Learning Curves(17)

He shifted for deeper penetration. “Take all of me.”

“Yes.” She gulped in air as her muscles rippled around him. “So good.” How can it be so good?

His groin pounded against hers, as his mouth settled possessively. This kiss was demanding, needy, taking what he wanted, but giving so damn much in return. He slipped a finger between their bodies.

Her breath came fast, too fast. She shook against him. “Oh yes, just like that,” she murmured, her voice rough with desire.

Her hands raced over him with aroused eagerness. She closed her eyes, her body thrumming, entirely lost in the moment.

He found one of her hands, brought it to his mouth and wet it. Their moans of pleasure merged when he shifted and guided her hand down, pressing it to her heat. It was damn sexy.

Her finger found her clit, and he put his thumb on top of hers, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he went up on one arm, driving himself in so deep it made her moan, scream, want to howl at the damn moon.

Her body grew tight, and her sex fluttered as he pumped and she stroked. “Linc,” she cried when she felt another orgasm mounting. It took her by surprise. She’d never expected to climax once, let alone twice. “I’m…oh, God…”

He breathed a kiss over her mouth. “I know, baby. I know.”

She palmed his muscles with her free hand, and dusted kisses over his skin as a slow burn worked its way through her body, settling deep between her legs as she let go. Her body convulsed as her sex squeezed his shaft, each clench harder than the one before. A rich, decadent rumble of pleasure sounded from the depths of his throat.

He moaned against her throat, pitching forward, his hips picking up speed. Faster. Deeper. “Fuck,” he growled, stilling insider her, spurting his release as he threw his head back.

He collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her to the bed. She trailed her fingers along his back, and his muscles bunched.

Unbelievable. She strived to breathe, but couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. This was fucking in every sense of the word. What she was doing before…well, she had no idea what that was.

He pulled back and brushed her hair from her face. He shook his head, his eyes briefly closing. “Jesus Christ, Lauren.” A thrill moved through her. I did this to him.

His warm lips found hers again. His mouth was sweet, soft, and tender as he kissed her. She touched Linc’s face, his late night stubble rasping as she ran her thumb over it. This beautiful man had given her not one, but two orgasms.

There is nothing wrong with me.

She broke the kiss. “Thank you,” she murmured.

He looked deep into her eyes, and whispered, “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” He touched her face, and her heart missed a beat when he pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone. A painful bolt of want settled in her womb.

“Jesus,” he said, and with excruciating slowness that aroused her all over again, he pulled out of her. “Give me a sec.”

He sat on the side of the bed, and she touched his strong back, needing the contact as he discarded the condom. The bed dipped as he fell back onto his pillow, and she rolled into him. He went up on his elbow, facing her, and feeling completely comfortable with herself, and him, she nestled against him.

She blinked and shook her head, ready to go another round to make up for lost time.

“Linc.”

“Yeah.”

“What century is it?”

He laughed, rolled on top of her and said, “It’s the century where I fuck you until you can’t walk.”





Chapter Four

Linc woke to the sound of the ocean hitting the shore. He stretched, and as memories of last night flooded his sleep-deprived brain, he rolled, reaching for Lauren. When he found the other side of the bed cold, he jackknifed up.

Where the hell was she? Or more importantly, why did he feel such a deep pang of loss at her absence? Shit. Shit. Shit.

He kicked the blankets off and threw his legs over the side of the mattress. He was well known as a one-night stand kind of guy who always left before morning. So why, then, did the thought of her dashing away before he woke bother him so fucking much?

His feet met with a warm floor and he rooted through the pile of clothes until he found his jeans. He tugged them on and finger combed his hair as he left his room, hoping to find Lauren on the deck or even sun bathing on the beach. As he made his way down the hall, he heard noises coming from the kitchen, and a sharp sense of relief washed over him.

She is still here.

He turned the corner, and when he found her standing over the stove, dressed in one of his collared shirts as she flipped pancakes, air left his lungs in a whoosh.

Holy shit.

Feeling like he’d been sucker-punched, he leaned against the doorjamb, the sexy sight nearly driving him to his knees. But it was more than just sex with her. He liked this girl. Really liked her. Had for a very long time now, actually. No way was he ever going to get his fill of her. She hummed and swayed her hips, completely oblivious to her sensuality. He took in the lush curve of her ass, and the long, sexy legs she’d wrapped around his waist so sweetly. Christ, what he’d do to have them there again. Last night he’d taken her three times, but it still wasn’t enough for him.