Chapter Thirteen
Harper
I thought he’d turn me down.
I was certain Lincoln would have made some lame excuse and leave me standing alone in the field, kicking up dirt as his truck tore away.
He wasn’t like the other guys I’d been with, after only one thing: fame.
I hurried across the lot, my hand latched tight to Lincoln’s as I pulled him with me to the studio trailer. I dug out my key and unlocked the door.
His hands were on my hips the entire time, his lips on my neck as he pushed my hair to the side.
“Lincoln,” I moaned as he did things to my neck that made my body tremble and grow weak. I struggled to stand, thanks to him.
Glancing over my shoulder at him, I had to take a step back to open the trailer door, bumping up tighter against his body.
I could feel his excitement poking into me. The evidence of his arousal hard and promising of things to come.
With one of his large, firm hands planted on my hip, he guided me back as I opened the door before we fumbled inside, slipping out of our shoes.
I let go of him long enough to cross my arms over my waist and pull my shirt up and over my head, tossing it across the room.
Lincoln followed me, his lips back down against my neck, dipping into my cleavage, his hands at my waist keeping me close and tight as I fell back against the mattress.
He towered above, undoing the buttons on his shirt, taking his sweet time as he stared down at me, pausing for a moment after his shirt was unbuttoned.
“What is it?” I whispered, staring up at him.
Before he could answer me, I sat up and pushed his shirt over his arms. It fell to the floor in a heap.
I undid the button on his dark jeans, unzipping the material, my fingers grazing over his bulge.
Lincoln moaned as I touched him, and he pushed his jeans to the floor. The only remaining piece of fabric was his dark black boxers.
“You have too many clothes on,” Lincoln said. His fingers caressed my back, and his mouth landed on mine.
He undid my bra, the material glided down my arms, and I let the cotton undergarment fall to the floor beside the bed.
“Is that better?” I grinned. My eyes momentarily closed as his lips latched on, taking a taste, bringing me to new heights of pleasure as a wave of euphoria fell over me.
Lincoln’s lips remained on my breast while his fingers deftly worked at undoing my pants. “Lift your hips,” he instructed, and I did as told. He guided my pants off but left my black satin panties.
Thankfully, I’d packed my sexiest pair when I’d traveled. I never thought I’d be grateful to have brought them with me.
Lincoln was a dream come true, a real-life fantasy. Everything about him screamed sexy. My fingers grazed his chest, my palm rubbed over his bare skin, feeling over his muscles. I didn’t want this moment to end.
His warm breath trailed a path of fervent kisses along my inner thigh, up toward my heated core.
I gasped and groaned as he kissed and touched me, discarding the last remaining ounce of clothing. His tongue did wonders, bringing me to new heights, dampness coating me, pulse-pounding, ready for him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, teasing me, tasting me, and making my body quiver under his touch.
My fingers clenched at the sheets, bunched into fists as my body responded to his ministrations, his tongue and fingers like magic in a way that I’d never quite experienced before.
There’d been others, but none quite so skilled or devoted in the bedroom. My lips parted, gasping for breath, already on the brink when he grabbed a condom from his wallet, opened the wrapper, and slid it on his length before he climbed back up my body.
I leaned forward, covering his mouth, my tongue pushing its way past his lips, hungry for more as he entered me. I moaned, starved, eager to please him. I bent my legs, drawing him deeper within me, eyes closed.