He barks a laugh. “I’m more like a nightmare.”
Something twists in my tummy. “Why do you think that?”
Lincoln sits down beside me on the grass, his coconut still untouched in his hand. Mere centimeters separate us and I ache to lay my head down in his lap or cuddle beneath his arm. But I know I can’t take a mile, just because he’s given me an inch. “I wasn’t allowed any sort of affection growing up. Ever. My father saw it as a weakness and only the strongest survived. He browbeat any kind of need for…human touch out of me.” Lincoln’s eyes sweep over me, then away. “At least, I thought so.” Forehead knit thoughtfully, he twists the coconut side to side on his muscular thigh. “I can’t even shake hands at a meeting without feeling as though I’m giving in to pathetic, human feebleness. But you, Nova…that burn of self-loathing isn’t there when I touch you. Why is that?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, my heart stuck in my throat. “But I’m so glad for it.”
The intensity rolls off Lincoln, locking me in its grip. “Everything you’re thinking is on your face, Nova, at all times. You’re honest and good. Even now, you’re looking at me like I’m your hero and…what if that’s true?” His voice drops to a threadbare whisper. “How can needing your touch…or needing to touch you…make me weak when your happiness, your pleasure, makes me feel so fucking strong?”
I turn and kneel beside Lincoln, hot pressure building behind my eyelids. The rippling line of tension in his shoulders and jaw tells me how difficult it was to make that confession—and he made it to me. I’ll treasure his honesty and seal it inside me, guard it forever. “Lincoln, I don’t have a lot of life experience, but before…when we were touching, putting my faith in you made me feel like I could do anything. Like I had power and confidence. Maybe trusting another person with your body is the bravest thing of all. Not a weakness.”
His head whips in my direction, hope writing itself slowly on his features.
Hope and stark, masculine need.
“You’re mine, Nova,” he growls, “And that’s the end of it.”
“I’m not arguing,” I breathe, lust fanning to life in my tummy.
He palms the coconut in one hand, turning onto his knees and coming close, close, looming over me, until I have no choice but to lay down on the grass, not a stitch of clothing to cover me except the sodden scarf around my waist and a flimsy bikini top. “I don’t mean you’re mine for the fucking week. I mean always.” He turns over the coconut and warm, sticky moisture spills down onto my belly, trickling lower and creating a river of wetness that travels through the folds of my bare sex. “Open your legs for me, sweet little girl, and show me what I own by rights from now through eternity.”
A whimper sneaks past my lips, fires lighting all along my nerve endings as I follow his command, dropping my knees open and letting him inspect the flesh between, which he does with possessive eyes.
“That’s one pretty, little, never-been-fucked pussy, Nova.” Lincoln tosses aside the coconut. “Have you been keeping it innocent for Daddy?”
“Yes,” I sob, my nipples burning they ache so bad, my hips restless on the soft grass. “Oh, Lincoln, please.”
What am I even asking for? I find out when Lincoln drops down onto his stomach, his hard mouth positioned between my thighs, his breath coasting over the excess coconut juice that glistens on my sex. “Once I get a hit of this tight, young thing, I’m going to be on you day and night like a beast, Nova. If I fuck you now, I’m not sure we’ll ever make it home, so right now, I’m only going to eat your cunt, little fairy.” He wiggles his tongue against the split of my womanhood until it parts, groaning loudly as he sips at me. “And once your throat is loose and relaxed from screaming, I’m going to introduce it to my cock.”
Lust hits me so hard beneath my belly button, my thighs fly together involuntarily, but Lincoln presses them wider with a growl, his tongue swiping a path through my folds. My back arches off the embankment on a choppy moan, visions of Lincoln putting his male part in my mouth filling my mind. “I-I didn’t know…is that a thing people do?”
He turns his head, laughing darkly against the inside of my thigh. “It’s a thing Daddy is going to need from you. Often.” His lips twist on top of my clit, sending a cascade of excruciating heat through my lower body. “Is it my fault your lips are so sweet and swollen? Do you honestly think I could keep from fucking them?”