ready again. Linc cupped her bottom and kneaded her cheeks. “What you do to me, woman.”
Unable to resist, he captured her bottom lip, nibbled, and then sucked the swollen plumpness, laving her softness with his tongue.
Oh yeah, ready again.
His stomach rumbled a complaint.
Destiny's taut features slackened. The tiny lines bracketing her narrowed eyes vanished when she glanced down at where their bodies joined. “You're hungry. You didn't really get to eat.”
A rosy hue skipped across her throat and face.
“No, I didn't. We didn't even get to sixty-nine,” Linc admitted. “You push me over the edge, Destiny.”
“Oh.” The breathy pant enchanted him. So shy and so bold all at once, his Destiny; his long-term plans did a three-sixty flip. Dusky rose darkened to cherry, and her lashes fluttered, casting little flickering shadows on her olive skin. He eyed her pink flamingo slippers, and something warm and thick slithered and banded his chest.
I'm up a creek. No way you're getting out of my orbit, Destiny Driven.
“I'll make you some more.” Her fingers trailed a delectable path along his bicep. “Hash browns this time and a couple of fried eggs.”
“Nah. No sense wasting the Benedict.”
Her eyes did a side sweep of the table, and she grimaced. “No way. It looks like someone threw up. It'll take me five minutes to make you breakfast.” One finger tapped his shoulder. “Let me down.”
“I'm supposed to take care of you, Baby Doll.” He bumped her forehead with his. “And I will.”
“Okay, I think we need to get a few things straight.” She wiggled her saucy butt, and his dick strutted its stuff, flexing inside her heat. “Let me down.”
Linc sighed but loosened his grip on her thighs. “Why do I have the distinct feeling we're about to have our first spat?”
She slid down his body, and his dick jutted when her sweet heat waned. Lincoln shifted so his feet bracketed her black-beaked slippers; he curled an arm around her waist, letting his fingers slide over her luscious ass and then through her sticky folds.
“No.” She grouched at him, squirming out of reach, sticking her backside in the air. “Stop that. We're going to start and finish an entire conversation—do you hear me?”
She took a step back; he linked his fingers at the small of her back.
“Number one, I don't need to be taken care of.”
Before she could go there, he cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple, which firmed and sprouted under his touch. “I know you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, Destiny.”
“Stop that.” She batted his hand away. “You're trying to distract me.”
Lips twitching, Linc hugged her from behind, drawing her fine bottom into his erection. “And failing miserably.”
“Where’s my T-shirt?” Arms akimbo, she did a one-eighty turn, breaking skin contact and peeling off first one flamingo, then the other. She squinted up at him and prodded his bicep with a finger. “It's gotten cold in here.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” He leered at her, raking her naked body from her bare feet to the top of her head, lingering at her inky pubic curls. Linc eyed her ass and let out an exaggerated sigh when her nipples pearled and tilted at the slightest graze of his thumbs.
The glower she cut him spoke of rising irritation. He shifted her so that her tight, high rump grazed his groin, and then he nuzzled her nape. “Did you find popcorn anywhere?”
“Do you have A.D.D.?” She spun around, glaring at him, fingers jamming her hip. “Popcorn?”
“To decorate the tree.” He traced the whorls of her ear with a finger.
“Tree?” She smacked him with both hands.
“You know. The tree I went out for.” Linc pointed to the Douglas fir he’d taken out his anger on. “That one.”
She spread her hands over her face and thunked her forehead on his chest. “I am going insane.”
Her head whipped up, pupils indistinguishable from the irises, eyes pulsing like the finest
Unable to resist, he captured her bottom lip, nibbled, and then sucked the swollen plumpness, laving her softness with his tongue.
Oh yeah, ready again.
His stomach rumbled a complaint.
Destiny's taut features slackened. The tiny lines bracketing her narrowed eyes vanished when she glanced down at where their bodies joined. “You're hungry. You didn't really get to eat.”
A rosy hue skipped across her throat and face.
“No, I didn't. We didn't even get to sixty-nine,” Linc admitted. “You push me over the edge, Destiny.”
“Oh.” The breathy pant enchanted him. So shy and so bold all at once, his Destiny; his long-term plans did a three-sixty flip. Dusky rose darkened to cherry, and her lashes fluttered, casting little flickering shadows on her olive skin. He eyed her pink flamingo slippers, and something warm and thick slithered and banded his chest.
I'm up a creek. No way you're getting out of my orbit, Destiny Driven.
“I'll make you some more.” Her fingers trailed a delectable path along his bicep. “Hash browns this time and a couple of fried eggs.”
“Nah. No sense wasting the Benedict.”
Her eyes did a side sweep of the table, and she grimaced. “No way. It looks like someone threw up. It'll take me five minutes to make you breakfast.” One finger tapped his shoulder. “Let me down.”
“I'm supposed to take care of you, Baby Doll.” He bumped her forehead with his. “And I will.”
“Okay, I think we need to get a few things straight.” She wiggled her saucy butt, and his dick strutted its stuff, flexing inside her heat. “Let me down.”
Linc sighed but loosened his grip on her thighs. “Why do I have the distinct feeling we're about to have our first spat?”
She slid down his body, and his dick jutted when her sweet heat waned. Lincoln shifted so his feet bracketed her black-beaked slippers; he curled an arm around her waist, letting his fingers slide over her luscious ass and then through her sticky folds.
“No.” She grouched at him, squirming out of reach, sticking her backside in the air. “Stop that. We're going to start and finish an entire conversation—do you hear me?”
She took a step back; he linked his fingers at the small of her back.
“Number one, I don't need to be taken care of.”
Before she could go there, he cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple, which firmed and sprouted under his touch. “I know you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, Destiny.”
“Stop that.” She batted his hand away. “You're trying to distract me.”
Lips twitching, Linc hugged her from behind, drawing her fine bottom into his erection. “And failing miserably.”
“Where’s my T-shirt?” Arms akimbo, she did a one-eighty turn, breaking skin contact and peeling off first one flamingo, then the other. She squinted up at him and prodded his bicep with a finger. “It's gotten cold in here.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” He leered at her, raking her naked body from her bare feet to the top of her head, lingering at her inky pubic curls. Linc eyed her ass and let out an exaggerated sigh when her nipples pearled and tilted at the slightest graze of his thumbs.
The glower she cut him spoke of rising irritation. He shifted her so that her tight, high rump grazed his groin, and then he nuzzled her nape. “Did you find popcorn anywhere?”
“Do you have A.D.D.?” She spun around, glaring at him, fingers jamming her hip. “Popcorn?”
“To decorate the tree.” He traced the whorls of her ear with a finger.
“Tree?” She smacked him with both hands.
“You know. The tree I went out for.” Linc pointed to the Douglas fir he’d taken out his anger on. “That one.”
She spread her hands over her face and thunked her forehead on his chest. “I am going insane.”
Her head whipped up, pupils indistinguishable from the irises, eyes pulsing like the finest
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