Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lyla

T he kiss is enough to knock me off my feet. It's the kind that's in movies where the two main characters declare their love for each other. The moment where the background music comes to a crescendo, and everyone watching knows they're going to be together forever.

Never in my life did I imagine I would have that with Lincoln, but here we are. He's holding my face as his tongue owns my mouth. And this kiss? It's one I've thought about thousands of times, but never with him. My fingers tangle in the shirt he's wearing, holding on for dear life as he sweeps me away.

The kiss deepens as I hook my arms around his neck, pulling him in to me. Leaning back, I settle in against the covers on the bed, digging my head into the pillow. ONe of his hands skims down my body, cupping my hip as he spreads my thighs, bringing it around his waist. My foot hooks around his ass, and then he wrenches his mouth from mine, smearing his lips down my neck. He pulls at the pulse point of my throat. "Oh my God, Lincoln, what the fuck is happening here?"

He pushes himself up on his elbows over me, gazing down. "Maybe this is what we've wanted all along? Instead of giving into this, we've argued, or assumed the other was wrong."

"So this entire time, everything we did was like foreplay?" I smirk. So many people had said that when they'd seen how we interacted.

"I mean, it was for me. Every single time we'd argue, I'd get hard."

"Linc," she giggles, bringing her hand up to her face, covering her eyes. "How did I not notice?

"I took great pains in order for you not to. Now that I don't have to? Expect to get these clothes off quickly."

He's not wrong. I'm not sure how we get naked so fast, but we do, and then I'm underneath his warm body. My legs are wrapped around his waist, his mouth is covering mine. Running his hand down my side, he cups my thigh, pulling it so that my legs are spread for him. "Do you have protection?" I whisper, hoping that he's going to answer the affirmative.

"I do. Over there." He tilts his head to the side, toward the table at the head of the cot. "Can you reach behind you and get it? It's on the left-hand side."

Using his direction, I grasp the foil packet and bring it between us. "Here ya go."

He rips it with his teeth, and then sits on his knees, putting the latex over his hard length. "Before we go through with this, I have to ask, you've done this before?"

"Lincoln, I'm not a virgin. I know what's about to happen between us. I want what's about to happen." Reaching up, I circle my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. Instead of waiting for him, I trail my fingers down my stomach and toward my core. While he puts the condom on, I slip my fingers between the lips of my pussy, playing with my nub. "See, I know how to get the job done."

He grunts as he strokes his length after slipping the condom on. "I see." His eyes are dark and locked onto where my finger is working back and forth. Holding the base of his cock, he slowly slides into me.

"Oh my God, Linc," I moan as he seats himself completely inside of me.

He groans in response, and then we're thrusting against one another. His knees slide against the sheet, as he grasps my hips, my legs where they meet my body, holding my thighs apart. "This feels so good, Lyla. I've imagined what this would be like for almost as long as we've been working together."

"Me too," I admit, digging my fingers through his hair. "You're being careful though, Lincoln. I want you to take me harder. Like the Bossman I know you can be."

Our eyes meet, and his darken. "You sure?"

"Yes, I'm very sure. Take it," I beg him, holding on tightly as he slams into me.

The cot creaks and groans as he presses into me before pulling out and thrusting back in. Our lips meet one another again, and that's when I tighten around him. His big hands tuck under my ass, tilting up so that he can grind deeper into my body. His thumb presses into my clit as he presses in.

Out of nowhere, I'm taken over by my orgasm, yelling out, as he grunts, spilling into the latex of the condom. Slowly, we stop moving against each other, and he turns over so that I'm tucked into his chest.

Panting, he drops a kiss to my forehead, and I know that I'm never going to be the same.