I wasn’t creeping on him, I swear to god.
When Lincoln left and gave me privacy to clean up, I’d done just that. The bathroom was small but tidy, and the hot water did wonders for my tense muscles. I leaned my head against the tiles, letting the water pound the ache between my shoulder blades.
The day was as good as any. The fish were biting, I was able to teach a client something new, and the weather was sunny and warm. I was the best kind of tired—satisfied after good exercise—but the tension I felt in my body wasn’t just from the miles we’d put in today. I was keyed up.
Following the water, I let my palms run down my shoulders, over my breasts, down my hips.
Would Lincoln’s hands feel like this?
The thought of him running his wide, rough hands over me had me groaning to myself as I caressed my sore limbs. My thoughts stayed on him. I wanted to run my fingers through his thick hair and down his neck. I wanted to see, up close, what the tattoos inked up his arms looked like. I wondered if they were all damaged and if he had any more that I could discover.
I imagined him pressed against me in the shower. Feeling his long, lean body against my back as the water swirled down my thighs. I wanted to open myself up to him, feel naked and exposed and feminine in his arms. My thighs clenched at the thought of his fingertips running over the front of my legs and up, closer to my core.
Get a grip, Jo. It’s not like that for him.
Unfulfilled, I sighed and let the hot water run over my face. I turned off the water, toweled off my body and hair. Slipping on a loose tank top and pajama shorts, I exited the bathroom to stand between our two beds. Cuddling would probably be amazing with Lincoln. His strong arms wrapped around me. Shaking my head, I flipped on the small light between our beds so it wouldn’t be so dark when he returned and snuggled into the thick blankets of my bed. I breathed deeply.
What was Lincoln doing down at the bar? Was he thinking of me and the heated moments when we caught each other’s eye today? Did he want to kiss me again?
Girl, you’ve got it bad. You’re just Finn’s friend to him. It was a mistake. Stop reading into it.
Damn, my inner voice was a real bitch sometimes. I rolled over, with my back to the door, and tried to will my body to relax. Deep breaths.
Still reeling from the shower fantasy, I heard the key card for the room click. My body tensed, and I pretended to sleep. Lincoln entered the room so quietly I hardly heard a thing, except for Bud making himself comfortable at the foot of my bed. Seconds later, I heard the shower running and let out a whoosh of breath.
Stop. Picturing him. Naked.
That was impossible. The real-life object of my early twenties crush (okay, fine. Current crush) was naked with only a wall between us and he thought of me as one of the guys. Willing myself to think of anything else, it dawned on me that I’d forgotten to brush my teeth.
Damn it. I knew I could wait, but I really didn’t want to have to face a hot, wet Lincoln who would likely smell fresh and clean and manly right after his shower.
Just slip in there, brush your teeth, and get back in bed.
My inner voice might have been a bitch but she was a sneaky one. Lincoln hadn’t been in the shower long, so the chances of getting busted were low. I grabbed my toothpaste and toothbrush and quietly toed toward the bathroom door. It was slightly open so I pushed it quietly.
Turning the water on a trickle, I wet my toothbrush, added paste, and brushed my teeth as quickly as I could. Rinsing my mouth, I made the fatal mistake of glancing up in the mirror.
Through the haze of the steam stood Lincoln, one hand on the tile, the other on his thick, hard dick. Holy shit, was it big. He was stroking its length, eyes closed. I knew I should turn away, this was an invasion of privacy, but I couldn’t. With the steam wrapping around me, I was glued. His back muscles twitched, and I admired the intricate tattoos that ran down his torso and over his back. As I’d suspected, most of them were disjointed and broken with scarring. It was insanely hot.
His round ass and thighs pushed forward slightly as he pumped his fist over and over himself. I had never seen anything so sensual and beautiful in my entire life. My hand found my throat, and my heartbeat thrummed against my skin. My right hand reached back and grabbed the sink—knocking my toothbrush and paste to the ground with a clatter.
Fuck.
The sound had Lincoln’s head whipping up immediately. He pinned me with his stare, and I couldn’t move. A small sound escaped my throat, but I couldn’t find any words. My eyes raced over his naked body. Everything inside me screamed, “Oh, hell yes,” but all I could manage was a meek, “I’m so sorry.”
I brushed a hair from my forehead and fumbled to leave when I heard a low grumble of, “Joanna.”
I paused and turned to see Lincoln stepping from the shower, water dripping down his body as his abs flexed with his ragged breathing. His dick was still rock-hard.
“Yes,” I whispered. It was both a response and an invitation, and we both knew it.
Lincoln closed the gap between us and crushed his mouth against mine, pushing my lower back into the sink. His tongue invaded my mouth, wet and hard as he devoured me.
Lincoln’s hand ran down my hip, circling back around my ass to my thighs as he lifted me up to sit on the countertop. I could feel his thick cock push against the flimsy fabric of my pajama shorts, and my body hummed. I wrapped my legs around his trim waist and tipped my hips forward, needing to feel him against me.
I moved my fingers to his hair, gripping his dark strands and pulling his head back slightly so I could lick and kiss the stubble on his jaw and neck. The rasp of his beard against my lips and tongue sent a jolt down to my core.
We were ravenous for each other. Lincoln’s hands moved over the silky fabric of my tank top and brushed against my hard nipples, enticing a throaty moan from me. It felt so good to be wanted in this way. My body was on fire, and I wanted him to touch every last part of me.
Grabbing under my hips, Lincoln effortlessly lifted me off the countertop. He stalked toward my bed as I pressed my body against him. Once we got to the bed, he leaned forward, pinning me beneath his solid frame. He pushed his hips forward, rubbing against me. My clit throbbed in response, begging for release.
“Yes, Lincoln, please,” I whispered. I looked down at his solid length, and my chest tightened. Oh, shit, he’s thick. I was thrilled, but a little bit scared, too.
“Fuck, Joanna, you make me feel so good,” Lincoln said, deep and low in my ear. “I want you. I want this.”
God, yes, I wanted it, too. Lincoln dragged his hands down my hips, taking my pajama bottoms off as his palms slid down my legs. I reached above me and ripped off my top, tossing it on the floor by the bed. I couldn’t get my mouth back on his skin fast enough.
Lincoln held me back, one hand flattened against my ribs, his right fisted his around his cock. A surge of desire rippled through me as I saw his scarred and tattooed skin. He rubbed his tip against my wet folds, teasing me. I lifted my hips higher, urging him to enter me. He held steady, his steely blue eyes boring into mine.
“Is this ok?” he asked, gently opening me with the tip of his cock.
“Yes, I have an IUD and I’m clean,” I said, understanding his meaning. “Are you?”
“I’m clean. I need to feel you,” he said as he pushed the thick length of his cock into me. I gasped at the fullness. He stretched me wide open, and he stilled.
“Are you ok?” he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
“Fuck me, Lincoln. God, you feel good.”
I barely got the words out and he was pumping into me, hard and fast. With long strokes, he filled my wet pussy. He watched his cock push into me, and seeing the dark desire on his face made my body pulse around him, drenching him. The tension in my body coiled.
Lincoln reached out his hand to cup my face as he set a steady, pulsing rhythm. Turning my head, I sucked his thumb into my mouth and bit gently. I wanted this hard and rough, and he was giving it to me. His hand on my hip moved over me, reaching my clit as he began to move his thumb in tight circles. I could feel my body reaching its peak, blood rushing down between my legs.
“Yes, Lincoln. I’m close,” I panted.
I leaned my head back, arching my back to feel even closer to him. With access to my neck, he bent down, licking up my neck, sucking, biting. Every nerve ending crackled as he flexed his hips and pushed deeper and deeper into me. His hand found my nipple, and his fingers tugged gently, sending fire to my belly. When he dragged his stubble across my face and kissed me roughly with a growl in his throat, I came undone.
My pussy clenched rhythmically as the surge of my climax flowed around his dick. Lincoln never wavered as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm. He tipped his body forward, pressing me down against the bed as he covered his body with mine.
“Joanna, yes, Joanna.” He said my name over and over as his body tightened. Through clenched teeth, he grunted as his orgasm tore through him. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, and I felt his dick pulse as he filled me.
He stilled, then melted his body on top of mine.
