I made it about as far as the county road before I’d stopped. What the fuck are you doing, asshole?
Everything inside of me screamed for Joanna.
I stared at the blinking light at the four-way stop.
Turn right and you’re a good brother, an honorable man.
She doesn’t need you in her life.
The center of my chest physically hurt, the more distance I put between us. I closed my eyes. The darkness of the road enveloped me. I thought of Joanna’s sparkling green-gray eyes, the way my hand had felt in hers as we walked in the meadow.
If she were any other woman, I could walk away. But with Joanna, whatever this was, it was cellular—not a choice I could make. Her presence shifted my life, and I felt like everything had suddenly clicked into place.
A quick beep beep from a car behind me snapped me back to the moment. Without hesitation, I whipped my truck forward and pulled hard into a U-turn.
Barreling down the two-lane highway, my brain filled with nothing but thoughts of her. I couldn’t let her go tomorrow until she knew. About how I felt when she was near, the letters, Finn—she deserved to know all of it.
My palms felt damp, and a nervous twitch ran up my arm as I rubbed it against my thighs. I had royally fucked this up with Joanna, sending her nothing but mixed signals all weekend. What if she didn’t feel the way I felt? What if I had pushed her too far, too late?
Arriving at the motel, I slammed the truck into park and stalked toward her motel room door. I opened and closed my fists to release the energy and tension that built in my body.
I knocked twice on her door. Nothing.
“Joanna,” I ground out. Three more hard knocks.
The door flew open, and the gust of wind twirled Joanna’s hair around her face. Her eyes were wide with shock, but she looked like a goddess standing before me. She was so pretty my mind went blank.
Unthinking, I stepped forward, and our bodies crashed together.
My mouth took hers, and I wound my arms around her slim body, lifting her off the ground. Her lips slanted over mine as my tongue swept over hers. As I set her down, her arms ran down my chest and I gripped the back of her shirt, pulled her into me.
I stepped forward into the room, taking her with me. I paused to kick the door shut behind me, and Joanna pushed forward, pressing me against the closed door. My hands reached down over her round, firm ass and I squeezed.
Joanna kissed my face and moved down my neck, licking and sucking. I groaned with pleasure. My cock throbbed with the need to be free. With one hand, she moved down my chest, palming my thick erection through my jeans. A low growl escaped my throat.
My hands dipped low, finding the hem of her T-shirt. I moved my palms up her back, dragging my nails softly against her silken skin. She lifted a leg in response, pressing herself into me. I shifted my hips forward, pressing my hard length against her, giving her more of the friction she craved.
We grunted and moaned as our fingers roamed over each other’s bodies. I reached back and pulled at the collar of my T-shirt, stripping it from my body. Joanna’s hands moved over my bare skin, and her nails raked my chest. She paused slightly at the scarring across my ribs and torso. With both hands on her face, I tipped her head back and kissed the pulse that hammered in her neck.
All I could feel was the desperation to have her. Where words failed me, I wanted to show her how completely undone she made me. Her response to me was undeniable. I knew she wanted this too, and that knowledge unleashed something primal inside of me.
My palm dipped down her back and inside the waist of her jeans. I gave her round ass another squeeze, and a moan escaped that sexy fucking mouth of hers. She was willing and eager and pliable in my hands. Still palming my cock, she moved one hand to fumble with the button of my jeans. Our arms tangled as we clawed at the clothing separating us.
She peeled her jeans down. When she hooked her thumbs into the top of her underwear, she bit her bottom lip and gave me a flirty look that caused a surge of anticipation to run down my body. I gripped myself as I watched her.
After pulling off her top and tossing her bra to the side, Joanna moved forward again, her naked body pressed against mine.
Knowing she felt the same pull toward me as I did to her stirred something deep inside me. As my hands moved up her sides and found the stiff peaks of her nipples, I had to show her.
I pressed my mouth to hers as I quickly walked Joanna backward toward the bed. Still frenzied, we tumbled onto the mattress. She rolled, seating herself across me, and I could feel a warm, slick wetness rub the length of my cock. I sat up with Joanna straddling me, taking her hips in my hands.
“Wait . . . wait . . .” I said, pressing my forehead to hers. My breath was ragged with desperation, but I needed to slow us down, savor and stretch this moment. I searched her eyes to see if she was feeling the same overwhelming longing I was feeling.
I touched my palm to her face, sweeping a loose strand of hair away from the soulful depths of her eyes. Joanna’s skin was radiant. In one fluid movement, I lifted her from my lap and turned, stretching her on her back across the bed. I settled my hips between her thighs.
Joanna tipped her head and arched her back. I lowered my mouth to her breasts, taking one soft, rosy tip into my mouth. I dragged my thumb over the other hard peak and pinched it slightly between my thumb and forefinger. Her breathy gasp urged more, and I took the other side into my mouth—kissing, licking, sucking.
Still teasing her nipple, I moved one hand lower, feeling the curve of her ribcage under my broad hand. Lower still, I moved my hand across the soft, round swell of her hips and squeezed. Joanna tipped her hips forward.
I gently moved one hand across her slit, feeling it already wet with pleasure. I slipped one finger inside of her, then two. Joanna moaned as I fingered her pussy and licked up the side of her neck, nipping slightly. My thumb pressed against her clit in slow circles. My cock begged to be inside of her, but feeling how wet she was, I had to taste her.
I moved down, kissing the soft skin of her belly and hips. I nestled my head between her soft, muscular thighs. I started slowly—soft strokes of my tongue from base to top, swirling my tongue around her tight bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, Joanna. You taste so fucking good,” I ground out between long, soft drags of my tongue.
I was rewarded with a moan, louder this time, as I went back to tasting her delicious pussy. Teasing her clit with my tongue, I slipped one finger inside her. When I felt her drag her nails through my hair, I moaned into her center.
“Yes.” I craved more of her.
Tasting her on my tongue, feeling her hands in my hair, hearing her moan with pleasure—I could have come right there. She was everything, and I needed her to feel as good as I felt in this moment.
I had searched for her—for years—hoping she wasn’t a figment of my broken mind, and now I had her, ready and eager in my arms. Finally, I thought. Fucking finally.
She bucked her hips and pushed toward my mouth as I sucked and licked harder. I could feel her warm, slick heat against my tongue. I ached to be inside of her, but she was so close. With one hand, I reached up and palmed her, taking her hard, stiff nipple between my fingers. As I pinched, I sucked her clit and felt it throb against my mouth.
The muscles in her legs went tense. She was a coil ready to spring loose. I moved my tongue faster, adding more pressure. My left hand grabbed at her thigh, pushing her more open to me so I could devour her pussy. Suddenly, she was crying out and I felt her orgasm pulse against my mouth. My cock throbbed in agonizing response.
Still kissing between her thighs, I felt her pull up on my shoulders.
“I need you inside of me,” she said hastily.
I moved carefully up her body and kissed her glistening skin until I was hovering over her. I fisted my cock in my hand, dragging the tip against her folds.
“God, yes, Lincoln. Give it to me.”
I traced slow circles with the head of my dick, pressing into her only slightly. I watched her eyes flutter closed and her head tip back. The long lines of her neck begged to be licked, nibbled. I dragged my tongue up one side as I pushed in slightly deeper, stretching her open.
“More,” she demanded.
I moved slowly. Shallow thrusts in and out of her.
“You want this, baby?” I asked, still holding my thick cock.
She tipped her legs wider, offering more of herself to me. “Yes, Lincoln. Yes. I want you to fuck me.”
Hearing those words from her pretty mouth made me ravenous for her. With a deep thrust of my hips, I pushed into her, bottoming out. I held here, feeling warm and tight as she surrounded me. We groaned in unison.
Slowly, I made deep, long strokes as she gasped and arched, her hands clutching the sheets beside her. As I started to pound into her at an increasingly steady rhythm, she hooked her legs around me, heels digging into the backs of my thighs. I shifted forward, tilting my body so the base of my cock pressed into her clit and rubbed as I slid in and out of her.
My body tingled, and her moans of my name had my head swimming.
“Don’t stop,” she begged into my ear, taking it into her mouth and sucking.
I wanted to tell her right then. The unfamiliar swell in my chest was like a vise. This woman was different than I’d imagined, better, and I felt the stony interior of my heart start to crack.
This girl is it for you.
Pushing faster, harder, I chased away any thoughts other than her in this moment.
Joanna was begging for hard and rough, and I was going to give her everything she needed. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her, matching my steady rhythm.
“Fuck, Joanna. This feels incredible.”
“Yes, Lincoln. Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I leaned my body forward, looping my arms under hers and pressing her into me. I was probably crushing her, but the need for every part of me to be touching her was overwhelming. I pressed my body into her and felt her tighten around my cock. She wound her arms and legs around me as I brought her to the edge with me.
I pumped my hips forward, and she kissed my neck, bit my shoulder. The intensity in my chest moved lower, tightening in my balls as I teetered closer to the edge. I moved one hand down to her breast and squeezed her hard nipple between my fingers. With a high moan, she tightened around me and then exploded as her orgasm tore through her.
Unable to fight it any longer, completely overwhelmed by her, I let go, pumping furiously into her. Hot streams of my desire filled her. My hips jerked, and I ground my teeth—the intensity of my orgasm was shocking.
I dropped my head to her hair, taking in her citrus shampoo mixed with the intoxicating, heady scent of our sex. I breathed deeply. After a few craggy breaths, I tried to slow the uncontrollable drumming of my heart.
After a moment, I lifted my weight off of her and looked down at her face. She was flushed, glistening, but with a dreamy look and a soft smile.
The tightness in my chest returned. I stroked her mussed-up hair away from her face. I wanted to tell her everything.
“You are so beautiful,” I said to her. After I could gain my bearings, I lowered my lips to hers and said the only words my mouth could form. “I lied to you.”
