Page 56 of The Captain

His arms caught me before I could fall, and he grinned as he kissed me again, and again, and again.

Hell, I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t know what it was about this man’s mouth, but I never wanted to stop kissing him.

He slammed my door behind us for privacy, and I briefly wondered why he didn’t ask about his sister being home before he started working on the zipper on the back of my dress.

He turned me, gently scooping my hair up and settling it over my shoulder before he bent and kissed my neck. My eyes closed at the gentle contact, and gooseflesh crossed over my skin.

The sound of the zipper filled the room, and I felt his calloused hands graze over my skin as he slid the dress down my arms and over my hips, leaving me exposed in the pink lingerie I was wearing underneath.

“Holy hell, I’ve died,” he said, making me grin. His hands scooted around my waist, and he pulled me into him, his chest warm against my back. “I don’t deserve you.”

His words pulled a frown from me, and I spun in his arms, looking up at him. I pushed his hair back off his forehead, my other arm still wrapped around him as he leaned over me. “You do,” I said with surety, looking up into his eyes. “You deserve good things, Lincoln.”

His eyes blazed into my own, and I arched up, meeting him halfway as our lips touched and explored again, his tongue grazing my own as he took control of the kiss.

Reaching down, he lifted me into his arms, holding me tightly to him as he crossed the last few feet to my bed, lying me down and looking at me like he’d just won the prize.

My heels were still on, and he ran his hands over my legs, slipping off one and then the other as he stared into my eyes.

His shirt was gone, but he still had on his pants and shoes.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked breathlessly, wondering how to speed this up without wanting to be impatient.

“I just got you, Sunshine,” he said, surprising me as he kneeled by the bed. “I plan to take my time with you.”

Something about him kneeling in front of me made my heart rate tick up nervously. “Oh, do you?” I replied, feigning confidence.

His hum of confirmation was all I needed, and apparently, all he was willing to give me, and I sucked in a breath as his lips met my ankle, trailing up my leg in long, soft kisses. My skin hummed at the contact, and I couldn’t help the shudder that went through me.

I’d read enough novels, I knew what he was doing, and I knew that I was going to like every minute of it. I knew that despite my nerves, I wanted to remain calm.

That calm lasted until his hands reached up under my knees, and he pulled until my ass was nearly off the bed. “Muscles! I’m going to fall.” I tried using my bare feet on his shoulders to push myself back, but he just took them and laid them over his shoulders, holding me still.

“I’d never let you fall,” was his promise, and his breath touched the inside of my thigh, licking and biting gently before soothing it with a kiss.

He did this several times on both sides of my thigh: lick, bite, kiss.

I felt like I was going to burst into flames by the time his mouth reached my center, kissing me through the fabric before he reached up.

My head lifted, and I looked down at him, growing hotter just by the sight of him kneeling before me, and he ripped my panties clean off my body.

I gaped, shocked at what was happening to me right now. Was this a dream? This had to be a dream.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I’ll buy you a replacement and more when I’m pro, you’ll have a closet full of lingerie,” he promised, and with his promise of a future very clear, I relaxed, tears stinging my eyes from happiness.

He wanted this to last. He wanted this to be a long-term thing. He just plainly stated that to me, and I bit my lip as giddiness overtook my emotions. Then his mouth met my center, and the grin left my mouth.

I moaned, just the feel of him and his tongue and his…fingers…shit. I was going to die.

“Muscles,” I said, or tried to say, to try to bring myself back to reality instead of the cloud I was quickly rising on. “I—”

He hummed into me, and my hips tried to shoot up. He placed a strong forearm down over my hips and held me down, his muscles tightening as he did so. “Don’t move.”

His command was deep and firm, and my body instantly responded and obeyed.

What. Was. Happening?

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