Page 72 of Beautiful Exile

His tongue slid against mine, stroking and teasing. I leaned into it, pressing my body to his, needing the contact, the strength. I moaned into his mouth as he took.

Linc’s hand moved under my ass. I ground myself into him when he lifted me, feeling him harden against me and wanting more. Wanting it all.

Brutus let out two sharp barks, and I tore my mouth from Linc’s, glancing down at my pup.

“That dog,” Linc ground out, still holding me to him. “He’s lucky I like him because he’s a fucking cockblock.”

I burst out laughing, burying my face in Linc’s neck.

“Love that sound. Your laughter.”

I pulled back, peering into those hypnotizing eyes. “Thanks for letting me fuck up.”

“Thanks for letting me call you on it,” he said with a grin.

“Do you want to do something with me?” I asked, a bit of hesitancy bleeding into my voice.

“Vicious, I want to doa lotof things with you.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. “Sorry to disappoint, Cowboy, but we won’t be naked for this particular activity.”

“I can get creative with our clothes on,” Linc challenged.

My nipples tightened into sharp, almost painful peaks. “You’re not helping me right now.”

“And you think you’re helping me? The fact that I can feel your heat bleeding into me, practically burning me alive, knowing how close I am to sinking into you, how close I am to knowing exactly what you feel like, taste like…” He groaned.

A shiver racked me. “Linc.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, setting me down. “I need some distance from you. You’re more addictive than cocaine.”

My lips twitched. “Sorry?”

“You should be.” Linc sighed. “All right, where are we going…not naked?”

I grinned up at him. “It’s a surprise. But I think you’ll like it.”

26

ARDEN

The driveinto town was quick, but I didn’t miss the occasional scowl Linc sent poor Brutus, who sat between us on the bench seat. I tried to stifle a laugh but couldn’t quite get there.

“It’s not funny,” Linc muttered. “If you’re taking me somewhere in public, I’ll probably be arrested for walking around with a hard-on.”

This time, my laugh wasn’t stifled at all. “Sorry about that.”

“You’re not sorry at all,” he shot back.

“No, I’m not.”

“Vicious,” he muttered.

I glanced over at him. “Would you wish away that kiss not to have blue balls in this moment?”

Linc’s eyes flashed that brighter green. “Wouldn’t wish away a single second with you, even if it meant agreeing to a lifetime of torture.”

“Good.”

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