Page 36 of It Takes a Thief
Chapter Thirteen: Merritt
My fingers dig into the couch cushions, and I can’t believe Linc is on his knees, pleasuring me with his mouth. My hips undulate and sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before zings through my body.
“Sooo good,” I moan. Even though he warned me he wasn’t gentle, he’s moving in a way that shows care and consideration. Tenderness. I get the feeling the big, former fighter might’ve been trying to scare me off. I’m so glad I didn’t fall for it.
A pressure begins building, and I try to twist away, but he’s far too strong. He’s holding me up and my legs are shamelessly wrapped around his head. That wicked tongue of his laps up my center, prodding and teasing until my legs quake. It’s sinfully good. But it gets even better when his lips encircle my clit and lightly suck, making my entire body jerk.
“Ohhh…”
“You taste so fucking good, Mer.” He groans and the vibrations add a new level of sensation.
I think I’m about to lose my mind, teetering on the edge of sanity, when he shifts my weight into one large hand, freeing up his other. As he’s sucking my clit, he slides a thick finger inside me. I’m panting hard and my eyes squeeze shut as he beginsthrusting it in and out. A second finger joins the first, moving faster.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
He sucks harder, tongue teasing, and I see freaking stars. My inner muscles spasm and I cry out, arching as my release hits.My first from a man. And I couldn’t have chosen a better man to do it.My body tenses, toes curling, and he gives me a moment before slowly lowering my ass down, gently setting it on the couch again.
Before I can recover, he picks me up. Bliss washes over me as he carries me up the stairs and down to my bedroom. I can’t believe I’m going to have sex—much less with this big, amazing man who makes my hormones squeal with delight.
Anticipation sizzles through me as he lays me on the bed. Looking up at him through my lowered lashes, I immediately notice the absolutely ginormous bulge tenting his cargo pants. My nerves kick up because even though I had a feeling he’d be well-endowed, I’m suddenly doubting my ability to handle all that.
His knee hits the mattress, and he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. “Goodnight, Mer,” he rasps, then stands back up.
Wait, what?
I reach for him, confused, and his hand curls around mine. “Where are you going?” I ask.
“To bed. And you need to do the same.” He lets go, scrubbing his hand over his face. “It’s been a long day.”
“I thought you were staying in here with me tonight.” I can’t help the hurt crawling into my voice. The desperation, too. Why is he rejecting me? He just ate me out downstairs, for God’s sake.
“That’s not a good idea. What happened…” He straightens up. “It shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
Hot anger pierces through me, and I scowl. “Don’t you dare be sorry, Lincoln!” I snap, pushing myself up into a sitting position. Suddenly, I’m so angry I could scream.
“You’re a client—”
Not this excuse again.
“Get out,” I seethe, cutting him off, not wanting to hear his lame rationalization for why it’s okay to go down on me, but not have sex. Humiliation washes over me because this has nothing to do with me being a client. He’s straight-up rejecting me. “Go!”
He frowns, hesitating, and I’m so upset I can’t see straight. I suppose it might have something to do with the tears blurring my vision. Reaching around, I grab my pillow and whip it at him. It harmlessly bounces off his hard body and falls to the floor.
“Mer—”
“Get. Out.” I send him my most haughty glare, mustering up every ounce of royal consternation within me. But, inside I’m crumpling fast. If he doesn’t leave now, I’m going to burst into tears and make an even bigger fool of myself.
His mouth tightens into a flat line before he turns and walks out. After the door closes softly behind him, I slump against the other pillows and hot tears slide down my cheeks. Pressing my lips together so I don’t make any pathetic sounds, I squeeze my eyes shut and want to sink into the bed and die of complete mortification.
I offered myself to him—my virginity—and he didn’t want it.
Doubts hit me hard. What turned him off? God, did I smell funny or taste weird? A million questions flit through my mind. How did everything go from hot and sexy to a frigid goodnight? I’m getting so far in my head, it’s starting to ache.
With a sigh, I slip out of bed and head into the bathroom for a couple of Tylenol and a shower. Then I’m going to go to sleep and try to forget what happened. Or, in this case, what didn’t happen.
But I’m pretty sure there’s no way I’m ever going to be able to forget the way Linc’s hot mouth felt between my legs.
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