Page 65 of Crash
Without hesitation, I opened my legs.
Leaning down, Lincoln pressed a kiss on the inside of my thigh, his gaze locked to mine. Moving lower, his lips trailed a line of fire toward the sweet spot. Shivering, I was hyperaware of his every move, my breathing accelerating.
“I’m going to taste you, Vee,” he murmured.
It was posed as a question, but I could hear the command in his voice. He was testing mylimits,pushing me to face the things I feared the most.Sometimes you’vegottajust do.
Opening my legs wider, I rose to the challenge. I was ready to conquer all the things I’d been hiding from for the last five years. When I felt his tongue rasp along my seam, I moaned loudly, fisting my hands into the blankets underneath me. Holyhell, thatfeltso good.
His tongue swiped once more, and my back arched off the mattress as pleasure seared through my body. It was short and sweet, the ache beginning to build higher in his wake.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, resting his cheek against the inside of my thigh.
“I do?”
“I want more. Can I give you more?”
My gaze met his, and I knew without a doubt that he’d do whatever it took to take care of me. If I said stop, he would stop. For the first time since that night…I trusted another man to touch me from the inside. I trusted Lincoln—completely, eternally and irrevocably.
I nodded. “Yes.”
His finger pressed against my opening, and my fantasy was coming alive. I’d lain here and imagined he was fingering me to orgasm all those weeks ago. He was the man whose image I’d conjured the first time I’d touched myself since after the attack, and now he was here. His finger slipped just inside, and I tensed at the still unfamiliar sensation.
“More.” I gasped.
He delved deeper, massaging me from the inside out with a thick finger, the pad of his thumb rubbing against my clit in lazy circles.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice heavy.
“I like it.” I rolled my hips and began to work myself against his touch.
Dipping his head, he pressed his lips against my clit. The sensation was alien, but as his tongue flicked over the nerve endings, warmth began to spread, and I arched my back off the mattress with a gasp.
His fingers began to move faster, his mouth sucking hungrily on my clit, and I clasped my hands over my breasts, no longer caring what I must look like. All that mattered was that Lincoln was between my legs, replacing the bad with theoh, so fuckinggood.
“Feel it, Vee,” he muttered against my skin.
The pleasure began to heighten as he pressed a second finger in with the first, and I forgot myself. Fisting my hands into his hair, I held himto me and his touch hardened,and his teeth bit softly around my clit. The little ball of nerves was so sensitive that I was overcome as I fell over the edge.
I came hard, but Lincoln didn’t slow his onslaught. He drove me on and on along the wave until I could hardly bear it, and his name spilled from my lips in a desperate cry.
All too soon, I was coming back down to earth, but it wasn’t with a crash. It was a slow descent, my limbs feeling light and listless, but once I blinked, the world was back again.
I hadn’t once thought about that night, and I smiled at the realization, my fingers stroking through Lincoln’s hair.
“Fuck.” I gasped, my breathing beginning to slow.
“Good?” he asked from between my legs, his lips curving into a wicked smile.
“Good…”
His smile widened into a grin as he pulled himself up onto the bed, lying next to me.
“I thought about you,” I whispered, running my fingertip along his jaw.
“When?”
“It was a while ago now. I hadn’t…you know…”
