Page 107 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
We share a smile as I make my way into my bedroom and sit on the side of my bed. My heartbeat is finally back to normal, thank goodness, and frankly, all I want now is to talk about anything other than Jonathan. “Are you by yourself? Where’s Wyatt?”
I see Linc relax a little more as well. “He and a few of the guys went to dinner.”
“Why didn’t you go?”
He shrugs as he puts his arm up, propping his head against his hand, which perfectly shows off his sleeve of tattoos. The sleeve I’ve become quite familiar with. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Linc’s sleeve goes through to his chest, and that there are other ones scattered on his body. Two on his calves and one on his thigh.
That one’s my favorite.
“My options were going to a fancy steakhouse where I’d have to pretend to know half the things on the menu, or I could order delivery, eat in peace, and get to talk to my girl. It was an easy decision.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” I say, falling to my bed. Normally I’d take my scrubs off before doing this, but the weight of the day has finally taken its toll on me. “If you can’t be here, then this is the next best thing.”
“I never minded away games, but now I have beef with them,” he jokes. “Who am I supposed to cuddle with tonight? Wyatt?”
The thought makes me laugh. “I bet he’d let you be little spoon.”
“Nah. The fucker is selfish.“ I giggle as I watch Linc’s expression soften. “And the only little spoon I want is you, Ainsley Mae. That ass rubbing against me? Feeling your body in my arms? There’s not much better than that.”
Linc’s words begin to heat through me. “I like it too.”
I don’t know what in those four words flip a switch in Linc, but I can tell the second they do.
“What do you like? Tell me, Ainsley.”
His words are direct, almost an order. Part of me wants to tell him—I bet he’ll give me some sort of reward if I do. But the shy girl that still lives in me doesn’t know if I can say the words he wants without him here next to me.
“You want to know what I like?” he begins, clearly knowing me well enough to realize I need a minute to gather the courage. “I love holding you. I love feeling those tits in my hands as your ass rubs against me. The little moans you make when I kiss that spot on your neck that you love so much.”
I sit up against my headboard, because lying down is not going to help me right now when I want to teleport to Chicago and dive into Linc’s bed.
Who knew sex was addicting? I sure as heck didn’t.
“I love it too.”
Linc’s smile is wicked as he positions himself against his headboard. “Can you show them to me?”
My eyes go wide at his request. “You want me to…strip?”
He nods as he reaches behind his back and pulls his T-shirt off with one move. “Take off your shirt, Ainsley Mae. Show me what I want to touch.”
I know we’re both alone. But there’s something sonaughtyabout this. “I’ve never...on FaceTime. Or real life, for that matter.”
“Good,” he says possessively. “Do you know how much it turns me on to know I get some of your firsts? That I want to invent new ones to have just so they’ll be mine?”
His low voice, and the excitement of the request, has me clenching in all the right places. Oh my gosh, maybe tonight I’ll finally use the toy Quinn got me for my birthday last year that I’ve never had the courage to use.
Oh! Could I use it with Linc sometime? I think that could be fun. Not now. But in the future. I should put it on the list.
“Okay,” I say, having more confidence to take this leap with him. I go to put my phone down, but just as I do, I hear his objection.
“No, Ainsley. Pick it up. Find something to prop it on. I want to watch.”
The idea of Linc watching me strip is…exciting. I didn’t expect to have that reaction, but as I put my phone against my bedside lamp and lift my shirt over my head, I can honestly say I’m turned on by doing this. Especially when I reconnect with his gaze. I don’t see his other hand, but I can see movement in his arm.
And…oh my…is he…to himself? That’s freaking hot.
“That’s it, Ains—” he stops mid word as he realizes that I’m not done, deciding myself that if he wants to see me, then I’m going to show him. He’s speechless as I reach around and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms.
