Page 108 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says. And if he wasn’t stroking himself before, he surely is now. “You know what I’d love more than anything? What first I want more than my next breath?”
A million possibilities run through my head. “What’s that?”
“To hear you say every dirty word that goes through that head of yours.”
I reposition myself on the bed. “Are you saying you want to teach me how to talk dirty, Lincoln Kincaid?”
He gives me his signature smirk. “Just because you’re mine now, doesn’t mean the lessons are over.”
I feel my nipples peak at the request. A small part of me doesn’t think I can do it, then I remember I’m the woman who cussed at her boyfriend for being stubborn, screamed at her ex today for being crazy, and is topless on FaceTime.
If I can do that…I can say the words. I know them. I’m thinking them. I just won’t think about them beforehand. This feels like a do-it-in-the-moment situation.
“You want to, don’t you?” Linc asks.
“I do.”
“I know you do. I see it in your eyes, Ainsley. You’re a good girl, but I know there’s some bad in you. And I want to hear you say every last filthy thing.”
“Okay,” I say with a breath, wishing now I also took off my pants, because they’re feeling very restrictive.
“We’ll start easy,” he says. “What is one thing I just said that I loved?”
I take a deep breath, thinking that I need to gather the courage. But I don’t. Not with the way Linc is looking at me, heat and want in his eyes. “That you love my ass against you.”
“That’s right, baby,” he says. “What else?”
I look down for a second, then back to him. “That you love my tits in your hand.”
“Damn right I do,” he says. “Will you touch them for me? Pretend it’s me. Do what makes you feel good.”
A month ago even considering something like this would’ve been laughable. Heck, a day ago I’d have said that I could never do something like this. But there’s something about Linc that makes me want to try. That makes me want to explore. That makes me want to do something scary.
Because apparently scary things can also make you feel good.
“Like this?” I ask, taking my right breast into my hand, massaging it just like he likes to do. Well, not exactly like him. His hands are so big they cover almost all of me, and I do well for myself in the chest department.
“Just like that.”
“Linc,” I moan, closing my eyes as my hands explore. I gently twist one of my nipples, loving the little pain that gives me a lot of pressure.
“That’s it, Ainsley. Do you like it when I do that to you?”
“Yes. And I love when you suck on them.”
I open my eyes to see Linc lick his lips. “Yeah? Do you like that more than when I eat that pretty pussy?”
And I’m wet.
Yup. Panties about to be ruined because of my boyfriend’s filthy mouth.
“It’s pretty close,” I admit as I try to nonchalantly move my hand down to give myself some relief. “But I think the second thing is my favorite.”
“Come on, Ainsley Mae. You know you want to say it. Be my good girl and tell me.”
It’s like he knows when I hear that the flip switches in me. I never knew that was going to be my kryptonite. Or maybe Linc is, and the two combined are enough to end me here.
But what a way to go.
