Page 76 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
Linc slowly starts laying me down on his couch, and I feel his body weight on me as he pulls back his kiss.
“Well, that’s one way to get me to stop thinking.”
He laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. “I’ll have to remember that the next time I see those wheels turning.”
The next time…there’s going to be a next time.
I’m doing this. We’re doing this. Holy frick, I’m doing this…
“Hey.” As promised, he leans down for another kiss. “Stop that.”
I wrap my hands around his neck, gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Easier said than done.”
“I get that. And I’m not saying I don’t want you to think at all. I quite like it when your brain starts spinning.” He pauses to kiss me again. It’s like he can’t stop. “I don’t need a list to know what you need, Ainsley. I just need you to want this. And to trust me. Can you do that?”
Since the moment I met Linc, I knew I could trust him. That first night, I trusted him with my safety. After that I felt confident enough to be willing to live a lie. And now I’m trusting him with my body.
Now my heart? That’s another story.
But I’ll worry about that later.
And that right there may be the scariest thing I’ve ever done.
“I can.”
He smiles back as he looks down on me, his fingers gently pushing aside a lock of hair behind my ear. “Good. Then let me take care of you. That sound good?”
I nod as I bring tug him closer. “If I want something, am I allowed to ask for it?”
His grin is downright sinful. “Of course. What do you want, Ainsley Mae?”
“I want you to kiss me again.”
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How canI say no to that?
I can’t. And I don’t.
My mouth is back on hers in an instant. It’s only been a minute, but I already miss her sweet taste. How her body was starting to come alive just from my lips.
She’s so fucking soft and so fucking flawless. Her curves have made my mouth water since the second I felt her against me in that hospital before she ended up on the floor. But now that I have her here? Getting to feel her body under me? My hands just starting to explore the flare of her hips? She’s even more perfect than I realized.
My hands have a mind of their own as they start wandering her body. They’re about to go under her shirt, wanting to feel her skin more than I want anything in this moment, but I need to make sure she knows one thing.
Because I might know what she needs—and I do—but this is her show. And she needs to know that.
“If there is anything I do that you’re not ready for, you stop me. Immediately. Do you understand?”
Her eyes look drunk as she nods. Only this time she’s not drunk off cinnamon whiskey. It’s me. And she’s just getting her first taste.
“No, Ainsley. I need you to say it.”
She cups my face into her hands. “I will. I promise.”
“Good girl,” I say, feeling a weight off my shoulders. “Now I promised you fireworks. I think it’s time for the first show.”
