Page 87 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
Linc speeds into the parking garage under his building, slamming on the brakes as he whips into his parking spot.
“Don’t move.” Linc shuts off the car and all but jumps out of the driver’s seat. I do take off my seat belt—I might have been giving a mini hand job, but I was still going to be safe—just as Linc opens my door.
“There’s my little tease,” he says leaning in and kissing me just as hard as he did before we got in the car. Only this time, it’s ,with his hand cupping my center. “Are you wet for me Ainsley Mae?”
“Yes,” I moan as he continues rubbing me over the denim fabric of my jean shorts.
“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to touch you? Taste you?”
I let my hand travel back down to the spot it became quite familiar with on the short drive here. “Then what are you waiting for?”
The challenge I send sparks something in Linc, and before I know it, he’s pulling me out of the car, only to hoist me over his shoulder.
“Linc!” I scream out, laughter laced through. “You’re going to drop me!”
“Never, Ainsley Mae. Never.”
Thankfully, Linc’s car is parked only a few feet from the elevator. He puts me down when we’re in, but only for him to pin me against the wall, his mouth crashing back onto mine.
How is it that just from a kiss I can feel so much? I’ve kissed guys before. I might not have slept with many, but I kissed my fair share over the years. But never in all that time I did I feel a kiss all the way to my toes. Is it because he’s holding my face like he never wants to let go? That he’s pressing into me, showing me how much he wants me?
Or is it because it’s Linc—the last man on Earth I thought I’d fall for, who’s now the only man I want.
Gosh, I’m really up a creek with this…
I feel the elevator stop underneath me, slowly opening its doors just as Linc pulls back from me. Luckily, no one is in the hallway to see him hoist me back up, carrying me fireman-style.
“You know I can walk, right?”
“Quicker this way,” he says, and though I’m protesting, I’m not really. I’ve never been actually carried by a man before. Then again, I never dated six-foot-five muscled beasts who don’t break a sweat when carrying their girlfriend fifty feet down a hallway.
No. Fake girlfriend. Not real. Remember that, Ainsley.
In my defense, my brain isn’t thinking much now, not when I can only think about the possibilities of what’s going to happen next.
Oh! Is he going to hold me against the wall? Can I ask him to hold me against the wall? I bet if I did, he’d do it. Mia and Quinn would be so proud of me.
Just as I’m about to ask, the man reads my mind. The second we step into his apartment, he brings me off his shoulder, but my feet never touch the ground before I feel the hard wall against my back. My legs instinctively wrap around him as our mouths come back together.
Oh, they’re right, this is hot. Knowing that he’s holding me, pressing into me while our mouths move in a hungry harmony? My hands combing through his brown hair as his fingers grip into my thighs? I now see the hype.
I’m a fan. A big,bigfan.
“Linc…” His name spills out of my mouth as he starts kissing across my cheek and down to my neck. My head falls back against the wall, and I don’t even know if it hurt. All I can feel is his tongue lapping over my pulse, which is apparently connected to my center as I start grinding into him.
“I need to taste you, Ainsley.” He slowly brings me down, my legs a little wobbly as I watch him go to his knees. “Are you ready for that?”
“Yes.” I don’t think about it, but I don’t need to. There’s not one iota of overthinking that needs to be done in this moment. Because what I want more than anything right now is to feel Linc’s mouth on me.
My breathing picks up as I watch him slowly lift up the jersey, delicately unfastening the buttons on my shorts. To help speed up the process—I’m efficient if nothing else—I start to lift up the jersey. But it’s barely off my skin when I feel him grab onto my hands.
“No,” he says. “Jersey stays on. But everything else goes.”
His green eyes are burning, so I do as he says and put it back down. His smile is now wicked as he goes back to my shorts, slowly pulling them down my thighs, taking the hipster lace panties down with them.
“Ainsley Mae and lace,” he says on a sigh as I step out of them. “The perfect combination.”
I’ve never had my pussy actually throb before.
