“Bye, then.” Dad and Cissy walk away.
For a while, Lincoln and I stand in a kind of suspended animation. At last, a click sounds as the front door closes. Dad and Cissy are gone. The two of us are alone. And we just got expert advice to take the night off.
But alone in a house with Lincoln? This brings up all the lust-demon-comfort-issues that I’ve been able to avoid over the last two months, mostly since Lincoln and I haven’t been alone for more than five minutes.
Unlike what’s happening now.
Suddenly, I realize that I’ve been standing around, saying nothing for quite a long time. I blurt out the first thing that comes into my head. “Hey.”
Lincoln rocks back on his heels, a crafty light in his eyes. “So, what do you want to do?”
No question, I want to kiss his face off, but I’m still not sure about this whole lust-demon thing.
“How about a tour of the new house?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Chapter Ten
Lincoln and I stand by my bed, arms wrapped about each other, our mouths meeting in a gentle kiss. My tour of the house basically began and ended with my bedroom. No regrets, there.
Our kiss becomes slow and teasing. Every nerve ending in my body’s attuned to Lincoln. The pressure of his hands. The sweet play of his tongue. The feel of his firm chest against my soft curves. It all feels real, intense, perfect. I can’t help but moan.
Lincoln senses my rising desire, and it drives his heat as well. He lets out a yummy growl that makes my legs feel boneless beneath me.
Our kiss turns deep and fierce. We’re together, we’re alone, we’re in love. Who knows what will happen next in our crazy lives? Why not take what pleasure we can, when we can? Closing my eyes, I soak in the sensation of the Lincoln’s firm hands moving down my spine, the heat radiating from his palms. I suck in a shaky breath.
Warmth pools behind my eyes, which can only mean one thing: my lust demon’s getting ready to take over. I’m seconds away from my irises flashing with demonic power.
Alarm bells go off in the logical part of my brain. The last time Lincoln and I hooked up, this is exactly what happened then, too. After my irises flashed red, I almost stripped down and did who-knows-what with him in a hedgerow maze.
You’re heading into dangerous territory yet again, Myla.
I’m ready to put on the brakes when Lincoln nips my lower lip between his teeth. Suddenly, my inner alarm bells seem like so much nonsense. What harm can a few kisses really do? And while I’m at it, who cares if we happen to be horizontal while they happen? Balling my hands into Lincoln’s white shirt, I guide him over to my bed. Sliding across the mattress, I settle onto my back and wait.
Lincoln stands at the foot of my bed, his mismatched eyes locked with mine. His face is the picture of power and control over mounting desire. Unholy Hell, that’s hot. My heart kicks harder in my chest. I twine the comforter cover in my fingers.
Come on, Lincoln. Be with me.
Bit by bit, he crawls up the mattress, careful to keep his body inches above mine. I feel his warmth radiate over my legs, my belly, and finally, my mouth. My heart thuds so hard, I’m sure it’ll burst from my rib cage. Lincoln lowers his hips; the firm muscles in his waist and thighs finally press against me. My inner lust demon starts to get rowdy, but I keep her in check. Our gazes meet, and I could drink in that look all day. Rock-solid control over raw desire.
Footsteps echo down the hallway outside my bedroom. I freeze.
Crap, someone’s here.
With that realization, my logical self springs back into life with a loud ‘told you so’. My lust demon fades. I lower my voice to a whisper. “Someone’s outside.”
“It’s Cissy. I recognize the step.” A conspiratorial gleam flickers in his mismatched eyes. “So, we’ll be very quiet.”
My breathing comes low and quick. “Quiet. I can do that.” I close my eyes as he kisses my neck. “Maybe.”
Another logical realization appears in my distracted mind. Quiet or not, there isn’t much separating me from unwanted visitors. I shoot a worried glance at the door. “Is it…”
“Locked? Of course.”
Heat, sense and pleasure careen through me. My lust demon roars to life again, growling how there’s too way much clothing here, and not nearly enough moaning. I grit my teeth, trying to get her under control.
“Full disclosure.” I’m panting at this point. “I’ve never really let her out.”
Lincoln leans in, nipping my earlobe in his teeth. That’s so not-helping my lust-demon-control issues. “Her who?”
“You know. Her-her.” Right now, eloquence isn’t my strong suit.
Lincoln pauses, propping up his weight back onto his forearms. His gaze meets mine, his face doing that unreadable-thing. “Your lust demon?”