“What made you change your mind?”
“Do you want the truth?” My voice sounded husky and not at all like me.
He nodded.
I swallowed and decided if I was going to do this ... I was going todo it.
“This.” I launched myself at him, not even caring that it made me look just like the kind of girl I claimed not to be the other night. But Lincoln didn’t seem to mind one bit.
He braced and caught me, his hands curving around the cheeks of my ass in my cut-off shorts, and pulled me against him. I didn’t dress fancy tonight. Not like I did when I went to the bar. I came as basic as I usually am ... cutoffs, flip-flops, T-shirt, my hair in a wild cloud around my head.
“Thank fuck,” he growled as our mouths collided.
I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and took control of the kiss, pushing my tongue between his lips. I knew all too well that this was crazy, but the urgency I felt was impossible to ignore. Something about this man made me forget all my better judgment because I just neededhim.
“I would’ve come for you,” he said against my mouth.
In my head, I thought,oh, you’re going to come for me, all right, but I was too caught up in tasting him to pull away and actually say it.
My fingers moved from his neck to the material of his T-shirt, and I bunched it in my fingers, pulling it up his back. I wanted to see him again. Wanted to feel him again.
He carried me back to the bedroom and lowered me to the bed. I held on to the fabric, tugging the shirt over his head as he rose.
His chest, shoulders, and arms looked like he should be on the cover of a magazine. Those celebrity guys I used to drool over on TV? They didn’t even look like this. And don’t get me started on his abs. I didn’t know that was a real thing. Like a freaking washboard I could use for laundry. It took me longer than I planned to drag my attention back to his face, because my gaze snagged on the bulge in his jeans.
His hazel eyes burned bright with desire. “You’re killing me, Blue. Fucking killing me.”
“I want you.” It was the truth, plain and simple.
“Not half as bad as I want you.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said, my gaze dipping back to his cock. Last time we were here, Lincoln went down on me—a first I’d never forget—and tonight, I wanted to return the favor. Maybe I was hoping then he’d feel as out of control as I did. Whatever the reason, the idea turned into a compulsion.
I reached for the button of his jeans, and his hazel eyes locked on my hands.
“You don’t have to—”
“Shut up. Unless you want me to lose my nerve.”
His hands covered mine. “Whitney—”
I glanced up as his tone softened. “Blue. You call me Blue.”
His lips pressed together and he gave me a nod, and I released his zipper before sliding my hand into his jeans. I closed my fingers around his cock, and he sucked in a hissing breath.
“Jesus fucking Christ. How do your hands feel so damn good?”
“I don’t know, but I guarantee my mouth is going to feel even better.”
I levered up further on the bed and guided him toward me so he was standing between my knees. Then I leaned over and swiped at the head of his cock with my tongue.
Another sharp indrawn breath told me he was a fan. I grew bolder and sucked the head into my mouth.
His fingers tangled in my hair. “Goddammit, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
I pulled back and looked up between my lashes, feeling a heady rush of power. “Try not to die before you carry through on your promise.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I closed my lips over the head again and sucked. I’d never felt such an intense need to bring a man to his knees, but with this man, everything was different.