My senses are flooded with the awareness of him. The heat from his body, the strength corded in his arms. The scent of him is overpowering this close—whiskey, dark chocolate, woodsmoke—intense and intoxicating.
“I didn’t like that,” he says, his voice pitched low.
It takes longer than it should for my brain to catch up and my mouth to unstick itself. “What?” I manage to say.
“Seeing another man with his hands all over you.”
“It wasn’t?—”
“I know. But I’ve been going fucking crazy ever since I found out about you and Cash.”
I swallow hard. “What does that mean?” I ask, even though I know. Even though I’ve felt it.
“You know what it means. I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.”
“I… I’ve felt it too,” I admit. “The tension. And I’ve seen the way the three of you have been looking at me. You’re always looking.”
“Can you blame us?”
I don’t even know what to say to that. “It would be a bad idea. A really bad idea.”
Lincoln nods, but he doesn’t look away from my face. “It would be. But you know, so is running into burning buildings, and I do that all the time.”
“That’s—that’s different.” My heart hammers in my chest as he steps closer, closing the tiny breath of distance left between us.
“It really isn’t.”
After that, the kiss feels inevitable. Like our bodies are magnetized to each other, and this was never going to end any other way. It feels hungry and desperate as his hands fist into my hair and he claims my mouth. His lips are insistent on mine,working them with little nips and firm presses until I’m melting into him with a little whimper.
He growls in response, the sound vibrating through our bodies from how close we are, and it sparks something in me. Something that’s starving for this kind of attention, this kind of sensation.
Lincoln lifts me up, using his strength to pin me against the wall with his body. I can feel every firm line of him, the swell of his muscles and the hard ridge that is his cock. He bucks forward, pressing it against me in a slow grind through our clothes.
Even with the layers between us, I can feel how hot and throbbing it is.
The fact that he’s like this because of me isn’t lost on me. I can feel the physical proof of how much he wants me, how much he wants to do this, and it’s an incredible feeling, even while being overwhelming.
If I was in my right mind, I would pull away, put some distance between us, figure out how to come back from this.
But as it is, I don’t want to. Not when it feels this good. Not when I’m caught up in the rush of need and pleasure and want that is thick and undeniable in the air.
I wrap my legs around his waist, rolling my hips against him with a desperate sound. My body craves friction, needs more than this. There’s an insistent beating under my skin, and I can’t deny it what it wants right now.
“Fuck,” I gasp against his mouth, momentarily forgetting where we are and the fact that there are a bunch of firefighters somewhere outside this door.
All I can focus on is Lincoln and the heat and smell of him—and what it’s doing to me.
Lincoln breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck, hot little kisses that send shivers down my spine and make my coretighten. His teeth scrape against my pulse point, and I arch into him, not subtle about practically begging for more with my body.
His hands are everywhere, gripping my thighs, sliding under my shirt to palm my breasts, squeezing my ass as he rocks against me. It’s like he wants to map every curve I have. Like he wants to touch every inch of me with the same desperate need that I have to be touched.
All I can do is cling to him, panting for breath. I hold on to his shoulders as it all crashes over me, building and building with the heat between my legs.
I can feel how hard Lincoln is, how much he wants me right now, and that’s so fucking heady. It goes right to my core with everything else, adding to the feeling that I’m not going to be able to hold back for much longer if?—
“Which neighborhood?”
“South, I think? Campbell said it was massive, but somehow everyone got out.”