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  I jerk against her hand, a small moan leaving my lips as I watch her move her hand up and down my shaft. With her ass still in the air, her gaze meets mine as she runs her tongue along her lips. Shaking my head, I sigh deeply as I roughly say, “I can’t with you.”

  Her lips curve. “I haven’t even started.”

  “And I’m ready to blow.”

  I wish I could take a picture. I don’t ever want to forget this image.

  Her eyes deepen in color as she runs her tongue along the top of my cock. So slow it’s torture as she continues to move her hand up and down me. She teases me, making me crazy as her tongue swirls around the tip. When her eyes meet mine, though, her hand stills before she takes me slowly, and as I disappear into her mouth, I swear I’m falling hard for this woman.

  Hard.

  The question is, is she falling for me?

  Or has she been hurt so badly that I don’t even have a chance?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Vera

  I don’t think I can remember the last time I woke up with a man between my legs.

  Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever have.

  When we were younger, Simon and I didn’t wake up together. We had sex in the back of his truck or somewhere quick. Even when we were married, he wasn’t the kind to roll over and have to have me.

  But apparently, Lincoln is.

  Moving his tongue down my chest, he grips my hips as he trails kisses between his licks. I crashed last night from exhaustion and was slightly surprised he had stayed. When I woke with him between my legs, looking like a Greek god, I was completely flabbergasted. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am really excited about it, but I almost think I dreamed the whole thing.

  Because there is no way this is my reality.

  But as Lincoln’s fingers dig into my hips, his lips hovering over my aching center, there is no denying this.

  He is here.

  With me.

  And boy, does he want me.

  Closing my eyes, I widen my legs as he trails kisses down my thighs before running the tip of his tongue ever so slowly up my slit. A soft moan leaves my lips as he pushes my legs up and out so I’m completely open to him. Sliding his hands up under my ass, he holds me as he runs his nose along my wet lips, my whole body shaking in anticipation. His back flexes with each moment, and his shoulders are drool-worthy.

  I almost don’t understand how he is here with me, wanting me the way he does. But then his eyes cut to mine, and I swear, I’ve never felt so damn beautiful. I know that is pathetic and also a little unbelievable, but honestly, it’s true. Even when Simon would say I looked good, I never believed him. His eyes always told a different story, but with Lincoln, there is no denying it because his eyes promise it. His body screams it, and his kisses make me feel it deep in my soul. It’s such a weird feeling. Something so new, and if I’m honest, I like the way it makes me feel. A lot.

  But right now, all I can think about is his tongue deep inside me.

  Eagerly he licks me, sucking each lip into his mouth and biting softly before running his tongue up the center of me. When he squeezes my ass, my crack strains from his pull, but it feels damn good. His obsession with my ass only makes me wetter. I always thought it was massive, but he doesn’t see it that way, and of course, that makes me feel a certain kind of way.

  A scary way.

  Closing my eyes, I arch against his mouth as he sucks my clit into his lips, biting down softly. I’m lost in my pleasure, my moans coming out harsh and loud. Or at least I thought I was. He moves his hands from my ass, opening me up with one hand, and I gasp out when he presses his tongue to my clit. Then when he slides two fingers inside me, I’m crying out so loud, I’m sure the neighbors can hear me.

  “Fucking hell, you’re hot.”

  I’m thinking the same about him, but I can’t even speak. Taking the sheets in my hands, I squeeze them tightly as I cry out, my heart pounding so damn hard in my chest. He fucks me quickly with his fingers, and his tongue does just as quick work. My body tightens, my toes curl, and I feel like everything just explodes inside me.

  “Oh, Lincoln,” I cry out, so loud it echoes in my room.

  And all he does is chuckle.

  Gasping for breath as he moves between my legs, I look up at the ceiling, but all I see is spots. When I move my legs apart even more, he lowers himself on top of me and thrusts inside me. My legs wrap around his waist as he presses his mouth to mine softly. Drawing the kisses out, he pushes deeper, if possible, and everything inside me clenches up once more. He’s so big, fills me completely as his lips devour mine. Running my nails along his back, I tilt my hips, wanting him even deeper. Tearing his mouth from mine, he groans, his eyes squeezing shut as he keeps thrusting up inside me.

  God, he is glorious.

  Moving my hands up his back, I take him by the neck, threading my fingers into his hair. Capturing my mouth once more, he sweeps his tongue along mine, causing me to squeeze him with my thighs. Grinning against my lips, he kisses my bottom lip before pushing himself up and taking me by the back of the thigh. He looks down at me, and a smile pulls at my lips as he slowly moves out of me. His eyes are dark, swirling with desire, as he thrusts into me, hard, his arms straining as he grips my thighs. I’m in awe of him.

  Moving my hands down his body, I take him by his wrist as he starts to speed up. Each thrust takes my breath away, and I feel it everywhere. Soon I feel myself building toward another release. Pushing my legs back farther, I watch as he watches himself disappear inside me. It’s such a sight to see. When he pounds into me, our bodies slapping together, I let go. My release shakes my whole body as he slams into me, and I’m lost. His grip on my thighs is hard—I’m sure there will be a bruise later—but I can’t feel anything. When he lets out a yell of his own, jerking inside me, I arch up as I squeeze his wrist, his name falling off my lips once more.

  Lincoln stills as I take in a lungful of air. I’m shaking everywhere, my heart is pounding in my chest, and I swear I couldn’t move even if I wanted to try. My legs are burning, my pussy is achy, but that’s okay. Because when he lowers himself on top of me, taking my mouth with his once more, I feel utterly free.

  And I’m not sure what that means.

  “I’m still convinced the neighbors probably know you stayed the night.”

  Lincoln looks over at me in the passenger seat, a little grin pulling at his lips. His eyes are playful as he squeezes my hand.

  Yes. We are holding hands.

  Like people who date.

  I think we’re dating.

  “So? You’re an adult.”

  “Yes, I am,” I say dryly. “But I’m also newly divorced.”

  He makes a face. “Hardly new. It’s been like six months, right?”

  “Somewhere around there,” I say simply, but he’s already making a face. “But still, I hate when people talk.”

  “Ah, fuck ’em,” he says before bringing my hand up and kissing the back of it. “Do you care what they think?”

  “That I’m sleeping with my hot nanny? Yes, I do care.”

  He scoffs. “Well, just correct them that I’m the manny.”

  I roll my eyes. “Because that makes it so much better.”

  He wags his brows at me before sending me a wide grin. “Do you like sleeping with me?”

  I give his face a deadpan stare. “Well, duh.”

  “Well, I love sleeping with you, so I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

  A grin pulls at my lips as I watch the side of his face. “I don’t think anyone has ever said they love sleeping with me.”

  He gives me a look. “Because you haven’t been with a real man.”

  “Oh?”

  “Nope. Scumbags.”

  I smile. “I’ve only slept with Simon.”

  He shakes his head. “So depressing to waste all those years of fantastic hot sex on someone who didn’t appreciate you.”

  I’m breathless. “Fantastic? Hot?