One More Kiss (Forsaken Sons Book 1) by Elizabeth Lennox (summer beach reads .txt) 📗

“Now!” she begged, opening her knees wider.  “Please!  I can’t wait!  I’ve wanted this for so long!”

He shook his head, trying to clear the haze of lust.  Then he looked down at her, one breast bared to his eyes, the other still enticingly covered in blue lace.  She was stunning!  He grabbed a condom out of the bedside drawer.  Tearing open the pack, he rolled the protection down, but because he’d pulled back, he noticed her glistening pink folds and couldn’t help but touch her, feeling the slick wetness of her body.

“Don’t tease me anymore,” she sobbed, grabbing his wrist.  But she didn’t pull his hand away.  Instead, she ground against his hand and Lincoln lost all control after that.  He pressed her legs wider, grabbing her hands and holding them in his as he pressed into her heat.  He was slow this time, not wanting to hurt her.  But once he was fully embedded in her body, he looked down at her and started thrusting.  He valiantly tried to stay slow, to make this better for both of them. But the way she kept lifting her hips to meet his thrust, the way she twisted against him, her inner muscles clenching around him, it was all he could do to not explode right then and there!  It took every ounce of his control to wait, using his body and his fingers to help her over the edge.  But when she screamed his name, her body clenching around his, Lincoln couldn’t hold back any longer.  While she writhed against him, he slammed into her. He couldn’t stop from climaxing so explosively he was shocked that the trailer and his truck were still standing afterward!

Kinsley wanted to cry at the beauty of what they’d just experienced.  She’d just had sex with Lincoln!  And it had been…incredibly wonderful!  Even better than her dreams.

And now, he was in her arms, his face buried against her neck and she felt every inch of him pressed against her.   All the muscles she’d only imagined were hers to explore. Goodness, she wanted to laugh!  Maybe even cry a little!  It was all just so perfect!

She must have sniffed, because Lincoln lifted his head to peer down at her.

“I hurt you!” he gasped, pulling away from her and moving to her side.  “Tell me how I hurt you, Kinsley.  What did I do?”

She laughed and cried, hiccupping in the most pathetic manner while shaking her head and trying to pull the light blanket over her nude body.  But Lincoln pushed it away, pulling her against his side.

“I’m fine,” she whispered between sobs, then pressed her face to his chest.  Unfortunately, the crying didn’t stop.  She felt his arms tighten around her and knew that she was ruining the moment, but she couldn’t seem to stop.  In fact, the harder she tried, the harder her sobs came.

“You’re not fine,” he groaned and lifted her so that she was sitting in his lap, one arm supporting her back while his other stroked her hair.  “I’m sorry, Kinsley!  I’m so damn sorry!”

“I loved it!” she sobbed, hiding her face against his neck, inhaling the intoxicating masculine scent of him.

“No you didn’t,” he muttered, his arms tightening.  “I did it all wrong.  I should have given you more time.  I should have taken you to a hotel and showered you with…”

“Stop!” she whispered, looking up at him.  She lifted a hand, placing it over his heart.  “I loved it,” she repeated softly, tears still streaming down her cheeks.  “It was the most beautiful experience of my life.”

He stared at her as if he were trying to determine if she was telling the truth.

“Then why are you crying?” he asked, still confused as those dragon-like eyes moved over her features.

“Because it was the most beautiful experience of my life,” she whispered again, feeling vulnerable for admitting it.  “Because you made me feel beautiful and…and…and I didn’t know it could be like that.”

He shook his head.  “I didn’t either,” he admitted.

Her watery smile was tentative.  “Really?”

“Yeah,” he replied, bending to kiss her softly.  “You blew my mind, Kinsley.  I’ve never been that wild before, which is why I thought I’d hurt you.”  He shifted their positions so that he was once again over her.  “I never want to hurt you, Kinsley,” he said as his hands skimmed reverently along her body.

“No?” she asked, inhaling sharply when he cupped her naked breast.

“Never.”

“Are you going to…?” she gasped when his hot mouth covered her nipple.  His tongue lashed and his teeth scraped and she bowed with the overwhelming pleasure.  And yet, her fingers dove into his hair, begging him to keep going.

When he moved to her other breast, pulling the lacy cover down, she whimpered with both desire and fear of what was to come next.  Sure enough, his mouth closed over that peak as well, sending bolts of fire down her spine.

“Lincoln!” she sighed, closing her eyes as her body throbbed and ached for him to fill her again.

When she shifted against him, she felt him smile, then moved lower, kissing his way along her stomach, her hips, pressing her legs wider to kiss her inner thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” Lincoln told her.

Kinsley couldn’t help it.  She laughed, lifting her head to look down the length of her body at him.  His silver eyes lifted, looking up at her, then back at her core just as one finger slipped inside of her.

“You’re…!” The last word was forgotten as his finger slid smoothly into her, every part of her wet and slick with need.

He didn’t reply, but instead, trailed his lips along her inner thigh, kissing and teasing the sensitive area there.  Kinsley remained very still, wondering if she could handle his mouth there of all places. She’d barely been able to endure his tormenting