All of My Soul (14 page)

“It’s beautiful.”

A small breeze ruffled the air around us,
blowing a few strands of my hair across my face. I looked around in
amazement as the wind caused cherry blossom petals to rain down and
surround us. It was like we were in a snow globe someone had just
shaken, only instead of snow, pink petals swirled around us in all
directions.

Lincoln touched my cheek, bringing my
attention to him. I smiled as he gently tucked my stray hair behind
my ear. “As long as I live, I will remember this moment right here.
You take my breath away with your beautiful smile and cherry
blossoms in your hair.”

“Oh, Lincoln.” His words touched my heart,
filling it with love. He didn’t like it when I told him I didn’t
deserve him, but I still felt that way. What had I done to deserve
this wonderful man?

Lincoln leaned down to kiss me, and I wrapped
my arms around his neck to hold him close to me. I kissed him with
all the love I had in my heart, hoping he could feel it.

We were both breathing hard by the time the
kiss ended. I moved my hand to cup his cheek, as I looked him in
the eye.

“I love you so much.”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead
against mine. “I love you too, my princess. Now, let’s go look at
some cool shit.”

What could only be described as a sensation
of euphoria flowed through me as I laughed and took Lincoln’s hand,
and we ran for the visitor’s entrance. I felt so uplifted and happy
until we stopped in front of the door only to find a sign listing
the museum hours.

“Oh no. They closed an hour ago.” My
disappointment was obvious. I felt like our happy little bubble had
burst.

Just then, a woman in a smart business suit
wearing a lanyard with a badge at the end opened the door from the
inside.

“Mr. Monaghan? Ms. Thompson?” she asked.

Lincoln squeezed my hand and smiled. “That’s
us.”

“Welcome to the Smithsonian’s American
History Museum.” She held the door open and extended her arm to
usher us inside.

“My name is Gretchen. If I could just see
some ID real quick before we start the tour.”

I dug in my purse for my wallet as Lincoln
pulled his out of his back pocket. Gretchen acted professionally,
only checking out my man for a few seconds as we gave her our
driver’s licenses, and she retreated to a small podium next to a
security station.

The security guard instructed us to walk
through the metal detector, and he searched my purse while Gretchen
scanned our identification cards.

“How did you do this, Lincoln?” I asked with
wonderment. We were the only ones in the entire museum besides
Gretchen and the security guard.

Lincoln smiled at me and shrugged. “My dad
arranged it.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded. “He was highly impressed you
wanted to come here.”

“What? Why?”

“Of all the things to do on a Friday night in
Washington, DC, you wanted to tour a museum. I think he was just
impressed you didn’t want to go shopping or clubbing, even though I
told him you weren’t interested in those things.”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now than
here with you. Thank you for this, baby.”

I tipped my face and offered my lips up to
him. He smiled and gave me a quick kiss. “Anything for you.”

“All right,” Gretchen interrupted as she
approached us. “Sorry about all this security, but it’s policy.”
She handed us our IDs with a polite smile. “If you’ll follow me, we
can start the tour.”

I bounced on the balls of my feet and
squealed quietly with excitement. Lincoln laughed at me, kissed my
cheek, and took my hand as we followed Gretchen into the vast
expanse of the museum.

~~~~~~~~

That night in our hotel room, I worshiped his
body. It was my way of showing my appreciation for him being such a
wonderful man. Of course, it’s not like it was much of a sacrifice
on my part. His body was ideal, and I enjoyed exploring every ridge
of his muscles. I knew every sensitive area on his body and used my
mouth to make him shudder with pleasure. When he finally exploded
inside my body as I rode him, I was sure the entire hotel could
hear both of our loud cries of pleasure.

I collapsed on top of him, and we were both
quiet for a long while as we tried to steady our breathing and calm
our heart rates.

“Don’t move,” he said after a little while
and wrapped his arms around me to hold me against him. “I just want
to stay like this. You feel so good. So warm.” He was still buried
inside me, and it made me feel complete to still be connected to
him. So I fully relaxed on top of him and drifted off to sleep,
using his chest as my pillow.

Of course, sometime during the night we had
shifted position, and when I woke the next morning, I was lying on
my back. Lincoln was wrapped around me with one arm across my belly
and one leg across mine. His head rested on my shoulder.

I tried to look at the clock on the
nightstand without waking him. We had to meet his parents for lunch
before the game, and I had no idea how late we had slept. I finally
managed to tip my head back enough to see we still had two hours
before we had to leave. I wanted to give myself extra time to do
something with my hair so I would look nice, but lying in bed like
this with Lincoln had its advantages too. Our blankets had been
pushed down during the night, and I could see his naked ass as he
partially laid on me. The curves of his round muscles were so
tempting. I just wanted to run my hands over it and squeeze.
Hard.

“Mm… Well, this is a nice view to wake up
to,” he said as he reached up and cupped my breast that was
directly below his face.

“I was thinking the same thing.” I couldn’t
reach his tempting ass, but I ran my fingertips over his abdominal
muscles that I had licked every inch of last night.

Lincoln kicked the blankets off us completely
before shifting to his knees and elbows to hover over me. He made a
trail of kisses from where his head had been down the swell of my
breast until he reached my nipple. I threaded my fingers through
his hair and forced him to look up at me.

“You are a maniac,” I told him as he made eye
contact with me. He grinned and lowered his mouth to lightly swirl
his tongue around my nipple. Involuntarily I arched my back in
reaction to his teasing. “Mm… didn’t you get enough last night?
You’re not going to have any energy for the game.”

He made eye contact with me again and
smirked. “Don’t worry about the game, baby. And for the record,
I’ll never have enough of you.”

He lowered his mouth to my nipple once more,
and without any hesitation, sucked as much of my breast as possible
into his mouth.

I groaned loudly as pleasure radiated through
me. It felt as if I had a direct line of pleasure from his mouth to
my groin. With every flick of his tongue, need and desire coursed
through my body, centering in my pelvis.

I groaned again. “Lincoln. Oh, God. I want
you.”

He moved his hand between my legs, and I let
out a strangled cry as he ran two fingers through my folds. He
dipped them inside me before swirling his thumb around my sensitive
nub.

“Don’t stop,” I commanded, and he increased
his movements. His mouth never left my breast as I writhed with
pleasure underneath him. I cried out his name as my back arched and
my nerve endings exploded causing pleasure to wash through my
body.

I relaxed back against the bed and closed my
eyes, trying to savor the last moments of satisfaction.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Lincoln said before he
kissed me. His voice was thick with desire. “That was just a
preview.”

I chuckled and smiled up at him as he hovered
above me. “Well, let’s get to the main attraction then.”

I clasped his erect penis in my hand and slid
my fist up and down a few times. Lincoln’s eyelids fluttered as his
eyes rolled back and his breathing got deeper.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I tried to
line us up, ready for him to thrust into me.

“No,” he said and pushed off me on to his
knees. “Roll over.”

I bit my lip in anticipation and quickly
complied. Lincoln ran his hands up the back of my thighs, over the
mounds of my butt, and settled on my hips. He gently and briefly
traced his fingertips over the scars on my hip before placing
several kisses on the small of my back.

I gasped as he pulled up sharply on my hips
causing me to kneel on the bed with my face down. Grabbing a
pillow, I wedged it between my forearms and rested my chest against
it.

I felt the tip of him at my entrance and
nearly cried with relief as he pushed inside me. We both moaned as
he filled me completely. He was so deep this way. I arched my back
as he pulled out, and when he thrust into me again, he angled
forward, causing himself to rub against the most sensitive areas.
My eyes rolled, and my hands clenched around the pillow, and I
cried out in surprise.

Holy shit. That feels good.

“Lincoln! More! Just like that!” I begged
into the pillow, and he pulled back before moving inside me again.
Tingles of pleasure burst every time he rubbed against a certain
spot as he filled me over and over.

His hands tightened on my hips, and he
groaned when I rocked back against him.

The feeling multiplied as Lincoln increased
his speed. One wave of sensation washed into the other until I was
a quivering mass. I screamed into my pillow as pleasure overflowed
and exploded through my body.

I heard Lincoln cry out my name as he pumped
into me a final time before stilling, his hard member buried deep
inside me. My muscles involuntarily clenched around him, squeezing
him tight as he spurted into me. Our cries mingled together as we
both tried to make our orgasms last as long as possible.

My arms finally gave out, and we both
crumpled forward onto the bed. Lincoln managed to not fall on me,
but he immediately curled around my back and wrapped an arm around
me, holding me tight to him.

“That was amazing,” I said while panting for
breath.

He buried his face in my hair and breathed
deep. “You’re amazing,” he whispered against my neck.

We dozed in bed for another half hour,
tangled around each other in a haze of postorgasmic bliss until the
alarm clock went off. I didn’t want to leave our warm cocoon, but I
knew we couldn’t stay like that forever. I finally left Lincoln
sleeping in bed while I got up to shower and get ready for my
anxiety-filled day.

I assessed myself in the floorlength mirror
when I was almost done primping. As usual when I attended a game, I
was wearing my Blackhawks’ jersey with Lincoln’s name and number on
the back. Today I paired it with calf-length black leggings with
lace on the bottom and flat black Toms shoes. Well, knockoff Toms,
since I couldn’t afford the real thing.

I stood staring at my reflection in the
mirror as Lincoln exited the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped
around his waist.

“Is this okay for lunch with a member of
congress?” I held my arms out to indicate I needed his opinion on
my clothes.

“Yeah. Of course,” he answered
absentmindedly.

“I brought a nice sweater too. Maybe I should
wear that with some dressier shoes. Or I have some dark jeans. I
don’t know if that would help, though. At least they would be long
pants. That might look nicer, right? Or I could wear my dress from
last night, except it’s really not appropriate for a hockey game.”
I bit my thumbnail as I analyzed my clothes, which seemed to have
exploded out of my duffel bag.

“Jillian,” Lincoln said loudly, breaking my
concentration on the mirror. “In the whole time I have known you,
you have never worried about your clothes. Stop freaking out. You
look fine.”

“Fine? I just look fine?” Panic filled my
voice. I reached for my duffel bag and began ruffling through it
again. “Maybe I should wear the sweater.”

“Baby, stop.” He came up beside me and
grabbed my hands, preventing me from digging through my bag. “I
didn’t mean you just look fine. I meant you look perfect for going
to a hockey game. You look beautiful, like always.”

I chewed on my lip with worry.

“I’ve never seen you like this. Why are you
so worried?”

I exhaled the breath I had been holding. “I
want your parents to like me.”

His strong hands gently grasped my shoulders
as he bent down to look me in the eye. “They will. Why would you
doubt that?”

I looked down at my feet. “I don’t know. I
don’t have the right shoes. I don’t always say the right thing.
Your dad knows about the picture and my scars. I don’t want him to
think badly of me.”

He sighed. “Do I care about any of those
things, Princess?”

I shook my head.

“Do Kennedy and Carter care about those
things?

I shook my head again.

“Then why do you think our parents
would?”

I shrugged. “I just want them to like me,” I
repeated.

“Please relax. Yes, we’re having lunch with
my mom and dad, but I promise they will like you. And if for some
crazy reason they don’t, it won’t matter to me. I will still love
you the same, okay?”

I looked up at him and nodded. I kissed him
quick and gave him a tight smile.

“Besides,” he continued. “If you change into
nicer clothes, then I’m going to look like a slob because all I
packed are old jeans and an old Hawks T-shirt and hat.”

I laughed. “Okay. We’ll both look like slobs
in front of your parents. At least they’ll know we’re meant to be
together.”

“We are.” He kissed me again before walking
to the other side of the room to his duffel bag. “Give me five
minutes, and I’ll be ready.”

Five minutes! Men definitely have it easier
than women!

Chapter Eleven