All of My Soul (5 page)

“Wow,” I said as I sat back on my heels,
slightly shocked as Lincoln took several deep, calming breaths.
Seeing the result of Lincoln’s loss of control on my chest, I
realized I kind of liked it. It was slightly awkward to have him
control my head like that, but I like that he was so lost in his
pleasure he couldn’t restrain himself.

Removing my bra and panties, I walked to the
sink and cleaned my chest off before returning to Lincoln. He was
still recovering as he sat slumped in the chair with his head back
and his eyes closed.

I gently crawled into his lap and rested my
head against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said as his arms wrapped
around me to hold me, and he kissed my forehead.

My brows furrowed. “For what?”

“I didn’t mean to grab your head like that.
That couldn’t have been comfortable for you.”

I relaxed against him and smiled as I lightly
traced my fingertips over his chest. “It’s okay, Lincoln. It made
me feel…” I paused as I tried to explain my feelings. “Sexy maybe?
Knowing you couldn’t control yourself? I liked it.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I liked it
too.”

“Losing control?”

“The whole thing. Your dancing, your
confidence, your new underwear.” I chuckled as he continued. “I
like this side of you.”

“It’s because of you. You bring it out of me.
You make me want to be sexy and confident for you.”

“You are so beautiful.” He started moving his
hands over my body. Down my thighs, back up to my hips, across my
scars, and up to my ribs before he shifted me to lie back against
him. My head was now leaning back against his shoulder, and he took
advantage of it, kissing and sucking at the sweet spot on my
collarbone near my neck that he knew made me shiver.

His hands made their way up to my breasts,
and he cupped each of them, massaging them slightly before focusing
attention on my nipples. His fingers moved in sync as he circled
around each taut peak, making me moaned softly and wiggle against
him.

He lifted his lips from my neck as one of his
hands released my breast and went to my chin to turn my face to
his. Our mouths connected, and immediately his tongue was massaging
mine. He dipped in to kiss me deeply as he opened his legs wide,
taking mine with his, until I was spread apart and bare for him. I
was lost in bliss when I felt him move a hand over my pelvis and
small mound. As he ever so lightly brushed against my sensitive
nub, tingles of pleasure burst between my legs. I groaned and
gripped the arms of the chair.

He pressed harder, and I threw my head back
against his shoulder and cried out. “Yes, Lincoln! Mm…”

His fingers were everywhere as his other hand
moved away from my breast and joined the onslaught between my legs.
Stroking my folds and fluttering against me, his fingers were quick
to bring me to the height of pleasure.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” I mumbled. I moved my
hands from the chair arms to grip his forearms as I completely
surrendered to the movements of his fingers. I threw my head back
again and arched my chest up as every nerve ending in my body
detonated. Or at least that’s what it felt like. My legs quivered,
and I squeezed my eyes shut tight as pleasure washed over me.

I wasn’t even sure how long I had been lying
against Lincoln, enjoying the aftereffects of my orgasm, when he
sat up and cradled me. He hooked one arm under my knees and held me
in his arms as he stood up. Carrying me to the Jacuzzi tub, he
slowly lowered me into the bubbling water, taking care to avoid the
candles.

I hummed with pleasure as the warm water
enveloped me. I expected Lincoln to climb in behind me, but instead
he knelt next to the tub and ran his hand through my hair.

“Aren’t you getting in?” I asked in a quiet
voice.

He frowned and sighed. “I have to call Carter
first and probably Kennedy. I promise I won’t be long.”

I gave him an understanding smile.

“Just don’t fall asleep on me,” he ordered.
“I’ve got plans for you.”

I smiled widely. “I’ve got plans for you too
and a surprise.” I winked at him when I saw the confusion on his
face.

“Surprise? For me?”

I bit my lower lip and nodded. A wide smile
broke out on his face. He grabbed our coats and fished his phone
out of his coat pocket. “Give me fifteen minutes,” he said as he
walked out of the bathroom.

I sighed. I’d give him anything.

Chapter Three

When Lincoln finally returned to me, he
immediately crawled into the tub behind me and situated me in his
lap. I leaned back and rested against his shoulder as he kissed the
top of my head and wound his arms around me.

“What did Carter say?”

Lincoln sighed and squeezed me tighter. “Can
we talk about it later?”

“Is it that bad?”

“It’s just the last thing I want to think
about right now. It’s already taken too much of our time. Let’s
just enjoy our evening.”

I wanted to argue with him. My curiosity was
sky-high, but maybe he needed some time to process this, and he was
right. Enjoying our night together was top-priority.

Sitting forward, I grabbed two glasses of
champagne. I turned in his lap and handed him one before plucking a
strawberry off the silver tray. I shifted to straddle his lap and
held it up to his lips. He smiled and opened his mouth to take a
bite, but I pulled it away with a smirk.

“Hey,” he said and gave me a small pout. “I
want that.”

“Oh, you want this?” I took the strawberry
and lightly ran it over his bottom lip.

He opened his mouth wider and tried to nip at
the red berry but I pulled it away again and shook my head with a
small giggle.

“You’re such a tease.”

He raised his arm out of the water with a
burst of speed and grabbed the wrist of my hand holding the
strawberry. I tried to pull my arm back but he gently pulled me
closer to him as he brought the strawberry closer to his open
mouth. The playful look in his eyes made me smile as we played tug
of war. I let out a small squeal in defiance as he pulled the berry
and me closer until we were just inches from his open mouth. He
made one quick move to the prize in my hand before changing
direction at the last second and pressing his lips against
mine.

The second his lips met mine, my resistance
faded, and I melted into him until he broke away from me and nabbed
the strawberry from my hand. He popped it into his mouth and ate it
with a smug look on his face.

“Gotcha,” he said with a smirk.

I sat back on his thighs and sulked. “Ugh!” I
grunted and splashed him.

Water sprinkled across his chest and face as
he flinched away. He scrubbed a hand over his face and looked at me
with surprise. “Did you really just splash me?”

I brought my champagne glass to my mouth and
downed the remaining liquid. “You stole my strawberry.” I shrugged
at Lincoln and set my now-empty glass on the tray.

He copied my actions, drinking the rest of
his bubbly and setting his glass down. Moving faster than I
expected, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him.

“You’re going to regret that.” He smiled as I
settled onto his lap. “The payback for splashing is tickling.”

I screamed as his fingers dug into my waist.
Goddammit! How did he find the exact right spot every time?

Our wet bodies rubbed against each other as I
thrashed against him, trying to get away. His deep laughter
resonated in my soul, and for as much as I pretended to hate when
he tickled me, I loved that he did it.

“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop,” I chanted between
laughs, but his fingers didn’t stop their torment. He simply
laughed and ignored my pleading.

I put my hands on his chest and tried to push
away from him, but he clung on harder.

All right. Two can play at this game.

I stopped fighting him and quickly moved to
kiss him. Our lips met, and when he returned the kiss his fingers
immediately stilled. I smiled as I realized I had succeeded in
halting his attack, but when his hands began wandering over my
body, the situation quickly intensified.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled
myself closer to him. I opened my mouth to deepen our kiss, and
Lincoln groaned as he moved his hands over my butt and firmly
gripped my cheeks.

I would never get tired of this. I had no
idea if this desperate need we had for each other was normal or if
Lincoln and I were just weak when it came to controlling ourselves.
Every time he touched me, I wanted more. Every kiss, I wanted
deeper. I was afraid of being too needy for him, but he never acted
like I was. He returned every feeling of longing and desperation
and made me feel like he never wanted to be without me.

Lincoln was now rock hard against my pelvis,
and I whimpered as I tried to rub against him. When he let go of my
butt and moved his hands to my breasts, I saw my opportunity. I
rose up and positioned myself over his hardness and closed my eyes
as I felt the tip of him enter me.

“Wait. Princess, wait,” he ordered as he
ripped his mouth away from mine. His hands moved to my hips to
prevent me from moving. “I don’t”—he paused as he breathed hard—“I
don’t have any condoms in here. We have to go to the bedroom.”

I shook my head and bit my lower lip, and he
looked at me with confusion. Cupping his face with my hands, I
leaned in closer to him and whispered, “We can go in the bedroom
and get a condom if you want, but we don’t have to.”

His eyes locked on mine, and he ever so
slightly shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“I went to the doctor last week,” I blurted
out.

Lincoln furrowed his eyebrows. “Is everything
okay?”

I nodded. “I told her I—I wanted to stop
using condoms.”

He pulled back slightly and looked at me with
confusion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrugged slightly. “Surprise.”

“So what did the doctor say?”

“She gave me a shot to prevent
pregnancy.”

A smile slowly spread across Lincoln’s face.
“Really?”

I nodded. “Really.”

“So we don’t need condoms anymore?”

“Not unless you want. I totally understand if
you feel more comfortable with them. I just thought… it’s supposed
to be better without one, right? I thought you might like this
better.” I was suddenly nervous about his reaction. What if he
didn’t want to stop using protection?

His grip on my waist relaxed as he swirled
his thumbs over my hips and smiled at me. “Should we find out?”

A wide smile erupted on my face and I nodded
as I tilted my hips forward and tried to slide farther down on him,
but again he held me up, preventing me from moving.

“No. Not here,” he said and gently pushed me
off him. He stepped out of the tub, and I watched as droplets of
water ran down his body. It was almost mesmerizing to watch them
roll over his muscles. “Come on, sweet girl.” He reached for my
hand to help me out of the tub and wrapped me in a giant fluffy
bath towel.

We kissed under the warm heat lamps of the
bathroom, and he ran his hands over the towel, drying me. When he
was finished, I pulled my hair over one shoulder and was happy to
see it hadn’t gotten too wet during our bath. Unwrapping myself
from the towel, I draped it around Lincoln’s shoulders and began
returning the favor by drying his body, sadly destroying the
hypnotic rivulets of water.

When we were both relatively dry, Lincoln
took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. Rose petals had been
artfully placed on our bed, and as Lincoln laid me down on them, he
whispered to me telling me how beautiful I was. My breath sped, and
I groaned as he kissed down my body, slowly moving closer and
closer to the center of my pleasure.

I cried out as his mouth moved against my
mound, and he flicked his tongue against my folds. Pleasure burst
through me, and my body arched and twitched against the bed as he
continued his assault. I gripped the bedspread and moved my legs
wider, giving him better access, and he took full advantage. He
pushed against my thighs pressing them into the bed and sucked on
my sensitive nub.

“Oh, God. I love that. I love that.” I
rambled as his attention to my clitoris sent me to the next level.
I lost all concept of anything other than the sensation Lincoln was
causing inside me. His tongue felt so good, and he used it to send
sparks of pleasure through every nerve in my body.

My muscles tightened and my legs shook as I
came apart against him. Pleasure blasted through me, and I cried
out for Lincoln. I felt him crawl up my body, and when I could open
my eyes again, I found him gazing down at me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before he
kissed me as his rock-hard member rubbed against my folds.

I whimpered against his mouth and wrapped my
legs around his waist. “Lincoln, I need you inside me.” Reaching
down, I guided him into position, and he rolled his hips and slid
inside me.

We both groaned at the new sensation of
having sex without a condom. Sex with Lincoln had been amazing
before, but now that there was nothing between us it was like we
had become one.

Lincoln’s eyes rolled back, and he froze once
he was fully inside me. He exhaled sharply and clutched at the
bedspread. “You feel like heaven,” he said in a strained voice. He
pulled back and thrust into me again with a groan. “So good. So
fucking amazing.”

I whimpered his name as tingles of pleasure
swirled inside me as he pushed in and out.

“I can feel all of you,” he whispered and his
breath caught.

His words tipped me over the edge, and I
cried out as he filled me completely. My inner muscles locked down
on his hard shaft and pulled him even farther inside me as pleasure
overcame all other senses.

He cried out and pulled my hips tight to his
as he tried to thrust deeper. I gripped his shoulders as I felt him
release inside me. The new warm sensation deep inside me prolonged
my orgasm until Lincoln and I shuddered and stilled together. Not
breathing, not moving, just enjoying our mutual pleasure.