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She blinked and shook her head, ready to go another round to make up for lost time.

“Linc.”

“Yeah.”

“What century is it?”

He laughed, rolled on top of her and said, “It’s the century where I fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Chapter Four

Linc woke to the sound of the ocean hitting the shore. He stretched, and as memories of last night flooded his sleep-deprived brain, he rolled, reaching for Lauren. When he found the other side of the bed cold, he jackknifed up.

Where the hell was she? Or more importantly, why did he feel such a deep pang of loss at her absence? Shit. Shit. Shit.

He kicked the blankets off and threw his legs over the side of the mattress. He was well known as a one-night stand kind of guy who always left before morning. So why, then, did the thought of her dashing away before he woke bother him so fucking much?

His feet met with a warm floor and he rooted through the pile of clothes until he found his jeans. He tugged them on and finger combed his hair as he left his room, hoping to find Lauren on the deck or even sun bathing on the beach. As he made his way down the hall, he heard noises coming from the kitchen, and a sharp sense of relief washed over him.

She is still here.

He turned the corner, and when he found her standing over the stove, dressed in one of his collared shirts as she flipped pancakes, air left his lungs in a whoosh.

Holy shit.

Feeling like he’d been sucker-punched, he leaned against the doorjamb, the sexy sight nearly driving him to his knees. But it was more than just sex with her. He liked this girl. Really liked her. Had for a very long time now, actually. No way was he ever going to get his fill of her. She hummed and swayed her hips, completely oblivious to her sensuality. He took in the lush curve of her ass, and the long, sexy legs she’d wrapped around his waist so sweetly. Christ, what he’d do to have them there again. Last night he’d taken her three times, but it still wasn’t enough for him.

He moaned. She turned.

“Morning,” she said, smiling. Fuck, she looked so sexy and sated—a well-fucked woman. He was the first guy to put that look on her face.
Him
. Life surged into his cock, an almost desperate need to fuck her again.

“Are you okay?” She angled her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she eyed him. He wanted to fist that hair, curl it around his hand and tug until her mouth was open to his.

“Yeah,” he lied.

What the fuck is this girl doing to me?

She tugged on the collar of his shirt. “I forgot pajamas. I found this in your closet. I hope you don’t mind.”

Mind? Hell no, he didn’t mind. If he had his way, he’d rip every pair of pajamas she owned to shreds, just to see her in his clothes. Jesus, she was perfect, and he wanted more, wanted her to surrender to him completely so he could give her everything she’d ever wanted…ever needed.

She pointed to the coffee pot. “Grab yourself a cup.” Forcing his legs to work, he walked past her, reached into the cupboard, and pulled out a mug. “I hope you’re hungry,” she said.

“Starved.” He stepped up behind her to place a soft kiss on her neck. He set the mug down, and gripped her hips. His hands spanned her waist as she trembled. “But not for pancakes.”

“Oh,” she whispered, going up on her toes as he pressed his cock into the small of her back. She wiggled slightly, and his body grew tight with the memories of the ways he’d taken her. “After last night I didn’t think…”

“Didn’t think what?” he growled into her hair.

“That you’d still be…you know.”

He laughed. “No, I don’t know.”

She spun to face him, and his breath caught as her hair flared around her face. Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. She tipped her nose up, one hand on her hip. “You just want me to say it don’t you?”

He tried for sober but couldn’t keep the grin from his face. He felt like a fucking kid on Christmas morning when he was with her. “I don’t live in your head, Lauren. I have no idea what it is you didn’t think I’d be.”

“Horny,” she blurted out, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “I didn’t think you’d be horny.”

No longer able to hold it in, he laughed. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

“You’re going to pay for that.” She reached for the spatula, holding it up like she was going to whack him with it. He jumped back and held his hands up.

“Okay, I confess. I did want to hear you say it.” He stepped back into her and pushed a knee between her legs to widen them. Leaning in, he drew in her sweet scent, tossed her spatula away and brushed his lips over hers. “And now I want to fuck you.”

Her hot hands went to his chest and her lips parted, heat flushing her cheeks. He put his hand between her legs, and brushed her sex through her lace panties, needing to make sure she could handle what he was offering after taking her hard last night. “Are you sore?”

“A little.”

Her hips moved, and his finger slid along the seam of her sex. He pulled her panties to the side, and dipped into her sweet pussy. Jesus Christ. She was so fucking wet. His arousal sharpened as he ran her moisture over her clit. He growled. She moaned.

“Do you want me again?”

She wet her bottom lip, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “Yes.”

He gripped her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She blinked and pointed to the burner. “But the pancakes—”

“Fuck the pancakes.”

She angled her head, a sexy grin playing on her mouth. “I’d rather fuck you.”

His cock jumped. Shit, if she kept saying things like that he was going to lose it. “That’s a filthy little mouth you’ve got there,” he said.

“That’s because I have a good—or rather,
bad
—teacher.”

“Well, maybe that teacher should put something in that sweet mouth of yours to stop you from saying things that are going to make him forget he’s a gentleman.”

“Will that be before or after you fuck me hard?”

Christ…

His cock throbbed against his zipper as he positioned her on the counter. She widened her legs, granting him entrance.

He tapped her outer thighs. “Lift.”

She braced her hands on the counter to push herself up, and he dragged her panties from her hips, practically ripping them from her body. He stepped back into her, forcing her legs open.

“Mine,” he murmured, focusing in on her sex.

Looking powerful and powerless at the same time, Lauren palmed his chest. Linc placed his hands on her thighs, the look in her eyes intensifying as he dragged his fingers over her soft flesh, going higher and higher until he found the spot he craved the most. His thumb circled her nub, slicking over her wetness. She moaned, and grabby hands snaked around his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his. He pushed a finger in her and drew in a quick breath as she clenched around him.

“Look at you. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re going to come.”

“I know,” she murmured, a desperation in her voice as she kissed his neck, his ear, her lashes fluttering against his skin as she pulled him harder against her. “I love the way you touch me.”

He pushed another finger inside her and drew small circles with his thumb. “That’s good, because I plan on spending the entire weekend touching you. Everywhere.”

She looked down between their bodies and sighed. “I’m at the mercy of your cock. All I can think about is having you inside me.”

Holy Fuck.

He ripped his pants open, gripped her legs and positioned his crown at her entrance. A quick breath, and one working brain cell stilled him before he pistoned forward. “Shit.”

“What?” she asked. She panted, her lids heavy as she looked at him.

“I only had a few condoms. I don’t keep any here. I’ve never brought—”

“I have some.”

He arched a brow. “Oh really?”

“Well, I lost a bet, and you did tell me you wanted to fuck,” she teased.

He cupped her chin, pressed his mouth to hers and drew her in for a long, hard kiss. Their tongues slashed, and the rawness, the carnal hunger inside him as he devoured her made it hard for him to breathe. When he pulled back she reached for him, and the action sent need roaring through him, so intense and harsh it stunned him. He tried to breathe through it, but it gripped him and held tight.

“Still think you lost the bet?” he asked.

“No, now go,” she said, her words rushed. “They’re in my purse. Kelli dropped a bunch in there yesterday after the game.”

He laughed. “Remind me to give her a raise.” Cock throbbing, he looked around the kitchen, the ache between his legs harder, sharper, demanding. “Where the fuck is your purse?”

She pointed to the living room. “On the coffee table.”

He groaned. “That’s just too fucking far away. I don’t want to stop touching you.”

“Don’t stop then,” she said, running her hands all over his bare chest, sliding lower to grab his cock. Her hand on his dick felt good, too good.

He took a wheezing breath. “What about a condom?”

“I’m on the pill.” She squeezed his dick. “And I’m clean.”

“I’m clean. I get tested every six months, and this will be the first time I’ve ever had unprotected sex.” No way in hell he’d risk it with anyone else. But damn, he needed inside her. And he trusted her.

“Good. Then stop talking and just fuck me already.”

He tugged on her hair as his lips crashed down on hers. His other hand gripped his cock, and his muscles burned as he plunged rougher than ever before, pounding hard, like his very life depended on it.

“Liiiiiinc. Yes.”

Her body opened to him as he filled her. He clenched his jaw, need, pure fucking need, twisting inside him. He fucked her with a savagery he’d never before known. Plunging deep, pulling out, and slamming home again. She squirmed and moaned, her tight pussy making him harder than steel.

She clawed at his back and took him deep. “Like that. Just like that.”

He rocked into her, pulling almost all the way out only to bury himself deep again. Jesus, it didn’t just feel good, it felt right.
She
felt right. The pressure brewing between his legs drove him to the edge, and his breathing changed. She bit his shoulder, her thighs tightening around him. His cock pulsed, and he took a painful breath.

He cupped her face. “You’re so pretty, Lauren. I want you in every possible way.”

“Yes.” She slipped her hand between their bodies to rub her clit, and her mouth formed an
O
as she touched herself, owning her sexuality, taking what she needed. Hot. So fucking hot.

His heart thumped, and his mouth sought hers. He wet her bottom lip then pushed his tongue inside as he gripped her hips for better leverage. “I can’t get deep enough.”

“I need more,” she said.

“Use my cock. Grind on it. Bury it inside you. Take anything you want. Fuck, Lauren. Take everything.”

He growled and pumped deep, negotiating his stance to pound harder. He shifted and rotated, anything to drive in deeper. Drunk on her, he reached a maddening pace, so fucking needy it frightened him.

Her muscles tightened, teasing his orgasm, and she cried out his name. “That’s it,” he murmured as she clawed and scratched at his flesh. Her warmth singed his cock, and he threw his head back. He took deep choppy breaths as his brain shut down, pleasure taking over with the hot flow of need pouring from his body.

He spasmed and pulsed and held her tightly, not wanting to let her go. He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing labored. “Holy fuck, Lauren.”

“Yeah,” she whispered on an exhale. “I know.”

They stayed like that for a moment longer, both working on regulating their breathing and coming back down from their explosive lovemaking. The smell of smoke reached his nose.

“Shit, the frying pan is on fire.”

He pulled out of her, not nearly ready for the sex to be over—or for this weekend to be over—and grabbed the handle and tossed the pan into the sink. She was laughing when he shut the burner off and stepped back into her. She pointed an accusing finger at him.

“You’re the one who was in too much of a hurry to let me turn the burner off.”

“Oh, and you weren’t,” he shot back.

She grinned. “Maybe a little.”

He put his hand on her face, and ran his thumb over her flushed cheek. “How about we go into town. I know this great place that does breakfast.” He shot a glance to the clock on the wall. “Or rather brunch.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and there was such a warm glow on her face, he wanted to forget about food and spend the day in bed. But she needed substance, so he planned to feed her. “Let’s get cleaned up and head out.” He helped her from the counter and put his hand on her back to guide her to the shower. “Is there anything special you’d like to do today?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Last night you did mention something about the boat.” She pointed to the double deck doors as they walked toward the hall. “I think I also remember something about bending me over that rail.”

He laughed. “Holy Christ, I’ve created a sex maniac.”

“You could be right. I might be an addict.”

A surge of possessiveness rose in him as he visualized her in bed with another man—some random asshole touching her body the way he had, and bringing her to orgasm over and over again.

Oh, fuck, no.

Chapter Five

Dressed in a bathing suit and a knitted bikini cover up dress that they’d picked up in town earlier that morning, Lauren stretched out in her seat on the boat and turned her face to the early afternoon sun. She exhaled, never having been so content. After a wonderful breakfast and a tour around the Keys, they’d made their way to the marina. She angled her head sideways and took in Linc’s strong profile and bare chest as he carefully steered the boat around the reefs. It was easy to tell how much he enjoyed being on the water. He saw her watching him and grinned.

She shook her head. “You’re like a big kid.”

He put his palm on her leg and squeezed. “What can I say? I’m having a hell of a weekend.”

She closed her hand over his and held it. “I can see why this is your escape. I love it here.” She relaxed beneath his touch, a new comfort between them. In fact, she’d never felt such an easy intimacy with anyone before. But dammit, she wasn’t supposed to feel things for him, things that made her want to extend this weekend, to grow what she felt blossoming inside her.