Off the Record (Off #3)(52)

I just stare at her for a few seconds, and she stares back at me. And then we both burst out laughing over the whole situation.

“You’re my knight in shining armor, Mr. Caldwell,” she says as she steps forward and wraps her arms around me.

“I’m happy to save you any day, baby.” I return her hug and squeeze her tightly.

Her had tilts back and she looks at me. “Now, let’s go home. I’m going to f*ck you senseless to show my appreciation of your gallantry.”

I bend down and grab her bottom lip with my teeth. I hold it there for a second, then flick my tongue out to lick it. “If that’s the case, you can get into trouble any day of the week.”

She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and I fall into her. After several long moments, we finally break apart.

We practically run the entire way back to my car.





I’m cooking dinner for Linc and I hope he likes it. It’s hard to make a romantic, savory meal when he tries to eat as healthy as possible. I settled on some seasoned baked, chicken breasts and a huge salad, even though I stared longingly at a gorgeous chocolate cake at the bakery today.

Linc is out golfing with some teammates and he’ll be home any moment. My skin practically crawls with the anticipation of seeing him. Somehow, Linc Caldwell has managed to burrow into my heart. My mom made me realize that I needed to open myself up to possibility, and I had been dubiously pondering that. But last night, when he defended me to those witches that accosted me in the bathroom, I felt the last of the ice around my heart crack.

When we got back to the condo, Linc pulled me out onto the balcony and stripped me. My blood immediately fired through my veins, and that urge for him to take me fast and hard hit the way it always does. But he apparently had other ideas. He first made me climax with just his mouth on me, with my back pressed up against the cold balcony railing and the night air cooling my skin. When I cried out, he stood up, turned me around and bent me over.

I was ready then for the fast and hard, but he entered me from behind with a delicious slowness that made my breath get stuck in my chest. He slowly rode me until both of us were softly cursing as the orgasms tore through us. Then he pulled me up into his arms and whispered in my ear, still lodged deep inside of me, “Never will I get enough of you.”

The ice that had completely cracked now melted into a sopping puddle, and my insides swam with butterflies. My eyes pricked with tears but I mentally dashed them back and they heeded my warning not to spill.

I don’t know yet how deep my feelings run, because I had just decided to accept them last night. But I figure that time will give me the answers. I only hope the answers I receive benefit both me and Linc in the long run.

Just as I open a bottle of Piesporter, I hear Linc come through the front door. I smile to myself in giddy anticipation that in about two seconds, I’m going to see him.

Yea, me!

When he enters the kitchen, my mouth turns dry at the sight of his yumminess. I don’t realize I’m just staring until he looks down at himself, then back at me again.

“See something you like?” he teases.

I involuntarily lick my lips and my words sound strangled when I say, “Yes.”

His eyes flash but his words remain light. “Something smells good.”

“I made chicken.”

Lame!

Linc stalks toward me, a devious smile on his face. He reaches out and grabs the hair at the base of my neck, tilting my head to the side. Leaning in to me, he does nothing more than graze his nose at that sensitive place behind my ear. “I was talking about you. You smell good. My strawberry girl.”

My common sense is destroyed. “Much better than chicken, I hope.”

His lips flutter over the shell of my ear, and goose bumps break out on my arms while my body tightens.

“Way better than chicken,” he murmurs.

Linc moves across my face, laying light kisses along the way. His stubble scrapes my skin in the most pleasurable way. When he reaches my mouth, he presses his lips against mine and slides his tongue in. I cannot help the groan that rumbles up from my belly. His kisses alone are hot enough to burn.

Linc breaks the kiss, rubbing his nose against mine. “Dinner can wait, don’t you think?”

I nod my head, unable to form words. Linc looks at me...I mean really looks at me hard, and I can tell he’s searching for some measure of my feelings. I have no clue what my gaze says back to him but eventually he just picks me up and carries me into his bedroom.

Linc lays me on the bed and says, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

I don’t know what to say at first. Normally, Linc is in charge and I’ve always been happy to cede control to him. But now he wants me directing, and the power feels heady.

I seize the opportunity and I tell him with words all of the hot and dirty things I want him to do to me. And he does...over and over again. There is no part of my body he leaves untouched, every sensation rocketing through me with a force that leaves me breathless.

Linc makes me mindless, a frantic body searching for some type of desperate relief. But when he finally enters me, I command him to go slow. His eyes go soft at my directive, and he gives me the gentlest kiss I have ever known. Then he lays his cheek against mine, and proceeds to make love to me.

And for the first time, I feel something different. I’m not just a mass of quivering nerves searching for eruptive relief. I feel a peacefulness in my heart, almost like someone covering me with a warm blanket when I’m cold. At first the feeling startles me, and for a split second, I almost command Linc to go hard and rough. But then I realize that the feeling makes me happy and carefree, like the first day of Spring weather after a cold Winter.