That Girl (That Girl, #1)(36)
Without words, I sit up and slip off my top, and then unlatch my bra and toss both to the ground. Next, I begin to unbutton Lincoln’s shirt. He rises and tosses his to the side as well. We both settle back down. Lincoln is on his back, and I’m nestled into his side. Something about his flesh is soothing, and I’m not sure if it’s the scent, or feel, or a combination of both.
“Pizza,” I sigh.
“I love you, Oakley.”
Those simple four words ease my racing mind and pounding heart. They eventually put me to sleep.
***
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
“Fucking phone,” Lincoln grumbles.
It feels as if I’ve been asleep for only five minutes. The sun shining through the draped window and the time flashing on my alarm clock tell me otherwise.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
“Fucking phone,” he complains again.
Lincoln has his eyes closed, swearing at his phone and making no attempt to silence his alarm. I’m starting to realize he’s not a morning person at all and loves his sleep as much as he loves his food.
“Lincoln, that’s your alarm.”
“Fuck my alarm,” he replies, rolling over to me engulfing me in his arms.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
“Lincoln, you need to get moving.”
He growls at my words and buries his head in my neck.
“I want to stay here with you the rest of the day. Fuck school, and f*ck my alarm.”
“Well, apparently you have a severe case of the f*ck-its.”
In this moment, I realize Lincoln and I are the same as we were before my ugly confession last night. Not a thing has changed except for the fact my heart is lighter.
The sound relentlessly continues, one beep after another. I have no clue how it doesn’t drive him ape shit crazy. Finally, I crawl over the top of him and silence his phone. With my ass propped up on his side and me reaching for his phone, I laughed out loud thinking what a sight this must be.
“Something funny?” he asks.
“Yeah, me beached on top of you, having to silence your alarm.”
Grabbing his phone, I tap the alarm button, and some other screens pop up. I only see her name – Monica. There are words following her name, but the phone burns into my flesh, and I immediately drop it.
Lincoln rolls over to his back, making my belly drop down on to his. Frozen, I can’t move from seeing that name on his phone. I’ve never owned a cell phone or texted, but Jazzy did all the time. I should’ve read what Monica texted. No, it’s none of my business.
Lincoln slaps my ass, snapping me straight back to reality.
“Monica texted you,” I say softly.
“Fucking crazy bitch,” he mutters.
“I’m sorry. I just tried to silence the alarm.”
Lincoln grabs my mid-section and swivels me up to face him. His grumpy morning face is gone, as well as any easy-going Lincoln.
“She’s a crazy f*cking bitch. I don’t hate many people, but I do hate her. She’s been on my case ever since she got wind I’m with someone else.”
My gut turns with his words, and the sick, sadistic side of me wants to know why he hates her so badly, but I know it’s his story to tell.
Lincoln finally talks. “Say something.”
“Um, I don’t like her texting my boyfriend.”
The look on his face is priceless. My admitting he’s my boyfriend is definitely a shock.
“I like the sounds of that,” he finally replies.
“Me too, but I love the feel of your skin on mine even more,” I sigh against his lips.
“I really needed that last night. Thank you for giving it to me,” he says.
Our lips meet and I let him take charge. Lincoln flips us over so he’s covering my body and continues to devour my lips. For the first time I let my hands explore his body up and down his long, lean back. My hands settle, gripping his broad shoulders. Our heated tension builds once again as I dig my nails in. My hips bow, trying to meet his middle again. I pull on the top of his shoulder, signaling him to press down harder on me. Lincoln pulls away from my lips, and I nod.
In slow motion, I feel Lincoln sink down onto my hips, and my legs spread for him to settle in. He watches my face as he pushes down against me. The sensation of him between my legs and rubbing against my core is overwhelming. I push more firmly against him, and that’s when I feel his very hard cock push back. I throw my head back and let out a cry of pleasure. Lincoln continues to drive against me. Even though we are both clothed, I can feel him and the pleasure he’s sending through me.
Lincoln’s mouth drops to my exposed neck, biting and nipping at my skin. It causes me to cry out again and buck harder against him.
“Let me take you all the way,” he pleads.
I’m unable to answer him due to the coursing need rampaging throughout my body. My only reaction is to push harder. I feel Lincoln’s hand run down between us, and it’s at the edge of my panties again. I’m safe under his body and clothed in his scent. I’m safe. This is a first, and I want it.
His hand stops before going any further. I send my hand along the same trail his hand had taken, and when I meet his, I urge it to go deeper underneath my panties. His fingers lightly drag across my skin, causing me to gasp. His finger slides into me when I buck up once more to meet him, and then I really cry out. Lincoln covers my mouth with his. His mouth and fingers are working me over like a magician, causing my hands to fly back up to his shoulders and dig in with delight.