Her body tightened around my cock, and I held my breath.
Her words were stopped when I crushed my mouth to hers. Both of us moaned as we came at the same time. Her fingers in my hair, grabbing and pulling me closer to her.
It was the best moment of my life. A moment I never wanted to forget for as long as I lived. Being with Lincoln damn near felt like my first time again, yet so much better.
I pulled out of her slowly, instantly missing her warmth.
A beautiful pink filled her cheeks as we stared at one another.
She giggled, and I loved how it made my stomach jump and my chest squeeze. I smiled as I ran my thumb softly over her cheeks.
Lincoln rubbed her kiss-swollen lips together a few times before she spoke. “That was so amazing, Brock. I don’t think I can—nor do I want to—hide how amazing that felt.”
I kissed her nose. “It did feel amazing.”
“I wish we could stay in this room for days, making love and learning everything about each other.”
Laughing, I gently rubbed the tip of my nose down her neck, causing her to let out a contented sigh. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too. Will you take a shower with me?” I asked.
Nodding, she replied, “Yes.”
When I stood, I pulled the condom off and wrapped it in a Kleenex before tossing it in the trash. I ran the water for the shower and let Lincoln get in first. It was a stand-up shower, big enough for the both of us. I was silently thanking God for that one.
I poured the body soap into my hands and started to run them over Lincoln’s body. The need to be with her again was growing stronger, and I could see it in her eyes as well.
She whispered my name so softly as I washed her breasts, it nearly brought me to my knees.
I wanted to make love to her again but knew fucking her against the shower wall would make her even sorer, so I pushed the thought right out of my head.
Turning her body to face mine, I shook my head as she gazed up at me with those stunning green eyes of hers.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Brock.”
I swallowed hard. “That I don’t deserve you. That if you knew the truth about Kaci, you would hate me.”
Tears filled her eyes and she shook her head. “I could never hate you. Ever. Whenever you’re ready to tell me, I promise I won’t think any less of you.”
My mouth pressed to hers, and we kissed until we both needed air.
Reaching behind her, I turned off the shower and stepped out.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and then dried Lincoln. She seemed to be in heaven, and I loved that I was the one making her feel that way.
After drying myself, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I gently laid her down, dropped the towel, and slipped under the covers with her, pulling her flush against my body.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay there before she finally talked.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
I closed my eyes. I’d been thinking that she was the first woman I’d held in bed since Kaci. And the guilt eating away at me was because I loved holding Lincoln. I loved seeing her smile. Hearing her laugh. It felt like I was betraying what I’d shared with Kaci, because this connection I felt with Lincoln was so much more intense.
I’d never once felt that way when I’d slept with another woman. But when I’d made love to Lincoln earlier, it had felt so real. So intimate. Unlike anything I had experienced before in my life, and that confused me.
Why had I not felt that with Kaci?
“That I love holding you like this.”
It wasn’t a lie. I had been thinking that.
She nestled into me more. “I do too.”
I listened to her breathing grow steady. Then I let the reality of it all sink in.
Can I really do this? Let myself dare to dream that I can be happy with a woman like Lincoln? Even after how miserable I made Kaci? How I stole her happiness because I was a selfish bastard? Am I really going to be given a second chance?
I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.
Something had happened tonight between me and Lincoln. Hell, something had happened the first time our eyes ever met.
The question was, Could I let her in completely?
Could I let myself fall in love again?
Ty hit my back. “You here, buddy?”
I nodded as I watched Stetson James get bucked off at five seconds. He was the reigning PBR World Champion, and he’d had a string of bad luck this year. He was currently ranked tenth in the world standings.
“Ouch. Damn, that had to hurt,” Dirk said from the other side of me.