“Did my evil plan to make you tipsy succeed?” He
teased. A look of annoyed disgust crossed her face.
“No, it’s these damn shoes. I told Bess I’d fall and
break my neck in these things.”
“Maybe your sister figured I’d be around to catch
you?”
“Someone did mention that actually.” She nodded as
she pushed away from him slightly to glance down at the stilettos that showed
off her sleek, well-toned legs to perfection. “Although I don’t think that’s
why they call them—”
Jane abruptly stopped speaking as color flooded her
cheeks. The embarrassment on her face told Lincoln exactly what she’d been
about to say. He bent his head and brushed his lips across hers.
“No, that’s not why they call them that,” he said
huskily. “Come on, let me take you home so you can get out of those shoes.”
Color still high in her cheeks, she averted her gaze
from his and nodded. Keeping his arm wrapped around her waist, he guided Jane
out of the restaurant. In too short a time span for his liking, Lincoln was
pulling into Jane’s driveway. He parked the car, and as Jane reached for the
passenger door handle. He forestalled her with a light touch on her arm.
“Wait, let me help you. I don’t want you falling in
those shoes,” he said with a smile that she returned.
In the back of his head a voice suggested a
different act altogether. He ignored it as he quickly reached the passenger
side to help her climb out. He shut the car door and walked with her up the
sidewalk to the front of the house. Jane reached into her purse to produce a
key.
“It was a lovely evening,” she said softly as she
unlocked the front door. “Thank you.”
“I enjoyed it too,” Lincoln murmured as he brushed a
stray strand of hair off her cheek. “Does this mean you’ll go out with me
tomorrow night?”
“I’d like that,” she whispered as she leaned forward
and lightly kissed him.
It had the sweetness of cotton candy. Despite every
urge to do so, he didn’t try to deepen their kiss. He wanted to let her set the
pace of their relationship. As she pushed her front door open, Samson bolted between
her legs on his way outside. The result was Jane stumbling backward over the
threshold. Lincoln lunged forward and saved her from hitting the floor.
Soft curves pressed into his body as he straightened
upright. The living room was dark, but there was a soft light filtering its way
out of the hallway. It made Jane’s features even more beautiful. Green eyes
wide in her face, her tongue flicked out to wet her lip. The unconscious act
was so erotic in nature that Lincoln was hard in an instant.
Unable to stop himself, he lowered his head and
slanted his mouth over hers. A soft sigh escaped her, which gave his tongue
access to the hot taste of her mouth. Maple sugar lingered on her tongue as his
mated with hers. With each stroke of his tongue against hers, his body hardened
with a rising tension that was driving all rhyme and reason from his head.
Stretched hard and tight in his trousers, his cock
ached in a way that was painful and pleasurable at the same time. The longer he
kissed her the harder he got. Her hands slid along the lapels of his coat as
she eased the jacket off his shoulders in an urgent motion. He released her for
the briefest of moments to toss the coat aside and push the front door closed.
Hot and sweet, her mouth tantalized his in a way
that emphasized he’d been right about dessert. Her lips were the sweetest
delicacy he’d had in a long time. He cupped her buttocks and tugged her tight
against his body. A quiet gasp escaped her before she shifted her hips against
his in a sensual move that almost undid him. One hand slid down over a full and
lush thigh as he memorized the gentle curvature of her. It made him ache to
touch the soft skin beneath the dress.
At his touch, she pressed her hips harder into his
in a clear invitation. He deepened their kiss and pulled one side of the
snug-fitting dress upward to give him access to the silky feel of her skin
against the pads of his fingers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d
experience such an intense arousal at the simple sensation of a woman’s skin
beneath his hand. Lace curled around her hip, and she jerked against him the
moment his forefinger slipped inside the narrow band of material. She broke
their kiss to slide her mouth across his jaw to tug at his ear with her teeth.
The nip shot a bolt of pleasure through him that rocked his body.
“Oh, God, Lincoln, please. Touch me.” The throaty
whisper made his heart thunder in his ears.
