Page 6 of Dancing With Lies

“Please, Lincoln. Please. Just this once, just for now, make me forget. Please. Isn’t that what this is about? Forgetting for just a little while that the world has come to an end?” She kissed the corner of his mouth, her hands somehow beneath his sweatshirt, pulling it off over his head. His skin turned into gooseflesh for a second, but it wasn’t that cold. Was it her touch?

“I can’t say no to you, Chloe, I just can’t.” Settled between her thighs, he pushed his right hand into her hair and pulled her to his face again. “I never could say no to you.”

She’d wonder what that meant later, she decided, for now, there was nothing else but him and the way he tasted, mixed with the lip balm she loved so much. She’d replaced it as she waited for the elevator to bring them up, and now it became a part of her memories. A memory of how Lincoln tasted. She had no idea why she was doing what she was doing, all she wanted was to erase what happened earlier tonight but she knew she couldn’t. So, she pushed the feeling of sadness out with the excitement of sex – with the only person available to her.

She gave herself up to him, to not thinking or feeling, and let him pull her hips tight against his, twisted to keep her lips on his, unwilling to let his mouth go yet. He smelled so good, like a cologne she couldn’t name, something the boys at school didn’t wear and probably mixed with his own scent. Her hands came around to touch his chest, higher, until her fingers found his hard jaw and traced it.

He broke away as her touch lingered at his face and looked into her eyes. He wanted to say something, pursed his lips to speak, but he let his head fall instead, into her neck where he inhaled deeply before he moved, nudging her up the bed where she’d perched on the end. If anyone had asked her two hours ago where she’d be when the night came to an end, in bed with Lincoln Young wouldn’t have been an answer she’d have given in a million years. Here with him now, however, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

She reached for him as he crawled up the bed, his deep brown eyes giving only a hint to the fact that his mother was half-Chinese, just enough to make his eyes exotically alluring. How had she never noticed that before? She wondered. It didn’t matter, she decided, as his body slid over hers and his face filled her hands. He still had on his jeans, his shoes, but she was fully clothed. She didn’t want to be but waited for him to guide the anguish away.

“You’re beautiful, Chloe. You always have been.” He whispered, even though they were alone. Even though she’d always be alone now. But that line of thought would make her cry so best to focus on Lincoln, right? “I don’t have anything with me, I wasn’t expecting tonight to end like this.”

For a moment, she had no idea what he meant and then all the warning posters at school in the girl’s bathroom sprang to mind. Protection. Oh.

“It’s fine, Lincoln. Don’t worry. Just kiss me again, okay?” She didn’t think she’d get pregnant, even though her periods were never predictable because of the diet she maintained and the constant exercise. Maybe she couldn’t have babies at all right now. And, again, it didn’t really matter right now anyway. Only he did.

For a moment he looked indecisive, then instinct took over. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him tighter to her body until his eyes closed on a groan. His tongue came out to lick at his lips quickly before he opened his eyes and moved away. “Let’s get rid of these, princess.”

The unexpected use of the name he’d called her throughout their childhood, a snide comment on the name her parents called her, didn’t sound snide this time. It sounded like an endearment. She wiggled until her jeans and panties were gone, then her sweatshirt. She barely had boobs so she hadn’t worn a bra under her sweatshirt, but the expression of awe on his face told her she had nothing to be ashamed of.

She waited, sprawled on the bed, for him to take his pants off. Would he rush and get this over with or would he, as she hoped, take his time?

5

Lincoln’s hands soothed her as her memories threatened to come back, including that horrible truth she didn’t want to remember right now. His long fingers, tinged with the scent of his cologne, brushed against her face, as if he wanted to memorize what she looked like not only with his eyes but with his hands. She hadn’t expected gentleness from him, not really.

But then, she’d never really thought about this actually happening with him. Maybe there’d been a flash of attraction, in the back of her mind, even though he was such a jerk, but she’d never consciously thought about doing this with him. Yet here she was, in his arms, with his body pressed most intimately into hers. She didn’t want to be anywhere else.

She felt an unbidden smile stretch her lips as he looked down at her with sad happiness. “What’s wrong, Lincoln? Never thought you’d get the ice princess into your bed?”

She said it to tease him, but she saw a brief flash of pain cross his face before his eyes drilled into hers with something she didn’t understand. It wasn’t pity, but it was soft - compassion maybe?

“I never expected to get anywhere near you, Chloe, and if you want this to stop, tell me now. I don’t want to take advantage…”

“You aren’t taking advantage of me, Lincoln, I know exactly what we’re doing. And I want to do it.” She touched his full bottom lip and smiled again. “I never thought this is where we’d end up, but yeah, I want to be here with you, doing this.”

“Okay.” He shifted around a little, his powerful frame moving easily. “Have you ever…?”

The dark swoop of his left eyebrow came up, she noticed, just before she looked away. Trust him to notice she’d never had a boyfriend. “No.”

Would he change his mind now that he knew she had no experience with sex? She bit at her bottom lip, but he tugged at the skin beneath until she let the tender flesh go.

“That’s fine, Chloe. I just don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes told her he never wanted to hurt her and she believed him, in that instance.

“Thanks.” She whispered and squirmed, intensely aware of just how aroused he was as he pressed against her in that place only she could touch. It was kind of scary, thinking about what he wanted to do with that thick ridge between them, but she was also excited to know what it felt like.

Millions of people liked sex, why shouldn’t she? Especially now, when she was alone in the world, with no idea of what to do next. She had shit to figure out, she knew that, but right now, she wanted to have sex with Lincoln.

“Hmm.” He hummed when her legs tightened around his waist of their own volition. “Time to stop playing, I guess, and get to work.”

The dirty smile he gave her nearly made her legs tighten again but she managed to get hold of herself before she did something embarrassing.

He kissed her once more, taking her thoughts away from anything but how soft and silky his lips were. When he pulled away, she wanted to protest but he moved down her body and she clamped her jaw closed. She had no idea what he’d do, what he wouldn’t do, what she even wanted him to do, even if she was well versed in just what men and women could do together from films and other things. He was young but she was younger and inexperienced on top of that.

When his hot breath played down her clavicle, then lower, she stopped breathing. She felt the velvet touch of his lips as they moved warmly down her chest, and she had to breathe or she’d die. She inhaled at the exact moment his lips closed around her dark nipple and it felt so good, that when she exhaled she couldn’t help but sigh out a moan.

Her world narrowed down to nothing more than Lincoln’s hot wet lips wrapped around the small bud, then the tug as he sucked so deliciously long. Her hands dove into his hair to tug at his dark locks, not to pull him away but to hold him there. He didn’t seem eager to move away from that part of her, but his right hand did move, to the area between her thighs and she wanted to hide, to protest, but at the same time, she could wait to know what it felt like.