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CHAPTER 37

Hattie

“Upstairs,” I rasp. “First door on the right.”

He nods, nipping at my earlobe and kicking his boots off. Lincoln hauls me up the steps like I weigh nothing, then drops me onto my mattress.

He settles over me, all solid and warm with soft eyes and swollen lips. “I missed you so damn much.”

My eyes fill with tears, overwhelmed that he’s here. “I missed you, too.”

Lincoln’s calloused thumb stops pressed against my face, soaking up the tear. “Don’t cry, Princess. I’m here…I was a dumbass. I’m so sorry.”

“They’re happy tears.” I bring my hands to his waist, unbuttoning his jeans, then his shirt. Once his chest is bare, I drag my palms down the muscled planes of his pecs and stomach.

He closes his eyes, savoring my touch. His expression is filled with agony, with passion, like he’d forgotten how good it felt for us to be close like this.

“You said something outside…” I say, pushing his shirt over his shoulders.

He looks down at me through heavy-lidded eyes, resting on his haunches as he pulls his arms out of his shirt and tosses it across the room. Then he’s back, allowing some of his weight to press down on me.

“I said, I love you.” He kisses me deeply, his tongue dipping inside my mouth for a brief taste before he pulls back again. “I love how you’re not afraid to put me in my place,” he whispers. “I love how you’re always ready with a saucy remark.” He kisses me softly just above my breasts. “I love watching you ride, seeing your love for horses.” Lincoln raises my shirt, pressing a kiss to my stomach. The rough hair of his beard moving against my sensitive skin has goosebumps pebbling along my arms and legs. “I love the way your body fits against mine.” He flicks open my jeans, and I raise my hips so he can slide them down my legs. “I love your freckles.” He kisses my hip bone, where the lace of my panties rests against my skin, then he drags them down my body, so I’m bare to him. “I love the sound of your voice,” his whispered words are barely audible, and my core clenches.

Then Lincoln finally kisses me right where I’m most sensitive, right where I need him.

Arching my back, I moan at the contact. “Lincoln.”

“I love the sounds you make, the way you moan my name,” he whispers before his mouth is working me again.

I writhe under his ministration, with each stroke of his talented tongue, his warm lips. “I love the way you taste.” He practically growls out the words before his mouth is back on me.

I come apart, my body soaring, each nerve ending ringing in pleasure as I whisper his name. Lincoln kisses his way back up my body, removing my shirt and bra.

Cupping his bearded face in my hands, I look into his eyes. “I love you, too, Lincoln.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, soaking in my statement. “We can make this work. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Even move to California?” I push.

Lincoln stands, shedding the rest of his clothing, then kneeling on the bed in front of me. “California, Tibet, Montana…wherever you are.”

Sitting up, I bring a hand to his chest and push gently, until he lies down on his back. Easing my body on top of his, I settle his length between my thighs and sink down, inch by inch, until he fills me completely. He hisses in pleasure at the sensuality of our bodies being joined.

I move my body slowly, finding my rhythm. “What are you going to do in Tibet?” I ask, my voice breathless.

Lincoln’s palms grip my thighs, and he uses his strength to help me move. “Surely, they have horses there.”

Laughing, I lean forward until my nipples brush against his hard chest. “Lucky for you, I have no plans of moving to Tibet.”

He hums thoughtfully, flipping me onto my back in one smooth motion. “Okay, good, not sure I’m quite ready for that long of a flight.”

I smile at him, feeling overcome with love for this man, with how proud I am of him.

Lincoln moves inside me until I come apart once more. He follows soon after, climaxing with one final thrust. Breathing heavily, and covered in a sheen of sweat, he pulls me into his arms.

CHAPTER 38

Lincoln