Lacing
my fingers with Lincoln’s, I guide my guy off the Arena floor. The moving
spotlights make it easy to slip off unnoticed into a nearby archway. Then it’s
a matter of navigating through the back corridors until we reach a small stone
room. There’s not much to speak of here, outside of some hooks on the walls and
a few large wooden trunks.
I
step into the center of the space and twirl. “Here it is. Changing room
central.”
Lincoln
slips off his jacket and sets it onto a nearby trunk. “Did you come here after
we met?”
There’s
a certain predatory gleam in my guy’s eyes that I’m enjoying very much indeed.
“Oh, sure,” I reply. “I had lots of matches after we first met.”
My
gaze lands on a particular trunk. Memories appear. My face turns eleven shades
of red.
Lincoln
notices the trunk in question as well as my blush. He steps up to the trunk and
damn, my fantasies were all correct. The lid comes to just the right height at
his waistline.
Lincoln
runs his fingers over the lid. “And what is there about this particular piece
of furniture, may I ask?”
“No
point telling you that I don’t know what you’re talking about, huh?”
“None.”
“Well,
I might have thought about you, the trunk and, um, things.”
Lincoln
steps closer. “Things?”
“I’d
put on my dragonscale suit and wonder what would happen if you came into the
dressing room or something.”
That
predatory look returns to Lincoln’s mismatched eyes. It makes me feel all woozy
inside. Not a bad thing.
“I
love this story. So you’d be … what?”
I
gesture toward the trunk. “Sitting here.”
Lincoln
scoops me up and sets me right atop the trunk. “Like this?”
“Uh-huh.”
A
knowing grin rounds his mouth. “So I could stand before you like this.” He
rests his hands on my knees. His skin is all warm and rough at once. Little by
little, Lincoln slowly guides my legs apart and presses my skirt up to my hips.
Then he steps between my legs.
“Almost
like that,” I say breathlessly.
At
last, Lincoln presses himself against me. At this angle, his hardness hits all
the right places. “Do you mean this?” he asks.
Fire
sparks inside my core. “Exactly.”
“I
can see the appeal.” Lincoln slowly trails his hands over my body. Wherever he
touches me, there’s an electric zing of desire. Leaning in, he stops when his
mouth hovers a breath above mine. “You know what I want.”
“I
do.” I lick along the seam of his lips. “And I’m calling in my prize.”
Thanks for sharing, Marie!
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