A wave of emotion flashed across Lincoln’s face, but it was gone before I could identify it.

“I know. I need that too.”

I sat up and reached for the button on his jeans, flipping it free and letting them fall. When he was standing naked before me, the sight was enough to block any coherent thought from my brain other than this feels right.

He stepped forward, and I reached for him as he slipped my straps off my shoulders. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“Hurry.” I shimmied out of my shorts and tossed my tank over my head.

Thoughts of how it was the last time we were here and how it ended start to invade my brain, and I had to block them out. I bolted up to my knees and threw myself at him, my chest against his, my hands tangling in the ends of his hair.

It was like flipping a switch on Lincoln. His hands clutched my shoulders and then one dropped to my ass. I bucked my hips against him, trapping his cock between us.

“God, Blue.”

“Stop talking to God and take me.”

I dropped to my butt and spread my legs wide, pulling him between them.

“We need—”

“I don’t care right now. I just need to feel this and forget everything else.”

Lincoln’s expression hardened as if he was fighting a battle with himself, and clearly, I lost. He didn’t push inside me, bare, the way I expected. No, he dropped to his knees and his mouth found my center. His tongue swept my lips apart, lashing me over and over as he teased my clit. My hips lifted, and he used one hand to hold me down as the other circled a finger around my entrance.

“You want me here.” He pushed in to the first knuckle before pulling free.

“Yes.”

His fingers slid inside, but it wasn’t his fingers I wanted. But the pleasure assaulted my senses, and I let it build. Blood pounded in my ears, drowning out my own moans as he added another finger. His lips latched onto my clit and he sucked, tripping me over the edge to orgasm. My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers as I came.

“Fuck, Blue. Fuck.”

He pulled free and seconds later, I was full again, but this time his cock stretched me wide as he pounded into me.

“Yes. Yes. Like that.”

He went harder and faster, and I lost track of everything except for how he lit my body up. The orgasm hit me harder than ever before, and everything inside me, including all the pieces that were already broken, shattered into dust as I screamed.

“I love you!”

There was no way he could miss the words. Lincoln stilled, and I felt his cock pump into me.

“Shit. I was going to pull out. I meant to, but it—”

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. We’re fine.”

I hoped he was too worried about that to bring up what I’d said. Why did I say it? Because I wanted to feel something other than sorrow and loss?