His lips pressed together and he gave me a nod, and I released his zipper before sliding my hand into his jeans. I closed my fingers around his cock, and he sucked in a hissing breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ. How do your hands feel so damn good?”

“I don’t know, but I guarantee my mouth is going to feel even better.”

I levered up further on the bed and guided him toward me so he was standing between my knees. Then I leaned over and swiped at the head of his cock with my tongue.

Another sharp indrawn breath told me he was a fan. I grew bolder and sucked the head into my mouth.

His fingers tangled in my hair. “Goddammit, woman. You’re going to kill me.”

I pulled back and looked up between my lashes, feeling a heady rush of power. “Try not to die before you carry through on your promise.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but I closed my lips over the head again and sucked. I’d never felt such an intense need to bring a man to his knees, but with this man, everything was different.

Maybe it was because I was a Gable and he was a Riscoff. That my very presence here was completely in the realm of the forbidden. Whatever it was that was driving me, skills I never knew I possessed come to the forefront, and I worked him over so well that I was confident he’d never forget me.

Before I could finish him off, he grasped the sides of my head gently and pulled free of my mouth. I glanced up again, and his chest was heaving even harder than when he met me at the door.

“Why did—”

“I’m not coming in your mouth. Not when I know how sweet your pussy is.”

Good Lord. I didn’t know if was the intensity of his stare or his dirty words, but another rush of heat surged between my legs.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I fell back on my elbows on the bed.

Lincoln’s teeth dragged over his lower lip, and I could tell he wanted to eat me alive.

“Fuck, you do something to me, Blue. I gotta have you. Now.” He reached forward and dragged my shorts down my legs before tossing them to the floor. “This is gonna get a little rough. Speak now or . . .”

I knew what he meant. I knew what he felt. I met his gaze, matching his intensity with every heartbeat.”

“Don’t hold back.”

He kicked out of his jeans and grabbed them to retrieve a condom from the pocket. As soon as he rolled it on, he pressed both palms to the bed, bracketing my hips.

“Sorry about your panties.”

I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, but he slid a finger under the lace and tugged before I could form words. The elastic snapped.

Holy hell, that was hot.

When Lincoln moved between my thighs, I’d never been more turned on in my life. I thought I was imagining how incredible we were together that night, but I didn’t.