All of My Soul (13 page)

I felt a shudder run through him, and I
smiled with the knowledge that I had caused that reaction. It made
me feel desirable and loved.

He tipped his head down to claim my lips with
his, kissing me passionately, and I melted into him. His fingers
weaved through my hair as he held me close, and I grabbed at his
shoulders, desperate to be as close as possible.

I whimpered as his tongue met mine, and he
caressed me gently but firmly. God, he was a good kisser. I had no
idea kissing could be so arousing. Lincoln was my first and only,
but I couldn’t imagine anyone being better than him. He knew
exactly how tight to hold me, when to push into me, and when to
draw me into him.

Before I knew it, he was coaxing my vest over
my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor as Lincoln unbuttoned my
long-sleeved, purple-and-black plaid shirt. That article of
clothing quickly joined my vest on the floor, revealing my gray
undershirt. He broke our kiss and looked down at me, his eyes
roaming over my shirt. He reached for the bottom hem and pulled up
as I stretched my arms high to help him undress me. I heard him
sigh as my head became wrapped in my undershirt. The sound wasn’t
in a sexual way, though. He sounded frustrated.

I freed myself from my shirt and looked up at
him in confusion. He reached out and balled a clump of fabric from
my camisole in his fist.

“I swear to God, Jillian. I’m going to burn
half the clothes in your closet just to get you to stop wearing so
many layers.” His words might have sounded serious, but his eyes
danced with amusement. “Why do you feel the need to wear so many
damn clothes?”

I stepped back a little, as much as I could
with Lincoln still holding on to the last scrap of fabric above my
waist other than my bra. “What? It’s a cute outfit!” I said,
defensively.

“Cute would have been two layers. No more
than two.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re serious.”
I couldn’t imagine why it bothered him that much.

“Damn right, I am.” He brought his other hand
up to the neckline, and with a twist of his wrists he flexed his
muscles and ripped my tank top down the middle, exposing my bra and
bare stomach, my scars peeking around from my side.

I gasped as the sound of ripping fabric
echoed in my ears. “I cannot believe you just did that,” I said
slowly once I recovered from the shock.

“It was in my way.” The way he said it was so
nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just ripped my clothing off me.

I smirked at him, amused by his antics. “When
did you become such a caveman?”

“Why? Do you like it?” He took a step toward
me, closing the distance between us. His fingertips traced the
pattern of the lace on the cups of my bra, causing my breath to
quicken as he waited for an answer.

“I like whatever you do, Lincoln.” My voice
was low and whispery. “I like the way you move. I like the way you
touch me. The way you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat before continuing. “I like
knowing I can put that look in your eyes. The look that says you
can’t get enough of me. I like how hard your muscles, are but at
the same time your lips are so soft.”

I rocked up on my toes and pulled his face
down to mine, giving him a soft, slow, lingering kiss. When he
tried to deepen it and make it more passionate, I pulled back and
briefly made eye contact before moving my lips to his ear.

“But mostly,” I whispered. “I like the way
you feel when we become one and you’re moving inside me. I love it,
Lincoln, and I love you.”

An animalistic growl rose out of Lincoln’s
chest, and he was on me in an instant. The rest of my clothes
quickly joined the others on the floor, and before I knew it, I was
lying on my back on the small bed. Lincoln was on top of me,
kissing me as if I was the oxygen he needed for survival.

His lips moved to my neck, and he found that
one spot that made my toes curl.

“Mmm…” I moaned as I arched up against him,
wanting more contact. “Oh, I love that. Right there.”

“I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile
in his voice. He pushed his tongue against my skin and licked me
slowly from my collarbone to the underside of my ear, and I
shivered with pleasure.

He pulled back and looked down at me. His
blue eyes were always gorgeous, but when he looked at me like that,
full of love and desire, they reminded me of a tropical ocean.

“That feeling you have right now? That’s how
I feel all the time when I’m with you. Every time I make you smile
or laugh, it feels just like this.”

He didn’t wait for my reply. He moved his
lips to my neck and attacked the spot that made me tingle all over.
God, I loved this man.

His hands moved to my breasts and cupped them
while he rolled his thumbs over my taut nipples. I groaned as he
kissed my jaw, my collarbone, the hard plain of my chest until he
reached the swell of my breasts.

The stubble of his jaw felt rough on my soft
skin as he skimmed his lips over my breast until he reached my
nipple. I groaned again as he lightly kissed me there before taking
it in his mouth.

My pelvis arched toward him instinctively as
pleasure flooded through me. Oh, the things this man could do to me
with just his mouth. He applied just enough pressure to drive me
wild while teasing the peak with his tongue.

“Lincoln,” I whimpered as I thrashed my head
to the side. “I need you.” I couldn’t take it anymore. He was
causing the ache between my legs to become unbearable.

He released my breast and quickly scooted off
me and stood at the foot of the bed. I could see how much he wanted
me. His whole body seemed to radiate with lust as he looked down at
me lying naked on the bed.

I expected him to take off his jeans and
return to me, but instead he knelt and grabbed my feet to pull me
to the end of the bed. My knees bent and hung off the end as he
pushed my thighs apart, revealing how wet he had made me.

Excruciatingly slowly, he made little circles
up my thighs with his fingertips. I couldn’t stand the
anticipation.

“Oh, Lincoln. Lincoln, please.” I needed him
so badly.

He sucked a breath through his teeth. “I
fucking love it when you say my name like that. Like I’m the only
thing you need. I’m the only one who can make you happy.”

“You are, Lincoln!” I cried as his fingers
got closer to my core.

He growled and lowered his face to place a
kiss on my hip. I weaved my fingers through his hair and let out a
strangled breath. He was so close to where I needed him to be.

His lips trailed kisses down the slope of my
pelvis until he finally reached the junction between my legs. He
paused for a second, long enough for the anticipation to build,
before pushing his tongue between my folds and licking me from one
end of my slit to the other.

I cried out as the warmth and movement of his
tongue sent pleasure crashing through me. Just like when he was
kissing me, he knew exactly how much pressure to apply, when to be
gentle, and when to be rough. My clitoris throbbed with need as he
rapidly flicked his tongue out, repeatedly massaging the sensitive
bundle of nerves.

My hands tightened in his hair as pleasure
exploded through me, and I screamed out his name as I found my
release. All my muscles clenched as I floated in that beautiful
orgasmic moment where everything is slightly hazy and you never
want it to end.

The next thing I knew, I felt Lincoln’s
strong arms around me, lifting me off the bed. Instinctively, I
wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders
as I opened my eyes and found him staring at me.

At some point in my orgasmic daze, he had
taken his pants off and now stood naked in the middle of the
bedroom with me wrapped around him. He supported my weight with his
hands, cupping my butt as he walked to the side of the room. He
pushed me against the wall of the plane for leverage, and I allowed
myself to lower down on him until I felt his hardness at my
entrance. Capturing my mouth with his, he kissed me as he pushed
inside me. Both of us groaned, and he ripped his mouth away from
mine as he moved his hips back before thrusting into me again.

We both reveled in our closeness. I loved
this position. I loved that he was strong enough to hold me up as
he moved inside me. I loved that we were so close—no space allowed
between us. He rested his forehead against mine as he moved, and my
jaw slacked as pleasure began to build inside me again. The only
movement between us was Lincoln as he increased his speed until I
clawed at his shoulders when the pleasure started to overtake
me.

“Go, baby,” he whispered before placing a
kiss on the side of my mouth.

When he moved inside me again, I came apart,
calling out his name as I shuddered with a mixture of joy and
delight. My inner muscles flexed around Lincoln’s member, and he
cried out as my orgasm pushed him over the edge. He moved his arms
to around my waist, pulling me down as he thrust hard several times
before stilling as he came inside me. My name was a whisper on his
lips as he surrendered to his release, and we became one.

Pulling us away from the wall, he took two
steps backward and collapsed on the bed with me on top of him. We
lay like that for a long time before the flight attendant’s voice
came through a small speaker, announcing we had to take our seats
for landing.

I kissed him hard on the lips before crawling
off him to get dressed. “That might just win for best distraction
ever,” I said as I winked at him.

A wide, goofy grin spread across his face as
he sat up in bed. “I agree. Mile High Club, for the win.”

Chapter Ten

“Oh! Look at that, Lincoln! It’s the
Washington Monument! Oh! Is that the Capitol?” I gasped loudly.
“Look at all the cherry blossoms!” The iconic trees lining the
street were in full bloom. Pink and white flower petals hung in
delicate bunches from the branches. “Oh my God. They’re so
beautiful!”

I bounced with excitement in my seat, craning
my neck to see everything as we sped past the National Mall in our
town car. Polished white marble buildings lined the street on the
right, and a large grassy area lay to the left. We passed a huge
building with a massive stone staircase in front that led up from
the sidewalk. Giant stone pillars lined the front of the building,
and I couldn’t help but admire the classic beauty of it.

“Oh, Lincoln! What’s that?” I pointed to an
area that was surrounded by a tall wrought iron fence. Among the
trees, I could see a few pieces of art standing along a path.

“That’s the National Gallery’s Sculpture
Garden,” he informed me.

“Ooh. It looks beautiful.”

“We’ll come back another time and walk
through it. I promise.”

“Okay,” I agreed. I would have loved to walk
through it, but right now there was just so much to see. “What’s
that building?” I asked, pointing to another giant white stone
building. This one had at least twenty huge windows lining the
outside.

“That’s the Smithsonian’s Natural History
Museum.”

“That’s the Smithsonian?”

“Part of it. Technically, this whole mall is
part of the Smithsonian, but if you want to see Judy Garland’s ruby
slippers, we have to go to the American History Museum.”

“Oh. Is that far?”

He slid across the seat to sit close to me
and placed an arm over my shoulders. He ducked down to look through
my window and pointed at the next building on the street.

“Wow,” I said in awe as we approached the
building. I had always wanted to see this, and I was brimming with
excitement and anticipation. How cool was this? “Oh Lincoln, this
is going to be amazing!” I turned my head and surprised him by
kissing him on the mouth with enthusiasm. He chuckled against my
lips but then kissed me back, moving his mouth in rhythm with
mine.

Suddenly my car door opened, letting in a
wave of warm air. I hadn’t even realized the car had stopped and
our driver had gotten out. I pulled away from Lincoln and looked
out my open door. Our driver was standing, red-faced, holding my
door ajar. He was younger than me, but with his dark suit and
chauffer’s hat, he looked like he was trying hard to be
professional.

“Terribly sorry, sir. Ma’am.” He looked
incredibly embarrassed that he had interrupted our intimate
moment.

I laughed slightly and smiled at him as I got
out of the car. “It’s okay,” I said, trying to relieve the awkward
tension.

Lincoln exited the vehicle behind me. “We’ll
call you when we’re ready to leave.”

“Yes, sir. Again, my apologies.”

Lincoln chuckled. “Don’t worry about it,
man.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” our driver said
as he closed the car door and slowly backed away.

Lincoln smiled and clasped my hand. “Ready?”
he asked me.

With a big smile, I nodded at him and inhaled
deeply, taking a moment to calm myself. I wanted to remember every
second of our time here. The weather was warmer than it had been in
Chicago, and the sun seemed hotter here. A gentle breeze caressed
me, and I was grateful I had packed a summer dress. It was shorter
than I was usually comfortable wearing, but it was just for
tonight. I wanted to look extra nice for my first time at the
Smithsonian. Plus Lincoln couldn’t complain I was wearing too many
layers anymore.

We quickly approached the giant building in
front of us, passing a tangled metal sculpture that stood in a
small courtyard. Its beauty made it difficult to look away, and I
tugged on Lincoln’s hand as I stopped to admire it.

“Lincoln, look,” I whispered as I watched the
stainless steel slowly rotate. The way the sculpture’s bands of
metal seemed to change shape as it moved was mesmerizing.

“It’s called
Infinity
, by Rivera and
Gussow,” he said as he read the little plaque attached to the
base.