All of You (26 page)

“You are, baby. You deserve it.” He was
looking at me as if he wanted to say more, but I wanted to show him
how thankful I was for him so I kissed him deeply. Our tongues slid
against each other rhythmically and Lincoln moaned as he kissed me
back with growing passion. I moved one leg over his body and
straddled his hips. I liked sitting on him like this, especially
when I felt him harden through my pants between my legs.

He pulled his mouth away from mine, breathing
heavily. “Jillian…” he said quietly, warning me of his impending
loss of control, but I was determined to make him feel good. I
moved my mouth to his neck and began kissing and sucking on his
soft skin. He moaned and clutched at my hips. I ran my hands over
his chest and rocked against his hardening bulge. We both groaned
as we simultaneously felt pleasure from my movements. “Mm… do that
again, baby,” he commanded. I circled my hips again and whimpered
when his hardness pressed against me in the right spot through our
pants. I did it several more times, and I thought nothing could
feel as good as I felt right now.

He slid his hands from my hips to cup my ass
and pushed my pelvis against his as he thrust against me. “Think of
how good it would feel if I were inside you right now, baby.” He
rocked against me again, and pleasure spiked through me.

“That feels so good, Lincoln,” I said as I
sat up slightly and pushed more of my weight down on him, grinding
against him. The thin material of our pajama bottoms allowed me to
feel him against my folds, and I closed my eyes and rocked against
him and moaned as he rubbed against my center.

I was about to move against him again when he
surprised me by pulling me off him to the side and rolling against
me. He rested his weight on one elbow and moved his other hand
between my legs. My eyes flew open as he cupped me through my
pants.

“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered.
His eyes sizzled with desire. He moved his hand up to my waistband
and slipped his fingers under the elastic. I froze. “I won’t look,
baby. The blankets are hiding everything. I just want to feel you.
I want to make you feel good,” he said, his voice thick with
desire. His fingers lightly rubbed against the soft skin of my
pelvic area. I considered what he was asking before biting my
bottom lip and nodding. I wanted to feel good, dammit.

Lincoln smiled and covered my mouth with his
before slipping his whole hand into my pants. He slid two fingers
through my slick folds and I went rigid, arching my back and
pushing my hips up.

“MmMM!” I mumbled against his mouth as
overwhelming sensation shot through me. He pulled back to watch me
and when he stroked me again, I threw my head back against the
pillow and cried out his name.

His thumb began circling my most sensitive
part, and I clutched his muscles at the tops of his arms. “Oh God!
Yes! Ahhh!” I cried out repeatedly, and he never let up his
beautiful torture.

Waves of pleasure rolled through me as his
fingers slid back and forth over my folds. He moved his head down
and sucked a nipple into his mouth and licked it through my shirt,
causing a massive jolt of pleasure to run through me.

“Lincoln!” I cried out in a strangled voice,
and he did it again. I let out a high-pitched cry and squeezed his
shoulders as sensation overtook me.

Pleasure was building up inside me until I
couldn’t take anymore and it released as an orgasm ripped through
me. My back arched instinctively, and my whole body shuddered with
pleasure until I fell back limp on to the bed.

I lay there breathing heavily with my eyes
closed, and I felt him lightly kiss my lips. My eyes fluttered
open, and I looked up at my man. I could still feel my clitoris
spasming, sending shocks of waning pleasure through me.

“Lincoln…” That was all I could say. I had
never experienced an orgasm before. I had tried to make myself feel
good in the past, but nothing had ever felt as good as what Lincoln
had just done to me.

He pulled his hand out of my pants and stuck
his fingers in his mouth. “Mm… you do taste good,” he said with a
smirk.

I laughed at his audacity and pushed against
his shoulders until he was lying on his back. I knelt at his side,
my hands on either side of his head. “I know you taste good too,” I
said in reply and lowered down to kiss him deeply.

I hovered over him, my breasts swaying freely
under my shirt. His hands automatically came up to grasp them. As
our tongues collided, he palmed and squeezed my full mounds and
groaned into my mouth. His strong hands felt amazing on me, and
before I knew it, his movements had bunched up my shirt.

As soon as I realized my midriff was exposed,
I shot back from him, out of his reach, and pulled my shirt
down.

Lincoln held his hands up. “I’m sorry, baby.
I didn’t mean to.” His eyes had gone from burning with desire to
fearful with anxiety.

I took several deep breaths to clear the
adrenaline from my body. That was close. My scars had been exposed.
Had I not been kissing him, he would have seen them. Maybe... maybe
he really meant what he said. Maybe my scars wouldn't affect him.
It was almost too much to hope for.

I looked down at him. His face was contorted
with worry, but he was flushed, and his lips were swollen from our
passion.

I grasped his hands, lacing our fingers
together and leaned back over him, pinning his hands under mine
next to his head. I flipped my head so my hair fell to one side
over my shoulder and leaned down with a seductive smile on my face.
He gave me a small smile in return, but his eyes still held
worry.

Without saying anything, I lightly kissed
him, and he squeezed my hands, encouraging me. I deepened the kiss
again, stirring up the passion between us before I moved to his
neck and found the spot at the top of his collarbone that made him
shudder.

I wiggled my fingers, and he released his
hands but didn’t move them. I lightly traced my fingertips down his
arms, around the crook of his elbows, and over his shoulders. My
fingers glided over his chest muscles and down to his waist. I
hitched the bottom of his tank top up and broke away from his neck
as I pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor next to the
bed.

I made a line of kisses on his chest until I
got to one of his nipples. I flicked my tongue over it, and he
gasped, causing me to smile. I moved lower, kissing his naked chest
and pushing the covers of the bed back. When I got to the V at his
lower abdomen, I ran my fingertips over it, loving how toned he
was.

“Jillian, don’t stop,” he said and placed a
hand on top of my head. Just like last time, he wasn’t forcing my
head down. I think he simply wanted a connection to me.

I pulled the waistband of his pajama pants
down, and he lifted his hips so I could pull them out of the way. I
sat back, letting his hand fall to his stomach, and I admired him.
He was rock hard and stood straight up. My mouth went slack as
desire overtook me and I fantasized how he would feel sliding into
my wet core. He lifted his head and looked at me, raising one
eyebrow as if asking what I was waiting for.

I ran my hands up his thighs, letting my
fingertips brush against him lightly before grasping him. He let
his head drop back, and he moaned as I stroked him gently.

I lowered my head and took him in my mouth to
the back of my throat as far as I could stand before pulling back
while sucking. He groaned loudly, and I saw him ball the sheets up
in his fist out of the corner of my eye. It thrilled me to know I
could give him this much pleasure, and I quickly swallowed him
again and pulled back sucking him tight against my lips.

“Jillian! Oh God!” he said in a raspy voice.
I repeated my actions over and over. Swallowing and sucking.

He began thrusting up into my mouth. “I’m
close, baby!” he cried, warning me. I swallowed him and paused at
the base of his shaft. I had read something in a magazine once. I
began humming as I sucked back. “AHH!” Lincoln cried out with
pleasure.

Hmm, apparently the magazine had been right.
I continued humming as I swallowed him again, and I heard him call
out my name before thrusting one final time into my mouth. I felt
hot liquid at the back of my throat, and I swallowed quickly as
Lincoln cried out in orgasm.

He softened in my mouth and I released him,
letting go of his drained member. I sat back again and watched him
enjoy his post-blowjob bliss. His eyes were closed, and his body
was totally relaxed. It made me smile. He opened one eye and held a
hand up, indicating he wanted to cuddle.

I adjusted his pants so he was covered before
crawling up his body and laying my head on his naked chest. He was
still breathing rather heavily, and I could hear his heart beating
fast as he wound his arms around me and held me tight.

~~~~~~~~

Lincoln drove me to work in the morning
without a single complaint about how early it was. I was wary of
any photographers that would be waiting outside the lab when he
dropped me off, but Lincoln didn’t seem to be the least bit
concerned when he walked me to the front door of GenChem’s building
and kissed me good-bye. He had an away game that night, and his
flight left shortly after noon so we wouldn’t see each other until
the next day.

For as much as I would miss Lincoln, I felt
like I had been neglecting Tabitha and Rebecca and was looking
forward to a quiet night at home.

“You call Kennedy if you see even the
slightest hint of any photographers, okay?” Lincoln had told me,
with the restraining orders Carter would be filing today, they were
hoping the photographer that caught us yesterday would stay away.
“And you call the police if Mackenzie has any contact with you at
all. Call your brother if you feel more comfortable with that.”

I promised him I would before asking, “Does
Carter need me to do anything?” I didn’t want to go to the police
station to file charges without Lincoln by my side.

“I’ll let you know, baby, but that can wait
until I get back. Don’t worry about anything.” He ran his hand over
my head and down my hair. I loved it when he did that.

I smiled. “The only thing I’ll worry about is
when I get to see you again.”

He smiled back and kissed me. “Tomorrow.”

We said good-bye and I watched Lincoln return
to his vehicle before heading in to work with a sigh.

If he planned to see me tomorrow and his
birthday party was on Friday, I would have to go shopping for a
present for him tonight, I realized. Shit. I had no idea what to
get him. I had never bought a birthday present for a guy I was
dating, much less a rich professional hockey player. I pulled out
my phone as I walked to my lab area.

“
Okay, I lied. I do have one other worry.
I worry about what to get my sexy man for his birthday.”
I sent
Lincoln the text, hoping for inspiration, but he didn’t reply. I
wasn’t surprised; he was driving. Well, I wouldn’t worry about it
now. I could ask Rebecca for ideas later.

I put my coat and purse away and pulled out
my laptop from my messenger bag to focus on my work when I heard my
phone chime from my purse. I quickly dug it out and saw Lincoln had
replied.

“
I already have everything I could ever
wish for, now that I have you.”
I smiled and giggled to myself
as I read it. I shook my head in amusement.

My phone chimed again.
“Was that too
cheesy? lol”

I really did laugh out loud at that.
“Yes,
but I’m not going to complain. :) Now—no texting and driving!”
I scolded him.

“
I’m not, baby. Don’t worry.”

Good man, I thought. Texting and driving was
a terrible habit. I sent him a kiss and put my phone away. I went
to work, but could not wipe the smile off my face.

Chapter Eighteen

I sat cross-legged on the couch surrounded by
trails of yarn. I frantically knitted while watching Lincoln chase
the puck around the rink on TV. I was making him a dark blue woolen
hat that would match the scarf I had already finished.

Rebecca sat on the floor with Tabitha,
playing a board game, both of them ignoring the hockey game. I had
joined them before Lincoln took the ice, but when the game started
I went back to my knitting but continued chatting with them over
the game. I was on a deadline to get his present knitted before I
went to bed.

It was currently past Tabitha’s bedtime and
Rebecca was urging her to go to bed. I hugged and kissed my niece
good-night and Rebecca took her upstairs to start her bedtime
routine.

Lincoln was playing well tonight, and I was
enjoying watching my man dominate the ice until he took a hard
check into the boards and collapsed onto the ice. It was a hard
enough check that it made me sit up and take notice. It wasn’t the
first time I had seen him get hit, but this looked rougher than
normal, and he was still lying on the ice. My stomach dropped.

The announcer excitedly called the action of
which player was in control of the puck, and the camera panned away
from Lincoln. I couldn’t tell if he was okay and anxiety filled in
a pit in my stomach.

When the referee sounded a whistle, the
announcer proclaimed how hard Lincoln had been hit while my screen
replayed the collision.

I threw my knitting down and scrambled off
the couch, kneeling in front of the TV with my hand over my mouth.
The referee called a penalty on the other team’s player, but that
did nothing to settle my nerves.

Finally the camera panned back to Lincoln,
and I saw he was standing but was hunched over, being supported by
another player. It was Deacon, actually. Okay. Okay. At least he
was standing, I told myself.

A man, maybe the team trainer, rushed out on
the ice and started talking to Lincoln, and he nodded his head as
he continued to lean on Deacon. The two men helped Lincoln to a
door in the boards that circled the rink. They ushered him off the
ice, and he disappeared into a crowd of people. I could only assume
he was headed to the locker room. Maybe they were taking him to the
hospital.