Amorous (The Lincoln Series Book 1) (10 page)

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Warren didn’t think he was ever going to get out of that ER and the drive home from the hospital was taking forever. He brought up his sister’s number on his cell phone and stared at her picture. He needed to talk to her. His thoughts were running in circles and he wasn’t any closer to figuring out what to do from here than he was when he left Marie in his home three and a half hours ago.

He had always talked to Liz about the women in his life. She was a great listener and he always felt better after he talked to his big sister. Sometimes he took her advice and sometimes he didn’t. Either way, Liz always helped him figure out what to do next. But this time it didn’t feel right. It felt like he was violating Marie’s trust. Like he was giving away her most intimate secrets, precious secrets he wanted to keep safe from the world.

He thought about her reaction to his kiss. She was so cautious he wanted to take it slow, but when she kissed him back her need for him seemed almost desperate, like she was starving for his touch.

“That’s ridiculous! You’re the one who’s desperate. You attacked her on your couch for God’s sake.”

He groaned and closed the contact. He couldn’t do it. Marie wasn’t just some woman he was dating, somehow she was more. He thought back to the moment he met her and smiled. She had taken his breath away. If he had met her somewhere other than AJ’s office he would have whisked her away and seduced her.

But Fate had other ideas. She seemed to be playing with him. First she put Marie in his life so conveniently he could hardly believe his good fortune. Then she kept throwing obstacles in his way, namely AJ. And when he finally got her in his arms, the hospital called with a suicidal patient.

He growled. He was going to have to talk to those ER doctors on Monday. They needed to learn how to separate the true suicidal patients from the attention seekers. All that guy needed was a hard kick in the ass to stop his whining. An involuntary seventy-two hour commitment in the psych unit ought to fix his attitude. If his chances with Marie were gone he just might do Mr. Jones a favor and pull the trigger for him.

At this point, he wasn’t sure what to expect when he got home. Either she would be gone or she would be there waiting to rip him to pieces for the way he had practically raped her on his couch. Either way he was certain she wasn’t going to be happy.

He replayed the earlier scene in his den. Part of him couldn’t wait to do it again and another was completely disgusted by his total lack of control. His cock was pushing against the zipper of his khakis just thinking about it. He looked down at the offending appendage and sighed.

“You know what, Fred. You’re a sick fuck.”

He tried to tell himself she had enjoyed it too because she hadn’t protested, but then he remembered her calling him Dr. Jackson again after the hospital called. She was probably too intimidated to deny his advances. Shit! Now he was guilty of raping an employee.

“Damn it!”

He slammed his fist on the steering wheel. He had pulled into his garage and was still sitting in his car. He had no idea what he was going to say to her.

“Maybe she’ll be asleep and you won’t have to deal with it until morning, you chicken shit.” He chastised himself. “Who am I kidding, it’s not even eleven? She’ll be awake.”

He realized he was just delaying the inevitable and headed into the house. He stepped into the kitchen and could hear the TV playing in the den. He took a deep breath and walked in with as charming a smile as he could muster plastered to his face.

Before he could say a word he saw her on the couch, sound asleep. God, she was beautiful. Her silky hair fell around her face and dark lashes lay softly on her fair skin. She was curled up on her side and looked like she was chilled.

He walked over and bent down in front of her. He drew her hair back with his fingers and caressed the soft skin of her face.

“Marie? Are you awake?”

She turned her head into his hand yet her eyes never opened and the only sound she made was a soft sigh when he cupped her cheek.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are. Do you?” he whispered.

Again she didn’t open her eyes but pushed firmer into his hand. She shivered slightly and curled up tighter against a chill.

He felt a rush of possessiveness wash over him. He gently picked her up and she sleepily opened her eyes.

“Warren?” she whispered.

“Shhh. Go back to sleep. I’ll keep you safe and warm.”

She closed her eyes and he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He laid her on top of the comforter, unlaced her shoes and set them on the floor before heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He emerged dressed only in his flannel sleeping pants to find she hadn’t moved. He smiled. She was definitely a deep sleeper. He pulled a blanket from his closet and lay down behind her. He pulled it over them, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest.

She wiggled closer wrapping herself in his warmth. God, she felt good in his arms. He had no doubt he would get a good night’s sleep tonight.

Marie woke to a feeling of complete warmth and safety. She opened her eyes as she stretched and realized she wasn’t at home in her bed. She rolled over to look around and saw Warren leaning against the door frame across the room.

Her heart flipped in her chest.

He was dressed in flannel pants, his chest and feet were bare. His hair was slightly rustled and he looked absolutely yummy.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” he said. “Would you like some breakfast?”

He smiled and her insides fluttered.

“I don’t usually eat breakfast.”

“Me neither. I just thought I should offer.” He took a sip of his coffee.

Her face burst into a smile she couldn’t contain. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself look fresh and rested.

She looked around and assumed she was in his bedroom. She was sitting in the middle of a king size bed on top of a black, down comforter. Her legs were still covered in a soft chocolate fleece throw. The headboard, nightstands and dresser were done in a jet black lacquer finish and two matching brass lamps sat on the nightstands.

There was a bathroom to her right beyond a closet bigger than her apartment and his clothes from last night were thrown over a dark paisley wingback chair situated just inside the closet.

“How exactly did I get here?”

“When I got home last night you were asleep on the couch.” He shrugged. “You looked cold so I brought you up here to keep you warm.”

She dropped to her side, propped her head on her hand and bit her bottom lip. “Well, that was very thoughtful of you, Dr. Jackson.”

He walked to the bed and sat down next to her. “I thought so.”

He set his coffee cup on the nightstand and reached out to brush a stray strand of silky hair from her face. She could feel the slightest of tremors in his touch.

He ran his hand gently down her arm and back up her torso. He stopped just before he touched her breast and looked at her face.

She rolled to her back and opened herself to him. When he didn’t move she took his hand and guided it to her breast.

“Are you sure about this, Marie?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

He hesitated. “I want to apologize for last night. I wasn’t trying to pressure you.”

“I know. I just…I was afraid. I don’t want to get hurt.”

“I’d never hurt you.” He caressed her body again.

“But I’ve never had a one night stand. I don’t know what to do.”

“I don’t want a one night stand.” He slid his hand under her sweater and caressed her silk covered nipple. “I want a little more than that. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, but…I’ve never done this before.” She felt her cheeks get warm. “I mean I’ve done
this
before, but I haven’t done…other things.”

“You mean you’re a virgin?”

She pushed his hand away and sat up. “Forget it. Just take me home.”

She scooted backwards and he followed. He was quicker than her and trapped her beneath him, his hands on her wrists like manacles, a devilish smile on his face.

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re not getting away from me that easily because I don’t care that you’re a virgin.” He leaned over and whispered, “I like it, actually. It means you’re all mine. No one else has ever possessed you.”

She looked into his eyes and his expression turned soft and protective.

“It doesn’t bother you that I’ve never…well that no one has wanted to…?”

“What? You think men don’t want you?” He smiled. “I know for a fact they do. I’ve see the way they look at you. You’re too beautiful for any sane man not to want you.” He leaned down and kissed her temple then brushed his mouth along her cheek. “What bothers me is how I treated you last night. I’ve never lost control of myself before. Your first time should be special. I need to take it slow.”

She looked at his lips and whispered, “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

He claimed her mouth with a gentleness she hadn’t thought possible. His lips lingered on hers a moment before his tongue licked her bottom lip.

She opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her. The gentle expression on his face caught her breath.

“Close your eyes, Marie. I want you to feel every touch, every caress.” He kissed her temple again.

She closed her eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Just relax. Feel my touch.” He caressed her face with his fingertips. “Let your body respond to me.”

He laid tender kisses on her forehead, her cheek, and her neck. His lips were warm and soft. A chill fled from every spot his mouth touched. He slid his hands under her sweater and a small whimper escaped her lips. The feel of his hands on her skin was incredible. He made her feel cherished, loved, and precious.

He pushed her sweater over her head and pulled it off her arms. He kissed her again, this time with a bit more passion. He slipped his arm under her shoulders and pulled her closer to his body. His other hand snaked between them. His knuckles pressed into her belly and cool air rushed across her flesh when he opened the closures on her jeans.

She felt him slide his hand under her panties and she opened her eyes with a gasp.

“Close your eyes, Marie. Feel my hands on your skin. Enjoy each caress, each quiver as your body responds to my touch.”

She obeyed when he gently bit her neck and slid his fingers between the lips of her pussy. Her muscles moved of their own accord and when her back arched the hot skin of his stomach scalded her own. Heat shot through her and she felt his hands slide under her ass, pushing her jeans from her body. He guided her thighs up and apart as he settled his weight on her.

His heavy cock pressed against the juncture of her legs and he slowly, softly rocked against her body.

Marie opened her eyes. Warren was supporting his weight with his forearms as he licked a path to her breasts.

“You are so beautiful.” He ran his tongue under the lace trim of her bra.

She pressed against him and offered her breasts to the warmth of his mouth. She could feel a pulsing need for his touch building low in her pelvis.

He kissed his way up to her neck and nipped her just above her collarbone. He kissed her again and she could feel his body vibrate with need. He broke the kiss and panted. He touched his forehead to hers and whispered, “You’re killing me, Marie. I want you so much.”

“Then take me.”

He kissed her hard and dug his fingers into her hair. His cock lay against her thigh and she could feel each beat of his heart as it pulsed against her skin. He shifted and pushed the head between her lips, swollen with need.

“I want to take this slow.”

“Why?” She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and dug her fingernails into his flesh.

“Jesus.” He slid his teeth along her jaw and nipped at her as he moved closer to her mouth.

“Am I doing this right?” she whispered.

“God yes.” He kissed her harder.

Marie could feel his body tremble with restraint. Her need for him to take her was overwhelming but she didn’t know how to get there faster, how to make him go faster.

They moaned in unison and he deepened the kiss. He reached between her legs and fondled her clit.

She broke away from his kiss and whispered his name. She pressed her hips into his hand and loved the feel of his touch. Her body started to move of its own volition. The sensations running through her were incredibly intense. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him tighter to her. She needed to feel him closer. Their bodies were touching but it didn’t feel close enough. She needed him inside her.

“Warren, I need you.”

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“I need more. Oh God, I need you inside me.”

“It’s coming, baby. It’s coming. I’m trying to take this slow. I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I don’t want to take it slow. I’m ready now. Please.”

He grabbed a fistful of her auburn silk and pulled her head back to kiss her. He circled her clit once more then thrust two fingers into her pussy.

She screamed into his kiss and brushed his chest with her silk covered nipples. She broke the kiss to catch her breath.

“Is that what you want, Marie?” He rose up on his knees and pumped his fingers harder.

“Yes!”

She felt the pressure building in her pelvis and knew she needed him inside her more than anything in her life. Succumbing to the urgency of her need she wrapped her legs around his thighs and rocked against his hand. She could feel his erection rubbing against her skin.

He buried his face in her hair and rasped. “Marie, honey, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m trying to take it easy but I can’t. I want you too much.”

“I don’t want it easy. I want what you did last night. Please.”

“My pleasure.” He leaned down and kissed her with the strength of a warrior.

Her mind was devoid of any coherent thought. She was consumed by sensation. Her desire for him was more than she could contain.

He yanked the cups of her bra down as she rose up on her elbows. She undid the clasp in the back and it came off in his hands. He threw it to the side and began devouring her breasts.

The instant his hot mouth covered her nipple a jolt of electricity shot to her clit. The sensation took her breath and her scream came out as a gasp. She threw her head back into the comforter and dug her fingers into his shoulders. She didn’t know if she would survive the sensations assaulting her body. It was more than she imagined it would be.

His warm, soft tongue circled her nipple as he gently rasped her breast with his teeth. She could feel an answering throb in her clit with each flick of his tongue. She had no idea that was even possible, all she knew was she didn’t want him to stop. She grabbed the comforter in clenched fists and held on for dear life.

He moved to her other breast and continued his oral assault while massaging the abandoned nipple between his fingers. He reached down between them, cupped her mound and squeezed hard. He pulled away from her breast to catch his breath.

“I love your bare pussy. It’s so silky and soft.”

She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the moment. The need for his touch had completely consumed her. Nothing mattered but this moment and the incredible sensations running through her.

She felt him slide his fingers between her lips and thrust them hard into her channel. This time she managed to scream before she lost her breath. He fucked her again with two fingers and circled her clit with his thumb.

She looked down to watch him touch her. She wanted to remember everything about this moment.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, brought them to his mouth and moaned as he tasted her. “God that is so sweet.”

Slowly he moved down her body, leaving a blazing trail with his mouth and tongue. He paused at her mound and inhaled deeply.

She watched his tongue extend. Before he even touched her she felt a flood of juices saturate her pussy.

He moved suddenly and covered her lips with his mouth. He devoured her arousal and thrust his tongue deep inside her. He held her tight as her whole body jerked when heat and electricity shot through her. His tongue danced on her clit as he rode her orgasm.

She was gasping for air. “Warren, I can’t…”

He stopped his assault and pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay, baby, breathe.” He held her against his chest and ran his hands up and down her back. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Just relax.”

He held her in silence while her breathing returned to normal.

“I’m sorry, Marie. I should have taken it slower. I should have…” He groaned. “I need you so much I can’t seem to control myself with you. God, you make me crazy.”

“I’m okay.”

She inhaled a deep breath and held him tight while the tremors in her limbs subsided. She was in heaven. Nothing in her life had ever felt as good as being in his arms. A single tear of joy escaped and ran down her cheek.

She felt the tear reach his shoulder and he pulled back to look into her eyes.

“Marie? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tight. “Just hold me.” She squeezed harder.

He groaned and ran one hand up into her hair and buried his face in her neck. He slid his other hand down her back and gently squeezed her ass. His cock was twitching as it pressed into her belly.

He gently kissed a path along her chin. When he reached her lips she devoured his mouth. He jerked and pulled her down on top of him, then rolled her to her back and covered her once again. He explored her mouth with his tongue like a man desperate to find his soul.

He reached down and squeezed her mound again before thrusting his fingers into her. He began stretching her and she knew he was preparing her for his invasion. When she started rocking her hips against his hand he circled her clit with his thumb.