Page 55 of Good Girl’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #4)

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“Ainsley Mae…what are you doing?”

I lean over the center console, letting my hand graze where it just was a few minutes ago. “I don’t know what you mean?”

He gives me a side eye before turning his focus back to the short drive we have to his apartment. “You’re trying to kill me. That’s what I mean.”

Who am I, and when did I get so bold?

If I really sat back and thought about it, every single bold, scary, and frankly, out of character thing I’ve done can all be tracked back to the night I met Linc Kincaid.

But today? Today is even surprising me.

First, I threaten—well, the Ainsley version of threaten—another woman on the suspicion of nefarious intentions.

Do I have proof? Nope. Just going off a vibe.

I also danced with a camera on me that was displayed on the Jumbotron, took selfies with strangers, and now I’m rubbing my boyfriend’s penis in a moving vehicle.

Oh, and I realized I’m probably in love with Linc.

It’s been quite a day.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say as I lean a little closer.

The low tone of how he mutters the f-word as I continue lightly stroking him might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Ainsley, we have two minutes until we pull into the parking garage.”

“Oh, so are you saying you want me to stop?”

I start to take my hand off of the top of his pants, but I’m barely an inch away before Linc grabs my wrist, putting it back where I just was.

“No, don’t stop,” he says, hissing in a breath. “Don’t you ever fucking stop.”

I do what I was doing before, gently gliding my hand back and forth across his length. I don’t know if I’m doing this right. Jonathan wasn’t a fan of foreplay. I believe his words were, “Why mess around with this stuff when we could just have sex?”

So right now I’m going on intuition and watching every little reaction on Linc’s face. His sharp jaw is ticking back and forth. A few times he’s let his head hit the back of the seat. And the noises he’s making? I never knew noises could turn me on.

But they can. Oh mylanta they can…

Linc speeds into the parking garage under his building, slamming on the brakes as he whips into his parking spot.

“Don’t move.” Linc shuts off the car and all but jumps out of the driver’s seat. I do take off my seat belt—I might have been giving a mini hand job, but I was still going to be safe—just as Linc opens my door.

“There’s my little tease,” he says leaning in and kissing me just as hard as he did before we got in the car. Only this time, it’s ,with his hand cupping my center. “Are you wet for me Ainsley Mae?”

“Yes,” I moan as he continues rubbing me over the denim fabric of my jean shorts.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to touch you? Taste you?”

I let my hand travel back down to the spot it became quite familiar with on the short drive here. “Then what are you waiting for?”

The challenge I send sparks something in Linc, and before I know it, he’s pulling me out of the car, only to hoist me over his shoulder.

“Linc!” I scream out, laughter laced through. “You’re going to drop me!”

“Never, Ainsley Mae. Never.”

Thankfully, Linc’s car is parked only a few feet from the elevator. He puts me down when we’re in, but only for him to pin me against the wall, his mouth crashing back onto mine.

How is it that just from a kiss I can feel so much?

I’ve kissed guys before. I might not have slept with many, but I kissed my fair share over the years.

But never in all that time I did I feel a kiss all the way to my toes.

Is it because he’s holding my face like he never wants to let go?

That he’s pressing into me, showing me how much he wants me?

Or is it because it’s Linc—the last man on Earth I thought I’d fall for, who’s now the only man I want.

Gosh, I’m really up a creek with this…

I feel the elevator stop underneath me, slowly opening its doors just as Linc pulls back from me. Luckily, no one is in the hallway to see him hoist me back up, carrying me fireman-style.

“You know I can walk, right?”

“Quicker this way,” he says, and though I’m protesting, I’m not really. I’ve never been actually carried by a man before. Then again, I never dated six-foot-five muscled beasts who don’t break a sweat when carrying their girlfriend fifty feet down a hallway.

No. Fake girlfriend. Not real. Remember that, Ainsley.

In my defense, my brain isn’t thinking much now, not when I can only think about the possibilities of what’s going to happen next.

Oh! Is he going to hold me against the wall? Can I ask him to hold me against the wall? I bet if I did, he’d do it. Mia and Quinn would be so proud of me.

Just as I’m about to ask, the man reads my mind. The second we step into his apartment, he brings me off his shoulder, but my feet never touch the ground before I feel the hard wall against my back. My legs instinctively wrap around him as our mouths come back together.

Oh, they’re right, this is hot. Knowing that he’s holding me, pressing into me while our mouths move in a hungry harmony? My hands combing through his brown hair as his fingers grip into my thighs? I now see the hype.

I’m a fan. A big, big fan.

“Linc…” His name spills out of my mouth as he starts kissing across my cheek and down to my neck. My head falls back against the wall, and I don’t even know if it hurt. All I can feel is his tongue lapping over my pulse, which is apparently connected to my center as I start grinding into him.

“I need to taste you, Ainsley.” He slowly brings me down, my legs a little wobbly as I watch him go to his knees. “Are you ready for that?”

“Yes.” I don’t think about it, but I don’t need to. There’s not one iota of overthinking that needs to be done in this moment. Because what I want more than anything right now is to feel Linc’s mouth on me.

My breathing picks up as I watch him slowly lift up the jersey, delicately unfastening the buttons on my shorts. To help speed up the process—I’m efficient if nothing else—I start to lift up the jersey. But it’s barely off my skin when I feel him grab onto my hands.

“No,” he says. “Jersey stays on. But everything else goes.”

His green eyes are burning, so I do as he says and put it back down. His smile is now wicked as he goes back to my shorts, slowly pulling them down my thighs, taking the hipster lace panties down with them.

“Ainsley Mae and lace,” he says on a sigh as I step out of them. “The perfect combination.”

I’ve never had my pussy actually throb before.

And yes, I just thought the word pussy.

I might not say it, but holy molasses, I can think it.

Because it is. It’s like every second he teases and makes me wait, the more it aches for him.

The hurt suddenly goes away, and somehow gets ten times worse, when I feel his tongue on my bare skin for the first time. I scream out an unintelligible noise when I feel his mouth latch onto my center.

Goodness gracious, I think this man is going to make me swear…

He lifts my leg up, draping it over his shoulder as his mouth continues to work me. My hands are in his hair, pulling at it for some sort of relief, but also making sure he doesn’t stop.

I don’t want him to ever stop.

His tongue starts picking up the pace, rapidly flicking over my clit at a speed I didn’t know tongues could reach. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and everything I didn’t know I was missing.

Then again, I’m pretty sure no other man can do this. This is a skill and a feeling solely reserved for Linc Kincaid.

“Linc…” His name comes out in a beg. “I feel…”

The orgasm I had the other night was sudden. I didn’t know it was happening until it did. And then holy geez, did I know it.

But right now? I feel it starting in my stomach. The sparks and sensations are coming together in a ball of fire, and if something doesn’t happen in the next three seconds, I think I might actually explode.

“That’s it, Ainsley Mae. Come. Come on my face and let me lick you clean.”

Linc’s dirty words, and his mouth back on me in an instant, does me in. It’s like he flicked a switch.

“Holy Moses!” What is happening to me right now? My body is physically shaking. The one leg I’m standing on nearly gives out. The only reason it doesn’t is because Linc is there, holding onto me as he brings me down from the high.

“That was fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing my thighs as he stands back up. “My beautiful girl.”

I grab his face, pulling him in because I don’t have words right now to tell him how I feel. I don’t even know how I feel. It’s…so much.

But what I didn’t think about, because I’ve lost that ability, is that I can taste myself on his lips.

If you would’ve asked me a month ago if I’d ever kiss a man after oral, I’d laugh at you, get very embarrassed, and probably say something about it not being sanitary.

But now? Linc’s lips are like a drug. Knowing that he did that to me?

Knowing that he wanted me so bad that he ate and licked me like I was his last meal? It has me feeling some sort of way.

And it has me wanting to give him a blow job.

He ends the kiss, breaking away with a wicked grin, but before he can say anything else, I take a page out of his book and go to my knees.

“Ainsley?”

“It’s your turn.”

I’m a little shocked, and a little hurt, that his first motion is to pick me up under my arms and stand me back up. “Ainsley, you don’t have to.”

“What if I want to?”

I take his hand in mine, walking him into his living room. He sits down, but I don’t go next to him. No, I go to my knees, because today I’m a new person, a bold person, and I don’t want to let this feeling go to waste.

“You probably heard, but I’ve never done this before,” I say as I start to unbutton his blue jeans.

“I did.” His voice is low and vibrating. And sexy as heck.

“But I want to. I feel bad that I’m the only one having fun.”