Page 64 of Good Girl’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #4)

He shrugs as he puts his arm up, propping his head against his hand, which perfectly shows off his sleeve of tattoos.

The sleeve I’ve become quite familiar with.

I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Linc’s sleeve goes through to his chest, and that there are other ones scattered on his body. Two on his calves and one on his thigh.

That one’s my favorite.

“My options were going to a fancy steakhouse where I’d have to pretend to know half the things on the menu, or I could order delivery, eat in peace, and get to talk to my girl. It was an easy decision.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” I say, falling to my bed. Normally I’d take my scrubs off before doing this, but the weight of the day has finally taken its toll on me. “If you can’t be here, then this is the next best thing.”

“I never minded away games, but now I have beef with them,” he jokes. “Who am I supposed to cuddle with tonight? Wyatt?”

The thought makes me laugh. “I bet he’d let you be little spoon.”

“Nah. The fucker is selfish.“ I giggle as I watch Linc’s expression soften. “And the only little spoon I want is you, Ainsley Mae. That ass rubbing against me? Feeling your body in my arms? There’s not much better than that.”

Linc’s words begin to heat through me. “I like it too.”

I don’t know what in those four words flip a switch in Linc, but I can tell the second they do.

“What do you like? Tell me, Ainsley.”

His words are direct, almost an order. Part of me wants to tell him—I bet he’ll give me some sort of reward if I do. But the shy girl that still lives in me doesn’t know if I can say the words he wants without him here next to me.

“You want to know what I like?” he begins, clearly knowing me well enough to realize I need a minute to gather the courage. “I love holding you. I love feeling those tits in my hands as your ass rubs against me. The little moans you make when I kiss that spot on your neck that you love so much.”

I sit up against my headboard, because lying down is not going to help me right now when I want to teleport to Chicago and dive into Linc’s bed.

Who knew sex was addicting? I sure as heck didn’t.

“I love it too.”

Linc’s smile is wicked as he positions himself against his headboard. “Can you show them to me?”

My eyes go wide at his request. “You want me to…strip?”

He nods as he reaches behind his back and pulls his T-shirt off with one move. “Take off your shirt, Ainsley Mae. Show me what I want to touch.”

I know we’re both alone. But there’s something so naughty about this. “I’ve never...on FaceTime. Or real life, for that matter.”

“Good,” he says possessively. “Do you know how much it turns me on to know I get some of your firsts? That I want to invent new ones to have just so they’ll be mine?”

His low voice, and the excitement of the request, has me clenching in all the right places. Oh my gosh, maybe tonight I’ll finally use the toy Quinn got me for my birthday last year that I’ve never had the courage to use.

Oh! Could I use it with Linc sometime? I think that could be fun. Not now. But in the future. I should put it on the list.

“Okay,” I say, having more confidence to take this leap with him. I go to put my phone down, but just as I do, I hear his objection.

“No, Ainsley. Pick it up. Find something to prop it on. I want to watch.”

The idea of Linc watching me strip is…exciting.

I didn’t expect to have that reaction, but as I put my phone against my bedside lamp and lift my shirt over my head, I can honestly say I’m turned on by doing this.

Especially when I reconnect with his gaze.

I don’t see his other hand, but I can see movement in his arm.

And…oh my…is he…to himself? That’s freaking hot.

“That’s it, Ains—” he stops mid word as he realizes that I’m not done, deciding myself that if he wants to see me, then I’m going to show him. He’s speechless as I reach around and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he says. And if he wasn’t stroking himself before, he surely is now. “You know what I’d love more than anything? What first I want more than my next breath?”

A million possibilities run through my head. “What’s that?”

“To hear you say every dirty word that goes through that head of yours.”

I reposition myself on the bed. “Are you saying you want to teach me how to talk dirty, Lincoln Kincaid?”

He gives me his signature smirk. “Just because you’re mine now, doesn’t mean the lessons are over.”

I feel my nipples peak at the request. A small part of me doesn’t think I can do it, then I remember I’m the woman who cussed at her boyfriend for being stubborn, screamed at her ex today for being crazy, and is topless on FaceTime.

If I can do that…I can say the words. I know them. I’m thinking them. I just won’t think about them beforehand. This feels like a do-it-in-the-moment situation.

“You want to, don’t you?” Linc asks.

“I do.”

“I know you do. I see it in your eyes, Ainsley. You’re a good girl, but I know there’s some bad in you. And I want to hear you say every last filthy thing.”

“Okay,” I say with a breath, wishing now I also took off my pants, because they’re feeling very restrictive.

“We’ll start easy,” he says. “What is one thing I just said that I loved?”

I take a deep breath, thinking that I need to gather the courage. But I don’t. Not with the way Linc is looking at me, heat and want in his eyes. “That you love my ass against you.”

“That’s right, baby,” he says. “What else?”

I look down for a second, then back to him. “That you love my tits in your hand.”

“Damn right I do,” he says. “Will you touch them for me? Pretend it’s me. Do what makes you feel good.”

A month ago even considering something like this would’ve been laughable. Heck, a day ago I’d have said that I could never do something like this. But there’s something about Linc that makes me want to try. That makes me want to explore. That makes me want to do something scary.

Because apparently scary things can also make you feel good.

“Like this?” I ask, taking my right breast into my hand, massaging it just like he likes to do. Well, not exactly like him. His hands are so big they cover almost all of me, and I do well for myself in the chest department.

“Just like that.”

“Linc,” I moan, closing my eyes as my hands explore. I gently twist one of my nipples, loving the little pain that gives me a lot of pressure.

“That’s it, Ainsley. Do you like it when I do that to you?”

“Yes. And I love when you suck on them.”

I open my eyes to see Linc lick his lips. “Yeah? Do you like that more than when I eat that pretty pussy?”

And I’m wet.

Yup. Panties about to be ruined because of my boyfriend’s filthy mouth.

“It’s pretty close,” I admit as I try to nonchalantly move my hand down to give myself some relief. “But I think the second thing is my favorite.”

“Come on, Ainsley Mae. You know you want to say it. Be my good girl and tell me.”

It’s like he knows when I hear that the flip switches in me. I never knew that was going to be my kryptonite. Or maybe Linc is, and the two combined are enough to end me here.

But what a way to go.

“I love it when you…when you lick me. Taste me. I love when you eat my pussy.”

I’ve seen Linc turned on before. Many times. But I don’t think anything will rival the look he’s giving me right now. His eyes are dilated. His face is flushed. The little vein that pops out in his neck when he orgasms is starting to pulse.

Me. I did that. My words. My body. The thought of me is making this man come undone.

He’s not telling me that I sucked his dick too hard.

Or that I couldn’t be on top because I might crush him.

Or that my C-cup boobs were just average.

No. This man is looking at me like I’m his greatest fantasy come to life.

So if dirty talk is what Linc wants, that’s what my man is going to get.

“Can I tell you the things I still want to try?”

He nods and grunts out an agreement.

“I want to sit on your face.”

Linc’s eyes go wide, clearly not ready for that.

“Is that okay?” I ask.

He furiously nods. “Suffocate me, for all I care. I’d die a happy man.”

“Also, can you…when you come over tomorrow, can you…”

Why is this one so hard?

“What, Ainsley? Tell me. Tell me what you want. Rub that clit like I know you’re doing and tell me what you want.”

“Can I be on top? I want to ride your cock, Linc.”

I see him physically react, his body nearly jerking with my words. “Are you telling me?”

My hand speeds up, because the thought of this is too much to handle. I start coming undone with every word that spills from my mouth. “I’ve never been on top. I want that first. I want to ride you. Can I do that? Check another first off my list?”

“Fuck….yes…you…can…”

I feel my orgasm hit me as I watch Linc’s eyes close and his face tighten. The groan of relief he lets out is amazing to watch.

“Holy shit, Ainsley Mae.”

I giggle as I grab a tissue from my bedside table. “Holy smokes is right.”

He laughs. “All of that and you can’t say holy shit?”

“Baby steps, Linc. Baby steps.”