She held them to the side for a heartbeat, still holding his gaze, before she let those drop as well. Daisy thought she’d be embarrassed—it was the first time she’d even tried to seduce a man—but from the way his gaze raked hungrily over her body, she was doing something right.

She eased back onto the bed, and though she stopped short of the cliché come-hither crook of the finger, the invitation could not have been more clear.

Lincoln’s eyes closed. “Damn it, Daisy.”

Then he was shrugging out of his suit jacket, tossing it on top of a cardboard box she hadn’t yet unpacked. His fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt as he approached the bed, and she almost told him to stop so that she could unbutton them herself, but she was too eager to see him, to feel his heavy weight on top of her.

Lincoln kicked off his shoes, and Daisy moved to the edge of her bed, pushing up on her knees to tug the shirt from his shoulders as he bent his head to claim her mouth in another heart-stopping kiss. Lincoln pulled back only long enough to pull his undershirt up and over his head.

Daisy’s hands were on him before the shirt hit the ground. “I’d just like to point out what excellent self-control I had keeping my hands off this as long as I did.”

“Same goes,” he said gruffly as his palms skimmed up her rib cage before molding her breasts in his hands. “You’re more perfect than I imagined.”

“You imagined this?” she asked breathlessly as his thumbs brushed over her nipples.

“You have no idea.” He kissed her again, slow and a little sweet as her hands found his belt buckle, unfastening his pants before slowly easing them over his hips.

He stepped back slightly, holding her gaze as he ditched his pants and socks, standing before her only in basic black briefs that showed off his body to perfection.

Lincoln grinned at her, clearly amused by her blatant admiration, and just when she thought he might have overstated his urgency, she found herself flat on her back on the bed, his hands on either side of her head, bracing himself over her body as he fused their mouths once more.

Daisy felt dizzy with desire as she wrapped her arms around him, needing to get closer. When she tilted her hips up, brushing the thin fabric of her underwear against his erection, he broke off the kiss with a harsh curse.

Her fingers slid to the band of his briefs, but his hands found her wrists, slamming them back to the bed, holding her still as he bent his head to her breast, his tongue sliding warm and teasing over her nipple.

Daisy cried out and arched up, and he licked again. His lips and tongue teased her until she was writhing, his name a prayer on her lips. Finally he answered her plea, wrapping his mouth around a nipple as his teeth scraped her lightly.

She clawed on his head. It was good, so good, but she needed more. Everything.

Daisy didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until she felt him smile against her damp flesh.

His hand slipped down, sliding over her stomach until he cupped her, warm and wet through the fabric of her panties.

Lincoln groaned as he lifted his head and looked at her. “Do you have any idea what touching you does to me? How much I’ve fantasized about touching you here?”

She shook her head, meeting his eyes as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, gliding over her slick flesh.

Lincoln teased her clit with circling, torturous movement before his hand slid lower and he put a finger inside her.

He dropped his head to her shoulder, pulling her skin between his teeth as he slid his finger in and out of her, both of them breathing more and more raggedly.

“Tell me you have a condom,” he growled.

“Pill,” she said. “And tested after the divorce, and there’s been no-one…”

Lincoln shifted, and in seconds he had both of them out of their underwear and was braced above her.

His hands braced on either side of her head as his cock nudged her opening. In answer, she parted her legs wider, ran her fingers over his back.

“Daisy.” Lincoln swallowed as he nudged against her again. “Daisy, I’ve gone as slow as I can, but I don’t think I can be gentle.”

She dug her nails in a little deeper into his back, and she tilted her hips up. “I don’t want gentle. I just want you.”

It was all he needed. Lincoln shifted slightly, then thrust inside her, filling her so firmly, so thoroughly that she gasped.

“Fuck,” he said, his eyes closed as he breathed heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. “Fuck me.”

But then he started to move, and there was no doubt who was doing the fucking. Lincoln was in control. He’d been right. He wasn’t gentle. He was rough and demanding, and Daisy relished every thrust, every gasp as he pounded into her.

His thrusts grew quicker, and he lowered from his hands to his forearms, his arms cradling her head, fingers tangled in her hair. His body slammed into hers again and again until he tensed, growling her name as he bucked inside her.

Daisy stayed with him the whole way, her arms wrapped around him, wanting to hold him forever, wanting to be everything he ever needed, always.

When his breathing slowed, he shifted, pulling away from her enough to brush her damp hair back from her face. His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “Well, that wasn’t well done of me.”

“I disagree,” she said, her voice husky.

“Would you believe me if I told you that under different circumstances, I’m a hell of a lot better about giving my woman pleasure.”