After the heat of Lincolns lips, the cool breath over the damp kisses made Lee shiver and bite her lip. His stubble tickled in a way that had her breath catching and her canting her hips up for more. She gasped when he pressed his tongue to the fabric of her shorts, feeling the heat of it through the material and letting out a breathy laugh at how much it made her ache. He hardly needed any strength at all to lift her out of her chair and then out of her shorts in a way that she would have thought defied the laws of physics if she hadn't had him do it to her before. One of the many intensely sexy things about Lincoln was the way he man-handled her when he wanted something.

Lee breathed his name and put a hand down to steady herself on the chair, the other reaching for his shoulder as he started to work her over.