Lincoln drew back to caress my cheek. With his gentle touch, I couldn't help but only close my eyes and relish the way his thumb stroked my cheek.
Oh, Goddess, I really love Lincoln when he does that to me. I felt like I was a kind of delicate thin glass that might break if not handled with care.
Lincoln brought his face closer and kissed my forehead. Using a mind link, he whispers, You don't know how much I miss you, Anya. I miss you on our bed, in our kitchen, on our table, in our bathroom, in our house, our cabin in the woods, in the clinic, in every part of our property that you've been...
I smiled at Lincoln's satisfying words and breathed calmly with my eyes closed. Every word that emerged from his mouth somehow calmed my raging heart.
...whether you are moaning under me, above m
