So, what...In the meantime, you just...” He glanced at her then back at the road. “Deny yourself?”Em gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. “It’s okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home.”He shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn’t help but laugh.“Sorry, didn’t you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?”“Not at all.” He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. “I’m just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse.

Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.Like she was in heat.Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.Embarrassing leg-humping avoided—bravo!

But...A vibrator can’t hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.”Em clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. “It’s not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.”“It can’t snuggle with you after,” he countered with another laugh.Em snorted. “And that’s your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?”“I’ll have you know I give very good pillow talk.”Sure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. “Right,” she muttered. “Of course you do.”“I really do.” He nodded. “Most women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I’m a full service kinda guy.

Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties.

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.

The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sinIf she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she’d be immune to him in any situation?

This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.