The next morning, I roll over in Lincoln’s big bed; only this time, I’m not leaving.

But I still could use a morning dose of my sexy cowboy. I slide my arm across the bed, reaching for Lincoln, but he isn’t there. Lifting my hands over my head, I stretch like a cat and roll out of bed. Lincoln’s T-shirt is the only thing on the floor, so I scoop it up and pull it on.

He’s so much bigger than I am, so the shirt hangs off one shoulder and down to my knees. The faint smell of bacon floats through the air, and I follow my nose to the kitchen.

Lincoln is standing at the stove in a pair of low-slung sweats. His hair is a mess from last night, sticking up in a million different directions. His back is bare, and his muscles slide beneath smooth skin as he works.

A girl could get used to this.

Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I prop a hip against the door frame and settle in to watch him for a second. The bacon sizzles and pops, and after a few minutes, he says, “Are you hungry?”

“How did you know I was here?”

He glances over his shoulder. His smile is potent enough to fry a few thousand brain cells. “I can feel you.”

Interesting. I thought maybe I was the only one with that superpower. “What do you mean you can feel me?”

He shrugs and turns back to the stove. “Anytime we’re in the same room, my spine gets this weird prickly sensation.”

I push away from the door frame and walk across the small room. “And does the hair on the back of your neck stand up?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

I splay my hands out on his lower back and smooth them up his broad shoulders before gliding back down and wrapping them around his stomach.

“Because the same thing happens to me when you walk into a room,” I say, resting my cheek on his back. He smells so good. I close my eyes and spend a second just breathing him in. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long.

He turns around, a piece of bacon in his hands.

“Really?” I nod. “How long has that been happening?” he asks.

“Since the night I met you.”

“That was years ago.”

“Trust me, I know.”

He studies me for a second and then blows on the bacon and holds it up for me to take a bite. “Hungry?”

“Starved.” I take a bite of the bacon, and he pops the rest in his mouth. The hickory flavor explodes on my tongue. “Mmm. Perfect. But this isn’t exactly what I was hoping for this morning.”

“Would you rather have eggs?”

“Nope.” I skate my fingers over his abdomen and then along the waistband of his pants.

“Biscuits and gravy?”

Pushing up on my toes, I press a kiss to the side of his neck and then another over his left pec. “That sounds good too, but no. I was thinking of something a little more…meaty.”

“Like sausage?”

“Now you’re talking.”

His dark eyes stay pinned on mine as I shove his sweatpants down his legs.

Lincoln wraps an arm around my back and pulls me against his chest. His heated erection presses between us. It hasn’t taken me long to learn that he doesn’t have much control around me, and I expect him to devour me at any second. Instead, he nibbles my neck, takes a few deep breaths, and looks at me.

“You have a lot of studying to do. I need to feed you. You need sustenance.”

“You are going to feed me.” I drop to my knees in front of him. His thick cock bobs heavily between us, and I kiss the tip. “Now shut up and let me enjoy my breakfast.”

His groan is enough to spur me forward, and my tongue darts out to lick the bead of cum weeping out of him. Lincoln weaves his fingers into my hair and grips it tight.

“Did you just tell me to shut up?”

I try to nod, but his tight grip restricts my movement. He’s never rough with me. If anything, he’s too gentle. But I like this side of him. I like the bite of pain at the back of my scalp and the hungry look in his eye.

“I did. What are you going to do about it?”

His nostrils flare. He’s on the edge of giving me what I want—and what I want is for him to let go. I want to drive him crazy so he can’t hold back.

“I’m yours, Lincoln. Take what you want.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I grin and trace the thick vein lining the underside of his cock. “You won’t hurt me.”

Whatever control he was holding on to snaps. His pupils dilate, his jaw ticks, and I know I’m about to see a side of Lincoln I’ve never seen.

“You want me to fuck this sweet little mouth?” he asks, tracing my bottom lip with the tip of his finger.

“Yes.”

“I never could tell you no.” With his fist tight around the base of his cock and the other hand still fisted in my hair, Lincoln guides himself to my mouth. “Open up, sweetheart.”