“Lincoln.”
Her body trembled at my touch, and that did something to me right in the middle of my damn chest. Kaci had never reacted to me like Lincoln did. Her body hadn’t shaken under my touch. Her cheeks hadn’t flushed a beautiful pink when I touched her, and she hadn’t looked at me the way Lincoln did after I kissed her. That knowledge messed with my head, but I tried to push it aside. I knew Kaci loved me, but I was beginning to wonder if our love had been enough.
She turned and leaned against the door. Her chest moved faster as her breath quickened. She was so beautiful; it was hard to breathe when I looked at her. It was hard not to get lost in those green eyes of hers. Hard to forget how soft her lips had felt against mine. Even harder to forget how beautiful she was on the inside.
Lincoln Pratt was like no other woman I had ever met before.
Leaning down, I brushed my lips across hers. She tasted like chocolate, and I moaned when my tongue slipped into her mouth.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I drew her body to mine, lifting her slightly off the floor when I kissed her. She wasn’t very tall, maybe five three, but she fit against me like we were made for one another. I couldn’t get enough of this woman, and it took everything I had not to call my mother to come get Blayze so I could explore every single inch of her.
We were lost in the kiss. Lost in each other. If it felt this amazing to kiss, what would it feel like to make love to her? I should have been scared of these feelings I was having. And I was scared, but there was something else there. Something so much stronger, pushing the fear back.
Our mouths finally broke apart as I set her on her feet, and our foreheads rested against one another.
“Your kisses,” she breathed heavily, “they’re addictive.”
“I feel the same.”
“Brock,” she whispered, her head drawing back, her green eyes locked on my blue, “thank you for letting me spend the evening with you and Blayze.”
Smiling, I leaned down and rubbed my nose to hers. “Tomorrow night, it’s just you and me.”
Her breath hitched, and her eyes closed for a brief moment.
I lifted my hand and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, sweetheart.”
Lincoln’s eyes snapped open as her mouth parted slightly. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
My heart felt like it had slammed against my chest as I crushed my mouth to hers, pushing her into the door.
“Daddy? Are you and Miss Lincoln girlfriend and boyfriend?”
We both froze before I stepped away from Lincoln. Her lips pressed together as we stood there with our eyes locked.
Glancing down at my son, who was now standing next to me, I didn’t even have to think twice with my answer. “Yeah, buddy, we are.”
Her eyes sparkled, and a smile spread over her face before she looked down at the ground and then cleared her throat. “Night, Blayze! I’ll see you in the morning.”
He waved to her. “Bye, Miss Lincoln! Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Her smile faltered, and she said, “Ugh, not what you want to think about in a hotel.”
I laughed and opened the door. I watched as she walked down a few doors. Blayze was standing in front of me, also watching Lincoln. He waved when she waved to him. Her eyes lifted to mine, and she dug her teeth into her bottom lip.
“Night, gentlemen.”
“Night!” Blayze loudly called out before I covered his mouth and winked at her.
“Sleep good, sweetheart.”
Lincoln nodded and slipped into her room. Blayze took off, running back into our room. It took me a few seconds to get my composure and join him. He was on the bed, jumping.
“Someone got his second wind.”
“I like Miss Lincoln. You like her, too, huh, Daddy? You were kissing her!”
Pulling him down, I rustled his hair. “I do like her, buddy.”
“Is she gonna be my new mommy?”
Everything came to a sudden stop. At least it felt that way. My heart stopped. My breathing stopped. The happy feeling I’d had vanished.
“What?” I managed to get out.
Blayze shrugged. “Dalton’s dad has a girlfriend, and they’re gonna get married. She’s gonna be his new mommy. I never had a mommy, and I want one.”
Panic started to build inside me. I liked Lincoln a lot. She was the first woman who’d made me want something more than a quick fuck in my hotel room. Dating her was a huge step for me.
The idea of marrying her . . . that freaked me out.
“Give me a second, buddy.”
I turned and walked into the bathroom, shut the door, and leaned against the counter. I pulled in one deep breath after another. I wasn’t ready to think so far into the future. I wasn’t ready to let Lincoln into my heart like that, yet I’d let her into my life, and my son’s life, so easily. Maybe too easily.