Lincoln had his hands on her, his whole hand covering her breast easily and she looked down, growling when her shirt was in the way of her seeing if it looked as good as it felt. She kissed him, hot and wet and pulled away far enough to shimmy out of her top. She tossed it over the back of the couch and pressed herself back into his hands, drawing his up and pressing it back where it was. "More than okay. Please, Linc." She whispered, sliding her hand round to his back, scratching lightly down the length of his spine.