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“You know how fucking sexy you are?” he shot back, his voice thick with desire.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I imagine it’s a turn-on for you to see me walking around in nothing but a bra.”
He shook his head, his eyes dark with intensity. “It’s more than that, it’s you. Everything about you is a turn-on.”
I bent down to snatch my skirt and destroyed panties from the floor, bunching them up as I headed back to the bedroom. Lincoln, of course, followed, stripping off his shirt and shoving his pants and boxers off his hips. He caught up to me, scooping me into his arms with a growl of pure want, and carried me into the bathroom, ready to continue where we left off.
“Sweetheart?”
Lincoln’s voice tugged me from the depths of a dream. I blinked groggily, realizing I had drooled onto his chest. Mortification heated my cheeks as I quickly wiped my mouth and the wet spot on his skin, hoping the dim light hid my blushing.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep, my fingers still fumbling at the dampness.
Lincoln’s hand gently stroked my hair, his touch warm and reassuring. “Don’t apologize for being tired,” he murmured, his tone teasing. “I guess I wore you out in the shower.”
“Arrogance doesn’t suit you,” I shot back, though a small smile tugged at my lips as I met his gaze. The corner of his mouth lifted in response.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest, a vibration that made me smile despite myself. “But you should be used to it by now.”
Propping myself up on one elbow, I looked at him, our faces inches apart. “What’s on your agenda this weekend?”
“I’ve got a few showings,” Lincoln said, his gaze steady as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Why?”
“I’m having lunch with Morgan and Slade. I thought you could join us,” he suggested, his voice laced with an underlying hope.
The suggestion made me stiffen. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Lincoln’s brows furrowed, his expression darkening. “Then when?”
I sighed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “I don’t know.”
“The wedding is in two months,” he pressed, his voice firm but not unkind. “I want to take you as my date.”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted, turning away from him and burying my face into the pillow, inhaling his familiar scent.
Lincoln’s hand settled on my shoulder, his touch a mix of tenderness and insistence. “Erika, think of how I feel. Michael is my brother. You know Morgan is making a mistake.”
“She isn’t,” I snapped, my voice edged with hurt. “Don’t say that about her.”
“She is,” Lincoln countered, his voice low and determined. “I know she is.”
“Maybe Michael made the mistake by going out on his boat,” I retorted, my voice rising with defensiveness. “He had a chance.”
Lincoln’s grip on my shoulder tightened slightly, his knuckles brushing against my skin. “He didn’t know that. He only went out because he saw Morgan kissing Slade. He asked her to spend the weekend with him, and she declined.”
“Is this how it’s going to be?” I asked, frustration leaking into my voice as I turned to face him, my eyes locked with his. “Are we just going to keep having this same argument?”
He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he attempted to pull me closer. I resisted, turning my back to him, feeling the tension in his body as he exhaled sharply.
“I just want you to know how I feel,” Lincoln said softly, his voice barely a whisper against the tense silence. “I’m team Michael.”
“I’m team love,” I countered, turning slowly to face him again, my eyes searching his. “And Morgan loves Slade.”
“But she also loves Michael,” Lincoln argued, his eyes pleading with me to understand. “I know she does.”
My gaze narrowed, suspicion tightening my chest. “How could you possibly know that?”
“I just do,” he said, his voice imbued with a certainty that unsettled me.
