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My pulse quickened as he turned me around, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the thick strands as I kissed him back with equal fervor. When he finally pulled away, his blue eyes were dark with desire, his breathing heavy.
“Get the hell out of here before I make you late for your party,” he growled, though his lips were curved into a wicked grin.
I giggled, feeling lightheaded and completely under his spell. “Convince me,” I teased.
Lincoln raised his eyebrows, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “Go, Erika,” he ordered, his tone laced with both desire and warning.
“I’m going,” I said, backing away with a smile. “Be ready for me when I come back tonight.”
You can bet your sexy ass I will be,” he promised, his gaze never leaving mine as I finally opened the door and stepped out.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I whined, my voice tinged with frustration as Morgan slipped into a sleek, sleeveless black dress. She looked absolutely stunning, her long, glossy black hair cascading down her back and her green-hazel eyes shimmering with a hint of mischief. I couldn’t help but wonder if Slade knew just how lucky he was.
“What’s the problem?” Morgan asked, wrestling her hair out of the dress’s neckline.
“Relationships. That’s my problem,” I confessed, feeling the weight of the issue press down on me.
Morgan raised an eyebrow as she adjusted the straps of her dress. “Cut the shit. If Lincoln is anything like Michael…”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “If Lincoln is like Michael, what?”
“If he loves as fiercely as Michael,” she said, her voice softer now, almost wistful.
I studied her face, searching for the truth. “Morgan, I love you, and I want what’s best for you. Are you still in love with Michael?”
She sat down on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Part of me will always love him, but I’m marrying Slade.”
“That’s not what I asked,” I pressed, my concern growing.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips. “I’m still in love with him, but it’s a moot point now.”
“Have you had any contact with him since he came back?” I asked, my voice steady.
“Just once when he returned,” she said, her eyes avoiding mine.
I watched her carefully, noting the subtle shift in her expression. “I don’t believe you. Have you been seeing him on the side?”
Morgan’s face darkened, and she frowned. “Are you accusing me of cheating on Slade?”
“I’m not accusing you of anything,” I reassured her, reaching out to grasp her hand. “Just tell me.”
“No,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered slightly. “I only saw him once… well, twice, but that was months ago.”
“And the second time?” I pressed.
“It was nothing. It was at my apartment,” she admitted, her gaze dropping to her lap. “He tried to touch me.”
“Tried to touch you?” I echoed, feeling a pang of concern. “Why do I have to pull these things out of you?”
“Because they’re embarrassing,” Morgan said, her voice barely above a whisper. “He makes me weak.”
I took her delicate hand in mine, squeezing it gently. “If you have any reservations about marrying Slade, you need to speak up.”
She pulled her hand away, her expression resolute. “I have none. I love Slade, and in two short days, he’s going to be my husband. Michael is my past.”
“Do you want him to be?” I asked, a hint of desperation in my voice.
“Of course, or I would’ve made a move, not waited until the last minute,” she said, her tone defensive but tinged with sadness.
