Page 46 of Make Your Move

The thought has my body humming with untapped pleasure. “Please, Lincoln.”

“Tell me where, Nova. Tell me what you want me to do.” He pauses, sensing my unsureness of how to proceed. “Do you want me to touch you here?” he asks as he cups my breast within the palm of his hand.

“Yes,” I breathe as heat builds within the pit of my stomach. My heart beats erratically in my chest, and I don’t bother making an attempt to calm it.

Moving away from the back of the couch, he rounds his spine as he leans toward me, his mouth coming closer to my chest. “I want to taste you, supernova. I want to taste every fucking millimeter of your body.” He brings his lips around my nipple, sucking, tasting and teasing until I’m practically coming undone in his lap. “May I do that?”

“Yes.”

He rolls his tongue around my nipple, another round of slow, sweet torture as he sucks and rolls the small bud within his mouth. “Give me your words, Nova. I need you to tell me where you want me to taste.”

My heart hammers away, and my stomach flips as I feel a rush of heat between my legs. That’s where I want him. That’s where I want his mouth.

“I want your mouth,” I tell him, reaching for his hand as I bring it to my center. “Here.”

He growls, a groaning sound rumbling in his chest as it makes its way up his throat. “Do you want me to taste your pussy?” His voice is rough, yet soft like silk.

“Yes,” I moan as his fingers brush against my clit through my panties.

A devious grin dances across his lips. “I’ve dreamed of how sweet you might taste,” he tells me, sliding his hands beneath my ass before he flips me to the side, laying me down on the couch.

“What are you doing?” I question him in a rush, suddenly feeling self-conscious as he positions me on the couch and slides his fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear. I lift my hips as he begins to drag them away from my body. I’m conflicted because I want him to, but there’s a hesitancy because it’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with someone like this.

Dane didn’t like to do it, so I could count the number of times he went down on me on one hand.

“Do you not want me to?” he asks, his eyes searching for mine as he waits for my assurance. My knees fall to the sides, granting him access as he positions himself between my legs. He slides his hands under my ass, his eyes raking over my naked body. He looks at me like I drifted down from the heavens on a cloud. His gaze is intense, burning, yet shining. Brimming with an unreadable emotion that makes my throat constrict.

No one has seen me naked since having a kid. No one has ever looked at me the way he does.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding. “I do.”

“Then let me eat, baby.”

He looks up at me once more, pinning my thighs against the couch before lowering his mouth to my center. He slides his tongue against my flesh, sending a ripple of pleasure through mybody instantly. My back arches, my eyes rolling back in my head. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

Lincoln knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s skilled with his mouth and his tongue. He flicks my clit, alternating between lapping at my pussy and pressing his tongue against the bundle of nerves before rolling it around with an intense amount of pressure. He doesn’t stop. He licks, and he tastes, and he touches and teases. He moves his hands to the front of my body, using his weight to pin my legs down as his fingers roam across my skin.

I can’t hear my own thoughts over the moans that escape me. The primal sounds I’ve never heard from myself before this moment. Dane didn’t like it loud. He didn’t want me to make any noise. He wanted it quiet and ritualistic. Lincoln moves with purpose, almost like my sounds are increasing the need.

He groans against my flesh, the sound vibrating my entire pussy. Instinctively, my hands reach for his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I grip the wavy locks. His tongue circles my clit again as he grows relentless, fucking me with his mouth, taking everything I have to give. My brain can’t form a coherent thought except for how close I am to coming.

“Don’t stop, Lincoln,” I moan, the volume of my voice not registering in my mind. Posey is sleeping and can’t get out of her room without me. Nash isn’t home. It’s just Lincoln and me.

I swear I feel him grin against me before he continues. He laps at my flesh, sticking his tongue inside me before moving back to my clit. I don’t know what he’s even doing anymore, and I don’t care. As long as he doesn’t stop, that’s all that matters. My eyelids grow heavy, and my stomach begins to tighten as I feel all my pelvic muscles constricting. My eyes begin to roll back, just as my orgasm hits me with enough force to send me into a fucking coma.

My body seizes, my hips bucking against his face as he pins me down and doesn’t stop. He sucks and licks and tastes me, rolling his tongue. I cry out, his name a breathless chant as my body is flooded with pleasure. It’s spilling over the edge, consuming me entirely as I come. Lincoln doesn’t stop, but his movements slow. I ride out the waves of my orgasm while he keeps his face between my legs.

He doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left, and only then does he lift his head. His gaze collides with mine, and I’m momentarily paralyzed from ecstasy. From the look of pure need in his eyes. He stares at me, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand. There’s a sound from outside, and he whips his head to the side, glancing out the window.

“Fuck. Nash is home.”

“Oh no.” Anxiety instantly washes over me, and I try to sit up and roll at the same time, but my legs are still like Jell-O, and I accidentally roll onto the floor instead. “Goddammit.”

Lincoln chuckles as he collects our clothing from the floor and tosses mine to me. He shrugs on his shirt and I quickly pull the other T-shirt over my head. “I’ll distract him if you want to sneak away.”

“You are a lifesaver,” I tell him in a rush, feeling relieved of not having to face my brother after his best friend just gave me the best orgasm of my entire life. I glance down at the erection in Lincoln’s pants. “What about you?”

He adjusts himself, attempting to hide it. “It’s okay, Nova. I’ve waited a fucking lifetime for you. I can wait a little longer.”

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