Page 58 of Make Your Move

A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “I hope you mean that in a good way.”

“The best way, actually,” she admits with a wink before she presses her lips to mine. She lifts herself from my cock, and I immediately feel her absence as she climbs back into her own seat.

“I don’t imagine it will ever feel like anything less.”

“Good,” she says softly, as she reaches over to slide her hand into mine. “Take me home, Lincoln.”

I smile back at her, my body buzzing from her high. “Anything for you, supernova.”

Everything for her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

NOVA

Lincoln takes a sip of his drink, setting it down on the counter before striding toward me. “You drive me crazy,” he murmurs as he backs me into the counter, his hands sliding down beneath my ass before he lifts me into the air and sets me down onto the cool marble top. “I’m quite certain I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

The sound of music plays softly in the background from the living room. Nash’s car wasn’t in the driveway when we got home, and Lincoln put something on before pouring us each a glass of wine.

“Good,” I breathe, my hands grabbing onto his shoulders as he slides his hand along the back of my neck. Lincoln’s lips gently brush against mine, and I revel in the way they feel coupled with the aching between my legs.

Lincoln shifts his weight, his face leaving mine as he tips his head down to look at me. His touch is gentle as he lifts his hand to cup the side of my face. “You know, I think I’ve been lying to myself for a long time.”

“About what?” I question him, my eyebrows momentarily scrunching together. My stomach flips as my brain runs through a million different scenarios of what he’s talking about.

“About you,” he says softly, his thumb stroking my cheek. “About my feelings for you.”

My heart skips three beats in a row before racing to catch up. My breath catches in my throat, and I don’t dare speak a word as I watch his lips part again.

“I was afraid I would hurt you, so I kept my distance. I guarded your heart from mine because I didn’t trust myself to take care of it properly.” He pauses, a shallow breath escaping him as he stares into my soul. “You were something I never saw coming. You’ve been under my skin since we were teenagers, and I never realized how deeply you embedded yourself into the fibers of my soul.”

“Lincoln,” I start, my voice barely audible as tears prick the corners of my eyes.

“Shh,” he murmurs softly, capturing my lips with his own before pulling away again. “Let me finish, Nova.”

“Okay,” I whisper, nodding as I choke back my own feelings.

“I don’t know when it started exactly, but it happened faster than the speed of light. I realized it was out of my control the moment my heart was catapulted into space, landing directly in the palms of your hands.” His eyes rest on mine, cradling my gaze. “I’m in love with you, Nova.” He lets out a sigh of relief and the softest of laughs. “God, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and I’m done fighting it.”

The air leaves my lungs in a rush as my heart crawls into my throat. His words swirl into my soul, consuming every coherent thought inside my brain. “What?”

“You’ve turned my entire world upside down. You make me want everything I never thought I would want, but only with you.” His gaze melts into mine. “You’re worth every fucking risk there is, supernova.”

The kitchen light abruptly turns on, shining brightly down upon us. It takes my brain a moment to catch up with whatis going on, and my stomach instantly tumbles onto the floor. Lincoln’s eyes widen, and he takes a step back, abandoning his position between my thighs. Lincoln turns around, revealing my brother standing in the doorway.

Fuck, this isn’t good.

He wasn’t supposed to find out about us like this.

Nash’s eyes are like massive saucers as he takes in the sight of us before he narrows them. Daggers fly from his gaze, and a shiver runs down my spine as I watch my brother stare at us with contempt. Anger rages inside his irises, and he pushes his shoulders back.

I know just exactly how bad this looks. My hair is a tangled mess, my lips red and swollen. My clothes are disheveled, and the inside of my tights are ripped apart. I abruptly close my legs and slide down from the counter until my feet hit the ground. Lincoln’s shirt is still open, displaying the marks I left on his chest from my nails.

The color drains from Nash’s face. “What the fuck is this?”

“Nash,” I start, my voice cracking around his name as guilt washes over me.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Lincoln says in a rush, instantly wincing after he speaks the lie. “Okay, it is exactly what it looks like, but just hear me out.”

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