he nipped the uninjured side of her neck.
He turned her around until she faced the wall and yanked the ribbon that held her dress in place. She stepped out of the dress that had pooled at her feet. Morgan spun and pulled herself up to wrap her legs around him. Pulling his hair until his neck arched back, she brushed her teeth against his throat and held them there for a moment. “Mine,” she said.
He splayed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, groaning deeply in his throat. His chest smelled of injury, but he didn’t seem to feel anything. Good, because she wasn’t inclined to be careful. She wanted him to feel her tonight.
Lowering her feet slowly to the floor, she ran her palms over the starched fabric of his dress shirt, tracing the contours of hard muscle over his chest. Grey’s black silk tie was soft against her palm as she pulled and led him up the first two stairs. She paused and turned. The buttons of his shirt made popping sounds as she ripped it open to expose the hard planes of his torso. Rigid muscle, flexing under his ragged breath, called to her fingertips. His gaze was ravenous as she trailed her touch down to the buckle of his belt. Leaning forward, he gripped the railing on both sides of her as she pulled him free of the soft leather. Dark, smooth skin contrasted with the white of his dress shirt. Standing to his full, imposing height, he rolled his shoulders to shrug out of the crisp material. She’d meant to seduce him like she saw in the movies, tugging at his clothes as she led them up the stairs, but the sight of his muscles rippling across his chest as he moved to undress had her frozen and staring. Warm tendrils of desire stretched through her, filling her until it settled at the apex between her legs. All that remained was his black dress pants, which hung low across his twin inguinal creases that delved across his hips and under the starched fabric. Those would look beautiful thrusting against her.
A slow smile crooked his lips and his nostrils flared slightly. “I can smell how much you want me,” he murmured in a husky voice that made her knees go wobbly.
He leaned in slow, like a stealthy hunter, and hesitated just before his lips touched hers. Whatever he was waiting for, she couldn’t take it. Snaking her arms around his neck, she closed the space between them. His hands were everywhere that mattered, touching, caressing, drawing her inner goddess from her. God, she felt beautiful when his long, strong fingers brushed her waist, her breasts. His jaw worked as he kissed her, becoming harder and more urgent as he cupped her ass and pulled her against the length of his erection.
With a helpless sound, she pulled at the snap of his pants and rushed to release him from the constraint that separated their skin. His thick shaft, red and swollen with desire, fell free, as he shucked the remainder of his clothes. She swallowed hard as she raked her gaze across his Adonis body. She couldn’t shimmy out of her panties fast enough, but he stopped her fumbling fingers.
“Let me,” he rumbled against her lips.
Hell. Yes. Right now, he could do anything in the world and she’d be on board with it.
Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he pulled her to him and pressed the palm of his hand under the elastic of her panties. Down and down he went until the tips of his fingers pressed against her wet sex. Her breath caught as he pressed a long finger inside of her. As he withdrew it, she knew her knees wouldn’t hold. Not like this. When she rested shaky arms on his able shoulders, he chuckled. Hooded eyes, canted head, sexy smile—he was annihilating any defenses her mishandling in Montana had caused.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, biting her bottom lip as he plunged his finger into her again. “Mine,” he growled, then withdrew from her sex and folded her into his arms.
His chest was hard against her cheek, his body rigid as he carried her up the
He turned her around until she faced the wall and yanked the ribbon that held her dress in place. She stepped out of the dress that had pooled at her feet. Morgan spun and pulled herself up to wrap her legs around him. Pulling his hair until his neck arched back, she brushed her teeth against his throat and held them there for a moment. “Mine,” she said.
He splayed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, groaning deeply in his throat. His chest smelled of injury, but he didn’t seem to feel anything. Good, because she wasn’t inclined to be careful. She wanted him to feel her tonight.
Lowering her feet slowly to the floor, she ran her palms over the starched fabric of his dress shirt, tracing the contours of hard muscle over his chest. Grey’s black silk tie was soft against her palm as she pulled and led him up the first two stairs. She paused and turned. The buttons of his shirt made popping sounds as she ripped it open to expose the hard planes of his torso. Rigid muscle, flexing under his ragged breath, called to her fingertips. His gaze was ravenous as she trailed her touch down to the buckle of his belt. Leaning forward, he gripped the railing on both sides of her as she pulled him free of the soft leather. Dark, smooth skin contrasted with the white of his dress shirt. Standing to his full, imposing height, he rolled his shoulders to shrug out of the crisp material. She’d meant to seduce him like she saw in the movies, tugging at his clothes as she led them up the stairs, but the sight of his muscles rippling across his chest as he moved to undress had her frozen and staring. Warm tendrils of desire stretched through her, filling her until it settled at the apex between her legs. All that remained was his black dress pants, which hung low across his twin inguinal creases that delved across his hips and under the starched fabric. Those would look beautiful thrusting against her.
A slow smile crooked his lips and his nostrils flared slightly. “I can smell how much you want me,” he murmured in a husky voice that made her knees go wobbly.
He leaned in slow, like a stealthy hunter, and hesitated just before his lips touched hers. Whatever he was waiting for, she couldn’t take it. Snaking her arms around his neck, she closed the space between them. His hands were everywhere that mattered, touching, caressing, drawing her inner goddess from her. God, she felt beautiful when his long, strong fingers brushed her waist, her breasts. His jaw worked as he kissed her, becoming harder and more urgent as he cupped her ass and pulled her against the length of his erection.
With a helpless sound, she pulled at the snap of his pants and rushed to release him from the constraint that separated their skin. His thick shaft, red and swollen with desire, fell free, as he shucked the remainder of his clothes. She swallowed hard as she raked her gaze across his Adonis body. She couldn’t shimmy out of her panties fast enough, but he stopped her fumbling fingers.
“Let me,” he rumbled against her lips.
Hell. Yes. Right now, he could do anything in the world and she’d be on board with it.
Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he pulled her to him and pressed the palm of his hand under the elastic of her panties. Down and down he went until the tips of his fingers pressed against her wet sex. Her breath caught as he pressed a long finger inside of her. As he withdrew it, she knew her knees wouldn’t hold. Not like this. When she rested shaky arms on his able shoulders, he chuckled. Hooded eyes, canted head, sexy smile—he was annihilating any defenses her mishandling in Montana had caused.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, biting her bottom lip as he plunged his finger into her again. “Mine,” he growled, then withdrew from her sex and folded her into his arms.
His chest was hard against her cheek, his body rigid as he carried her up the
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