hungry for far more than bacon.
We edge our way out of the kitchen. He walks me backward, slowly, through the hall, our mouths never surrendering their locked and loaded position.
Morgan interlaces our fingers and raises my hands over my shoulders as he backs me against a wall. He dives into an entire ocean of kisses with thoughtful, careful strokes that melt the pit of my stomach.
We stumble into the bedroom, and he closes the door with the light still on overhead.
I pluck off my T-shirt and bite down on a smile as he inspects me, his chest pumping like he’s just moved a building.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He rides his gaze up and down my body, and I swell with excitement as he says those words. With Morgan it sounds genuine, not like the come-ons I’ve heard so many times as a means to an end.
I switch off the lights just as he presses a tender kiss over my temple.
I take off his shirt nice and slow, unbuckle his jeans, and he catches me by the wrist before any real progress can be made, pulling me gently down to the bed.
“Ally,” he whispers as I pepper him with fevered kisses. It killed me to see Blair pawing all over him; Molly too, for that matter. I don’t care if she is still in high school. Tess once told me younger girls are a threat you never outgrow. “What’s going on?” He says it like he’s honestly interested.
“This is going on.” I slip my hand into his jeans and feel him grow from inside his boxers.
“I know,” he whispers with a touch of sadness while securing his arms around my waist. He pulls back until we’re lying on the pillow nose to nose. “Just tell me what happened. I could see the knife wounds as soon as I walked through the door. Do you want me to kill somebody?”
“No felonies.” I press my body to his chest, skin over skin, and my stomach quivers from his touch. “See, that’s why you’re a bad boy. Normal people don’t reach for the lethal solution. They sit down and have a conversation.”
The moonlight streams in and colors him a pale stone-blue.
“Precisely why we’re having a conversation.” He pulls back with a naughty grin waiting to take over. It takes everything in me not to stop this “conversation” with my lips or with other body parts that are craving to have an intimate discussion with him right now. “This is different than the other night,” he whispers, stroking his thumb gently over my cheek. “This isn’t a one-night stand. I’m going to see you in the morning. You’re Kendall’s buddy. I’m not just some guy anymore. Sex will either get in the way or…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead the words hang in the air while we try to decipher what exactly they might mean.
“I think for tonight”—I scoot in close—“I’d like to opt for door number two.” I brush my lips against his dimple and feel it depress beneath me. Everything in me swims.
“Door number two,” he repeats. “What’s going to happen when we wake up and all those doors were just an illusion?”
“You always overanalyze things?” I reach into his boxers and glide my fingers over the one part of his body that’s actually on the same page with me. He’s long and strong, and I trace out the ridges with my finger as I glide from the base to the tip. Morgan is hard as Sheetrock, and he’s burning with heat, all for me.
“I don’t overanalyze, Ally”—he says it sweetly—“but I like to know my boundaries. I just want to be sure I’m not going to get my ass handed to me with a baseball bat.”
I exhale into his neck, raking my lips across his five o’clock shadow. My mouth comes to life as I run my tongue along his sharp jawline. His words spin through me like a cyclone, and I know he’s hinting at the fact this might not be the brightest idea. But then again, it just might be, and I’ll go with that for now.
“I need you tonight.” I sear the words over his ear. “Maybe at the end of the day all I really want is to go
We edge our way out of the kitchen. He walks me backward, slowly, through the hall, our mouths never surrendering their locked and loaded position.
Morgan interlaces our fingers and raises my hands over my shoulders as he backs me against a wall. He dives into an entire ocean of kisses with thoughtful, careful strokes that melt the pit of my stomach.
We stumble into the bedroom, and he closes the door with the light still on overhead.
I pluck off my T-shirt and bite down on a smile as he inspects me, his chest pumping like he’s just moved a building.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He rides his gaze up and down my body, and I swell with excitement as he says those words. With Morgan it sounds genuine, not like the come-ons I’ve heard so many times as a means to an end.
I switch off the lights just as he presses a tender kiss over my temple.
I take off his shirt nice and slow, unbuckle his jeans, and he catches me by the wrist before any real progress can be made, pulling me gently down to the bed.
“Ally,” he whispers as I pepper him with fevered kisses. It killed me to see Blair pawing all over him; Molly too, for that matter. I don’t care if she is still in high school. Tess once told me younger girls are a threat you never outgrow. “What’s going on?” He says it like he’s honestly interested.
“This is going on.” I slip my hand into his jeans and feel him grow from inside his boxers.
“I know,” he whispers with a touch of sadness while securing his arms around my waist. He pulls back until we’re lying on the pillow nose to nose. “Just tell me what happened. I could see the knife wounds as soon as I walked through the door. Do you want me to kill somebody?”
“No felonies.” I press my body to his chest, skin over skin, and my stomach quivers from his touch. “See, that’s why you’re a bad boy. Normal people don’t reach for the lethal solution. They sit down and have a conversation.”
The moonlight streams in and colors him a pale stone-blue.
“Precisely why we’re having a conversation.” He pulls back with a naughty grin waiting to take over. It takes everything in me not to stop this “conversation” with my lips or with other body parts that are craving to have an intimate discussion with him right now. “This is different than the other night,” he whispers, stroking his thumb gently over my cheek. “This isn’t a one-night stand. I’m going to see you in the morning. You’re Kendall’s buddy. I’m not just some guy anymore. Sex will either get in the way or…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead the words hang in the air while we try to decipher what exactly they might mean.
“I think for tonight”—I scoot in close—“I’d like to opt for door number two.” I brush my lips against his dimple and feel it depress beneath me. Everything in me swims.
“Door number two,” he repeats. “What’s going to happen when we wake up and all those doors were just an illusion?”
“You always overanalyze things?” I reach into his boxers and glide my fingers over the one part of his body that’s actually on the same page with me. He’s long and strong, and I trace out the ridges with my finger as I glide from the base to the tip. Morgan is hard as Sheetrock, and he’s burning with heat, all for me.
“I don’t overanalyze, Ally”—he says it sweetly—“but I like to know my boundaries. I just want to be sure I’m not going to get my ass handed to me with a baseball bat.”
I exhale into his neck, raking my lips across his five o’clock shadow. My mouth comes to life as I run my tongue along his sharp jawline. His words spin through me like a cyclone, and I know he’s hinting at the fact this might not be the brightest idea. But then again, it just might be, and I’ll go with that for now.
“I need you tonight.” I sear the words over his ear. “Maybe at the end of the day all I really want is to go
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