“Good choice.My favorite, too.”I flashed her a wicked grin as I picked up a jar.
“Do we need spoons?”she asked, indicating the plastic utensils the shop offered.
“Nope.”I let my gaze trail slowly down her body before returning to her face.“I was thinking more along the lines of…creative application.”
She bit her bottom lip.“That sounds messy.”
“Very messy,” I agreed, my voice dropping lower.“Good thing hotel rooms come with showers.”
A small sound escaped her throat.Not quite a laugh, not quite a moan.“You’re so bad.”
“You have no idea, but you’re about to find out.”I winked at her then stepped toward the register to make my purchase.
I paid for the chocolate sauce while Morgan waited by the door, clutching her wrapped book to her chest.When I rejoined her, our eyes met and the air between us shifted.The playful flirtation from moments ago had ignited into something hotter and more urgent.
“Ready to head back to our hotel?”I asked.
Desire was written all over her face.“God, yes.”
The walk through the Venetian felt endless.My hand remained locked with hers, and by the time we made it outside and hailed a cab, the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife.
The ride took less than ten minutes but felt like an eternity.I paid the driver, grabbed Morgan’s hand, and practically pulled her through the lobby to the elevators.The moment the doors closed and we were alone, I had her pressed against the wall, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was all heat and hunger and weeks of pent-up longing.She moaned into my mouth, one of her hands fisting in my shirt.
The elevator dinged far too soon, and the doors opened on our floor.We stumbled down the hallway, stopping twice so I could kiss her again because I couldn’t help myself.When we finally reached her door, her hands shook so badly she could barely get the key card to work.
I took it from her, swiped it through the reader, and pushed the door open.As we entered the room and the door shut behind us, I reached for her, but she surprised me by moving out of my reach with a flirty grin I was starting to recognize as a precursor to her rocking my world.
She set the chocolate sauce and her still wrapped book on the dresser.“I’m going to change,” she said.
I was tempted to tell her not to bother.My dick was hard as stone and I wanted her naked and underneath me as soon as humanly possible.But there was a seductive gleam in her eyes that told me she had something special planned, so I didn’t argue.
Whatever it was she grabbed from her suitcase, she was careful to keep it hidden from view, then disappeared into the bathroom.While she was gone, I stripped off my suit jacket and shoes, then started unbuttoning my shirt.A few minutes later the bathroom door opened, and the moment I glanced in that direction my brain seemed to short-circuit.
Morgan emerged, looking like a fucking goddess.A vision in red lingerie designed specifically to destroy my self-control.Her brown hair tumbled in waves around her shoulders, framing a face flushed with anticipation.But it was what she wore—or barely wore—that was nothing short of sinful and made my mouth go dry.
Thin red straps framed her full breasts and left her nipples exposed so they peeked through provocatively.Sheer mesh hugged her stomach and accentuated her curves.More straps crisscrossed over her hips, leading to the small scrap of fabric that barely covered her mound.She was pure temptation, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, nearly tripping over my discarded shoes as I moved toward her.
She laughed, a sultry sound that was like a stroke to my cock as she sauntered to the bed.I followed, but my gaze snagged on the chocolate sauce on the dresser.I grabbed it, setting it on the nightstand before I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes then joined her on the bed where she was reclining back on the pillows, watching me with a hooded gaze.
I moved over her, and our lips met in a heated clash, my hands roaming her lush figure as we tangled in a frenzy of touches and kisses, elevating the raw need that had been simmering between us for weeks.I trailed my mouth along the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and skimmed my lips across the swell of her breasts.Her exposed, peaked nipples begged for attention, and she let out an impatient little moan as I drew the straps over her chest down, baring her completely.
Sitting up, I straddled her thighs and grabbed the jar, twisting it open.The thick chocolate sauce was perfect for drizzling, and I let a ribbon of it fall across one pebbled nipple, then the other, watching the dark syrup drip down her full breasts.
She stared up at me, biting her lip, eyes shimmering with anticipation.Holding her gaze, I lowered my mouth to her breast, my tongue sweeping across her nipple to collect the chocolate.The rich, sweet flavor, combined with the salt of her skin, made me groan against her breast.
I loved the outfit, but my patience evaporated.I tore through the mesh over her stomach with a growl.She inhaled a startled breath, but didn’t protest as I repositioned myself so that I was kneeling between her spread legs, then I poured more chocolate in a trail from her chest down to where that small bit of fabric still covered her sex.Then, I licked it off, following the same path down to her lower stomach.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” I growled, my voice rough with need.“I want to devour you.”
Her fingers knotted in my hair, pulling me back up for a deep kiss while her free hand reached down and fisted my stiff, aching cock.“Hmm, you taste like chocolate,” she murmured, sliding her palm along my shaft and giving it a few firm strokes.“But I can’t wait anymore, Liam.I need you so badly.”
Her urgency matched mine, sending a spear of pure desire straight through me.I slid a hand between her legs, discovering snaps in her lingerie and I didn’t hesitate to tear them open, along with the ones at her hip that allowed me to strip the outfit completely off her body so she was as naked as me.I lined up the head of my cock and thrust into her slick heat, burying myself to the hilt.We both groaned in pleasure and relief, her walls clenching around my dick.
I stilled, fighting for control so I didn’t spill my load before she had the chance to orgasm.She felt too damn good after so long, it threatened to push me instantly over the edge.The only thing I wanted more than to come inside of Morgan was to watch her fall apart for me first.
Rising to my knees, I gripped her hips and pulled her lower half onto my lap, and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist.Her body lay splayed before me, hair tousled, her skin smeared with chocolate, and as I began fucking her in earnest, her breasts bounced with each deep, hard thrust.
