He ran his hand down her arm. “Comfortable?”
“You have no idea.”
Of course, he felt a combination of blissful comfort and absolute torture. His cock was at full mast, begging to be let free of his pants. Not wanting Morgan to feel pressured, he kept his hips tucked away from her.
After a few seconds, she rolled to face him. “Can I have a goodnight kiss?”
He didn't even answer her, just lowered his face to hers. She exhaled as their mouths met, smelling of his toothpaste. Some primal instinct kicked in; she’d used something of his. They were mates, and they both knew it.
Feeling bold, he traced along her shoulder and down to her breast. The sound she let out when he touched her was beyond erotic. Small and firm, she fit perfectly in his hand, the lack of a bra lending new sensations to Ryder. He found her nipple peaked and ready for him, so he stroked it gently. Morgan shifted her legs, tangling them with his and pressing their bodies closer. Ryder paused.
“Did I do something you don’t like?” she asked.
“No.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to think of things that would kill his erection, but it was no use. “I’m just not ready yet, but my—I—oh my God. I don’t even know how to say it.”
“It’s okay, baby.” Morgan framed his face in her hands. “I know.”
“You do?”
“It’s a natural reaction. I don't expect you to change your mind just because your dick is super happy to see me.”
He laughed, leaning in to peck her on the lips. “All the same, I think I’d like to try to sleep now.”
“Okay. Honestly, I understand.”
Wrapped around each other, Ryder and Morgan drifted off to sleep in disbelief at just how lucky they were.
