Normally I’d sleep for a solid three or more hours after a match, then I’d be ready to go. My body wasn’t aware that it needed to stay awake. I was dangerously close to crashing. And crashing hard.
I needed to do something to keep myself awake. And it was becoming obvious that my first choice wasn’t going to happen. “Come on, let’s go do something. It’s a nice day out. It’s not supposed to rain all weekend—”
“I know why you invited me here, Lucas. And it’s not to talk about the weather,” Morgan snipped. “So why don’t we get down to what you expect from me. What everyone expects from me.”
She started to unbutton her shorts, shoving them down around her hips. She kicked them off almost aggressively.
“What the hell, Morgan?” I barked.
“Come on Lucas. You came her for some tits and ass. Well here they are!” She pulled her T-shirt over her head. She stood in front of me in nothing but a bra and tiny, tiny knickers.
Goddamn, she was hot.
I held my hands up. “Chill out, Morgan. I’m not sure why you’re so mad.”
We stared at each for what felt like forever. I could tell she was breathing heavily and it took everything in me not to touch her. Because lord I wanted to. Especially with her standing there practically naked.
But I wouldn’t. Not until I knew what had caused that reaction from her.
“What brought on all this?” I dared to ask her.
“I thought I was just giving you what you wanted,” she answered, sounding strangely defeated.
I knelt down and picked up her shorts and carried them over to her. “I do want that, but not when you’re looking as if you want to slit my throat afterwards.”
I knelt before her and held her shorts for her to step into. She hesitated but then allowed me to slide them up over her legs. I fastened them closed. I think it was the first time I had ever dressed a woman as opposed to undressing her.
I handed her the T-shirt she had thrown off and she quickly put it back on.
Morgan had calmed down. She looked less angry and more embarrassed. She wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“You want to tell me what that was about?” I ran my hand up and down her arm.
“It’s stupid. I’m being stupid. Forget it,” Morgan said, shaking her head.
“It doesn’t sound stupid. It’s obviously gotten you upset. So tell me what’s going on. I’m not in the habit of badgering someone to talk to me, but I want us to have a good time this weekend. I don’t want any misunderstandings.” Finally she started to relax. Slowly, but I felt it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump all over you like that.”
I gave her a tired grin. “If you had jumped all over me, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“I just don’t want you to think that I’m…well you know…that I’m…”
“A sure thing?” I filled in with a smile, recalling the conversation we had outside her building the day I took her home from the pub.
Morgan made a face. “Yeah, I guess.”
I cupped her face between my hands. “Love, you are anything but a sure thing,” I assured her. “You’ve got me all in knots here.”
And it was true. Thinking about her. Wanting her. Holding her. It was all twisted up in one big mess inside my stomach.
While she drove me a mad with her blathering, I liked her.
More than I thought I would.
Morgan bit her bottom lip, lowering her lashes in a way that made my groin tighten and my palms sweat. I leaned in and sucked her lip into my mouth, kissing her, tasting her again.
“You alright?” I asked.
