I hadn’t planned to come back. Particularly after she all but threw me out. The after sex had been uncomfortable. I could tell she didn’t want me there, which was odd. Most women were begging me to stay and I was forced to sneak out of a bathroom window or something.
I had never experienced a situation where I was all but shoved out the door.
I had been mad as hell.
And ridiculously turned on.
So I had found myself back at her flat and we screwed all night long. In the living room. In the kitchen. In the shower. Then finally in bed.
There hadn’t been a lot of talking. Except for Morgan barking orders. It seemed she was a bit bossy. “Touch me.” “Kiss me.” “Shut up and fuck me already.” She liked what she liked and that seemed to include my cock.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” I ran my hand down the length of her body, finding her already wet. That did something to a man. Knowing how much a woman wanted him. And it was different than the goal diggers who panted after me at the clubs. Or how Marla made it her mission to get me back in the sack. Those women wanted me because ofwhoI was.
Morgan seemed to see me only as a man she wanted to fuck. Not as a footballer. Not as a guy with a boatload of cash. Just a bloke she fancied.
“Mmm,” she murmured, not opening her eyes. I slid a finger inside her and she squirmed against my hand.
“You want this?” I whispered, kissing the side of her neck, her skin salty and warm.
“Mmhmm.”
Ten minutes later she was crying out, coming all over my fingers.
“You’re going to kill me,” she groaned. “I can’t even lift my head. My body is jelly.”
“Good. Then I’ve done my job.” I leaned over and kissed her on the nose before getting out of bed. I had put off leaving long enough. She watched me through heavy lidded eyes as I rooted around for my clothes.
The weirdness had descended again. It seemed Morgan and I had the sex thing down pat, it was the afterwards that could use a little work. “Do you have anything planned for your Sunday?” I asked her, trying to make small talk. It seemed the right thing to do after sharing the woman’s bed.
She pulled the duvet up to cover her. She really was gorgeous. Her long dark hair mussed and trailing in straggly tangles down her back. Her lips red and swollen. “I’m not sure. I thought I’d go wander around the city. I haven’t seen nearly enough of Chester yet.”
I buttoned my jeans and pulled on my T-shirt. “That sounds like fun. Have you been to Chester Cathedral? I hear it’s pretty old and shit.”
Morgan smirked. “Old and shit. Wow, that’s a ringing endorsement.”
I reached under the blanket and tugged on her foot. “Don’t be a smart ass. I’ve heard it’s nice to visit.”
“Have you not seen it?”
I sat on the edge of the bed and put on my socks. I took my time. I was finding myself wanting to put off the moment I had to leave.
Great sex had a way of clouding the brain.
“I’ve driven past it a few times but never have had a chance to go inside.” I realized that even though I had lived in Chester for over a year now, there was very little I knew about my adopted city.
“Maybe we could go together sometime. We could take one of those river tours too. I heard they’re nice,” I suggested.
Morgan’s eyes widened and she clutched her chest. “Lucas Bradley wants to takemesightseeing. What have I done to deserve such an honor?”
“All right, well whatever. I have to go. So I’ll see you later?” I posed it as a question. Waiting for her to agree.
Why was I being such a pussy?
“Sure,” she replied non-committedly.
She didn’t say anything else.
Her silence was my only goodbye.
