I followed her into the room, dropping the bag onto the floor. “I got held up. But I’m here now.”
We stood there, neither of us moving. Should I grab her and kiss her like I wanted to?
I was a bundle of pent up sexual frustration. I had been wanking to the memory of her naked beneath me for over a week. I was almost jittery with need.
It didn’t help that she had changed into tiny shorts and a cut off T-shirt that showed the smooth skin of her stomach. Her dark hair was all over the place. Like she had been taking a nap and I woke her up. She was fucking gorgeous.
“That’s cool,” she remarked, chewing on her thumbnail like an anxious kid.
“Yeah, cool,” I parroted. I glanced around the hotel room. I had Anna book a suite. It was nice and modern. Lots of space. “You like the room?” I asked her.
Morgan dropped her hand from her mouth and walked over to the window and pulled the curtains back. “It’s lovely. Check out the park down there.”
I followed her and looked outside. The hotel sat on a pretty green. It was nice. Not that I cared about that sort of thing. I turned my head, my nose brushing the thick strands of her hair. I could hear her quick intake of breath.
She smelled like vanilla. Good enough to eat. “I’m glad you came,” I murmured close to her ear.
I saw her swallow. She chuckled. It sounded strained and uncomfortable. “I wasn’t going to miss out on a trip to London.” She winced. “That sounded rude. I didn’t mean it to sound like I didn’t want to see you. I do. But I’ve wanted to come to London for years.”
“I get it. No worries,” I laughed.
“Okay good. Because sometimes I find it hard to say what I mean. Especially here. Even though I speak the language, I think a lot gets lost in translation.” She started chewing on her thumbnail again. I was beginning to realize that she did that when she was nervous. It was cute.
“Not everything gets lost in translation,” I teased, finally doing what I had thought of doing for the past week. I pulled her close, my lips finding the sensitive skin below her ear. She tasted like she smelled.
Fucking delicious.
“No, I guess that’s true.” She stood stiff against me. I could feel the flutter of her pulse beneath my tongue as I traced a line along the side of her neck, nipping at her collarbone. She jolted at the feel of my teeth.
“Relax, baby. You’re too tense,” I whispered, my words hot on her skin. I wanted her to turn around. To face me. To kiss me back. To act like she wanted to be there.
What was wrong with her?
“Morgan,” I said softly, running my hand up her back. Up into her hair.
“Your game was great. You were awesome. I never really liked soccer. I mean football. That’s what you call it right? In America football involves lots of padding and helmets and guys that look like they’re on steroids. You probably know that though. Have you ever watched American football? Your football is a lot better.”
She was talking so fast I could barely keep up. What was her problem? She was still standing rigid. No matter how much I tried to kiss her or how I attempted to pull her close, she wouldn’t budge.
I wasn’t used to having to work so hard to get a woman to relax around me. Usually by this point I’d have tits in my face and knickers on the floor.
Why was she talking so much?
“Morgan,” I said her name again. A little louder. A little firmer. I stopped kissing her shoulder and pulled away slightly. She was looking out the window, words still coming out of her mouth.
“So what’s the plan? Are you hungry? Should we order room service? I bet you’re tired after the game. That was a lot of running. I would be passed out by now if it were me. So if you’re tired, that’s okay. We don’t have to go out and do anything—”
“Can you stop talking?” I asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Normally I had more tact but her endless run on sentences were putting me on edge.
“Excuse me?” Morgan frowned, clearly offended.
“You’re talking a lot. It’s doing my head in.” I rubbed my temple. I didn’t get headaches. But Morgan’s nervous energy was bringing one on.
She folded her arms over her chest. “Well excuse me, but I’m not sure how the hell I’m supposed to act here. I’ve never been whisked away for a weekend of casual sex.”
“I don’t think there’s anything casual about what we do,” I snorted. The adrenaline that had sustained me for most of the day was finally starting to leave my system. I realized I was hungry and bone tired. I was also starting to get cranky. Anna always gave me shit about how moody I became when I was hungry or tired.
“You’re like a toddler who needs a snack,” my sister would say.
