“Please,” I begged.
This is crazy. Yesterday Heathcliff kissed me and now here I am with Morrie. I can’t—
But as quickly as the thought came, it flittered away. Morrie flipped to another page in his book, and as he bent between my legs, he began to read.
He slid a finger inside me, plunging it in time with the rhythm of the poem. I gasped as he pressed his lips over my clit. He continued speaking, the words muffled by the strokes of his tongue, the flicks and swirls spelling out ancient words of erotic desire.
“Oh, oh, fuck… Morrie…” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Pressure radiated through my body, a deep yearning that pressed against the inside of my skin. It burst, and bright red flames danced in front of my eyes. Morrie held my legs as my body turned to jelly.
“Oh, whoa… Morrie… please… Morrie,” I murmured, leaning my weight against him. I’d never ever had two orgasms in a row like that. Never. And that second one… how did he do that?
He chuckled. “I told you that I’d make you beg for me.”
Morrie picked me up easily, his lips never leaving mine. He cradled my body in his, his strong arms holding me against him.
“Where do you want it?” Morrie whispered against my lips. “Up against the shelves? On Heathcliff’s desk? We could be really wicked and shag in the Religion section.”
“What about the room upstairs?” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his neck. “The one with the four-poster bed and the fancy bathroom?”
Morrie pulled back, his mouth set in a firm line. “You went in there?”
“Yes, when I was looking for Quoth. Is that bad?”
“It could be.” Morrie kissed me again. “That is fine. I like bad girls. But we’re not doing it in there.”
“Why—”
I yelped as Morrie flipped me and dropped me on the rug, running his hands along the curve of my ass. I knelt on my knees and gripped the balustrade as he slid between my thighs. Foil rustled as he rolled on a condom.Where did he even have a condom?But my mind couldn’t process it because the head of his cock entered me.
The size of him shocked me, driving the breath from my lungs as he gave me another inch, and another, waiting for me to adjust before he thrust deeper.He must be all inside me now.
But no, there was more, so much more. I took him and held him and I’d never felt so full or so pleased or sodesperatefor anything before.
Morrie drew himself out of me and slowly, slowly, as I breathed out, he slid inside again. My fingers tightened around the wood as I took him, my body relaxing and relenting to him.
Out again. In again. Slow and languid and hot.Oh, so hot.
I peeked over my shoulder at Morrie, registering his expression. A veneer of intense concentration masked the beast underneath. Morrie dueled with his twin natures – control, and chaos.
I’d had control. I wanted chaos. I wanted everything he had to give.
“Morrie,” I whispered. “Enough of this softness. I want you to fuck me.”
His breath kissed my back. “Gorgeous, I thought you’d never ask.”
Morrie slammed into me, driving his length as far inside me as it would go, stroking all the right places. My knees burned against the carpet. I gripped the staircase for dear life as Morrie thrust into me with all the power and force of his personality. He fisted my hair in his hand, bending my neck back as he scraped his teeth along my collarbone.
I thrust my hips back against him, driving him deeper, burning myself against his skin.
“I wanted to do this since I first saw you walk into the shop,” Morrie murmured against my earlobe, his hands sliding between my legs. He touched my clit and I came again, my body shuddering around his cock. His teeth dragged over my skin, and his body bucked as his own orgasm hit him. His long body curled around mine, collapsing against me, skin against sweaty skin.
What have I done?
“I’ll never be able to read Donne the same way again,” a dark voice growled behind me.
Heathcliff.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
