The moment the door closed behind them the worm turned. Morgan tossed her over his shoulder before the sigh of relief left her chest. Taking the back stairs two at a time, he moved along the hallway.
“Which room?” he demanded.
“That one,” Callie Mae replied, pointing to her door.
Morgan nodded and swiftly entered the room, closing and locking the door. Setting her on her feet, he removed her bandana and bound her wrists together before she realized what his plan was. Taking her hands, he pulled them far above her head and slipped the scarf over the hook on the back of the door.
“There, that should make things a little easier,” he smiled, reaching to undo her gun belt and setting it on the bureau. “I like it when things are conveniently placed.”
“Morgan, you turn me loose right this minute,” she spat, jumping up and trying to free her hands.
“No, do I look stupid?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?” she asked nastily.
Morgan laughed and undid the buttons on her jeans as she fought to kick him. Dodging her feet, he completed his task and pushed her pants down, smiling when he realized she was naked beneath them.
“My oh my, you’ve gone commando, darlin’,” he drawled.
“Huh?”
“It’s just an expression for you being butt assed naked under these jeans,” he replied, delighted to find her so. “What a naughty girl you are. Why did you do that?” he asked, settling them just below her calves, effectively trapping her legs.
“They made the pants look all lumpy. I didn’t like that,” she admitted, blushing wildly.
“Apparently some things never change,” he murmured as he unbuttoned her shirt. She did have a corset on under the shirt and Morgan found that incredibly exciting. Her waist was accentuated, her full breasts barely contained and rising ever closer to the top with each jump. “Mmm,” he growled, stroking the tops of each one. “Lovely.”
“Morgan, please. I’m so embarrassed,” she pleaded breathlessly.
Morgan laughed, planted his big hand flat against her tummy and slid it lower until he was cupping her curls. It was easy to slip a finger between her lower lips, she was wet and slippery and he moaned at the realization.
“Are you embarrassed because I’m looking at you or because you’re enjoying it?” he asked gently.
Callie Mae opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs, knowing full well she wouldn’t be heard over the din downstairs. It was mortifying what this man was doing to her body. She could feel the moisture gathering and knew it would only be a matter of time before it spilled onto his hand. As she opened her mouth to scream again, Morgan silenced her with his mouth, taking full advantage. His tongue swept the length of hers, withdrawing just before she sank her teeth into it.
“Ah, that would be a very bad idea,” he teased moving to the tops of her breast and kissing first one and then the other. His lips traveled to her neck, biting her ear lobe before settling in the curve of her shoulder and sucking hard.
“Oh,” Callie Mae cried, trying to keep her head. “Stop it. I don’t like it.”
“You are such a little liar,” he sighed, nudging her thighs open with his knee. The jeans hampered his efforts, but he managed to create enough space to fully cup her core. Immediately his hand was flooded and he smiled. Pulling it back out he held it up for her to see, licking his fingers. “God, you taste good.”
“You’re disgusting,” she cried, wiggling frantically to get free.
“I know, and I’m about to get worse,” he admitted, lifting each breast out of her chemise. The corset supported them beautifully and he toyed with her nipples, pulling them to hard little peaks before taking them in his mouth, one at a time. Both of his hands moved behind her shoulder blades, pulling her closer as he feasted, enjoying her cries of defiance.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked seriously, stopping for a moment, his eyes piercing hers.
Callie Mae debated her answer. If she said yes, he might stop, but did she really want him to? The mystery was unraveling. Her body was burning with a need she neither understood nor welcomed, but she felt compelled to see where it led. She shook her head, no.
“Good,” he said, cupping her cheek. “I never want you to be afraid of me sexually. On the other hand, when you deliberately disobey me, I want you shaking in your boots,” he continued, whispering against her lips before he kissed her.
Reaching up, Morgan unhooked her hands and used the bandana to pull her forward, her feet shuffling across the floor.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to do what I came up here to do before I got side-tracked by those pouty nipples and your pretty pussy. I’m going to spank your sassy little ass.”
“No, Morgan, please,” she begged as he sat on her bed and pulled her across his thighs. “You can’t!”
