“Please, hurry,” she said as she watched, transfixed, as more of him was revealed. The strong column of his throat. The broad expanse of his shoulders beneath his shirt. When he reached for the hem of his shirt, she sucked in a breath. “If I am a painting in the Louvre, you are Adonis himself.
He paused. “Are you sure it is not too much? Too fast?”
“No. I want to see you. All of you.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said as he pulled the shirt over his head, and Eliza’s mouth went dry.
He was so beautiful. All lean muscle and smooth skin, with a dusting of dark hair across his chest that arrowed down past the waistband of his trousers. Morgan moved to sit beside her on the bed, and she felt the mattress dip under his weight.
“Lie back,” he said softly. “Let me make you feel good.”
She did, her heart pounding so hard she was certain he could hear it. He positioned himself beside her, propped up on one elbow, and began to explore. His hand traced the line of her jaw, then down her throat. Over her collarbone. Along the edge of her chemise where it met skin.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured. “So perfect. Like you were made for me. Etched from my every fantasy.”
His hand moved lower, cupping her breast through the thin fabric. Eliza gasped, her back arching involuntarily.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good. I want you to tell me what feels good. I want to hear every sound you make,” he rasped as he pinched the soft bud gently. “Do you like this?”
“I think so,” she sighed.
He continued his exploration, learning the shape of her through the chemise until she was writhing beneath his touch. Then he unlaced her stays with deft fingers, removing them and tossing them aside. The chemise followed, leaving her bare to his gaze.
“Morgan,” She moved to cover herself, suddenly shy at the idea of being so vulnerable, despite her desire.
He caught her hands gently. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful. Let me see you. Let me touch you.”
His touch was reverent, worshipful, as though she were something precious. When his mouth followed the path his hands had traced, when he took her nipple between his lips and sucked gently, Eliza cried out.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough with desire. “Let me hear you, Eliza. Don’t hold back.”
His hand traveled lower, over the flat of her stomach, to the warm space between her thighs. He paused there, looking up at her for permission.
“Please,” she whispered, not entirely sure what she was asking for.
He smiled then, a slow, wicked smile, and obliged.
His hand found her center, exploring gently at first with just one finger, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan. When he found that particular spot that made her cry out and arch off the bed, he focused there, circling and stroking with perfect pressure with two.
“God, you’re so responsive,” he murmured against her breast as he sucked hard. “So wet for me already. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this? How much I love hearing those sounds you’re making?”
Eliza couldn’t form words. Could only feel. The pleasure built and built, coiling tighter in her belly until she thought she might break apart and never come back again.
“That’s it, darling,” Morgan encouraged, his fingers moving faster now, so deep she felt him in her core.
“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” she whispered, her hands tangled in his thick, dark hair.
“Every day if you’ll let me,” he growled as he continued plunging his fingers deep inside of her, using his other hand to grab her backside. Hard. She bucked herself closer to him.
“Hungry little thing,” he said as she inserted one more finger, working her until she felt sweat prickle her temples. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
The pleasure crested at the sensation of so much fullness, breaking over her in waves that made her cry out. She shook with it, overwhelmed by sensations she’d never experienced before. Morgan held her through it, gentling his touch as she came down, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, her jaw.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So damn beautiful.”
