“My nipples are in the normal place,” I said, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, holding the edges in both hands and resting them on the back of his neck, arching my back to keep some space between us for him to explore. “Better check to see if you won this round.”
The slow path of Morgan’s fingers was agonizing as they inched up my chest, tingles skittering all over my skin as calluses caught on it, just barely brushing over the surface, Morgan’s incredible gentleness suddenly torture.
Breath caught in my lungs as he brushed a thumb over one nipple—pausing to feel the bar through it—and then the other, another hiss escaping through my teeth as I pressed our foreheads together, squirming at the sudden rush of heat south.
“Guess you win,” I forced out, breathless.
Morgan hummed in the back of his throat, tilting his head and brushing his nose against mine.
A shiver rolled down my spine, need welling up beneath my ribcage. I’d wanted this solong.
“You don’t think I should check your underwear, too?” he asked, one hand sliding down along my side to the waistband of my sweatpants, teasing the sensitive skin there.
This was my first taste of what Morgan wasreallylike, and I needed more. As much as he’d give me.
Everything. I needed it all.
“They’re a very boring charcoal,” I said, even as the tips of his fingers slipped inside my sweatpants, just toying with the fabric, trailing around to the back.
Morgan laughed, nudging my nose with his again, encouraging me to tilt my face until our lips met, so soft and sweet I felt like my heart was about to explode, a needy sound catching in the back of my throat.
This wassomuch better than I’d imagined.
Morgan kissed harder, hand sliding down over my ass, caught between sweats and underwear, strong fingers digging deep into the flesh, pulling me closer.
I panted against his lips, shifting my weight and grabbing the back of his neck, a rush of lust washing around the pit of my stomach as I squeezed him between my thighs and found out for myself, once and for all, justhowsolid he was.
I wanted to ride his dick until he begged me to stop, and I was just starting to think I might get the chance.
Morgan’s tongue brushed against mine, the barest teasing flick, but my head was already light from lack of oxygen, breath coming in sharp little pants, andoh fuckthis was sogood, I couldn’t think of anything other than how incredible Morgan felt under me, how good he smelled—all pine and spice and clean cotton, and none of those things hadeverbeen this hot before, but I wanted to press my nose into every inch of his skin and inhale.
“Don’t you,” I panted between kisses, moaning as Morgan pulled me closer, kissing him again, my nose getting in my way as I tried to press closer, catch his lower lip between my teeth, grind my hips down against his.
That was the thing. Morgan was the kindest, sweetest, gentlest man I’d ever met, and I wanted to absolutelywreckhim. Scratch marks down his back, hickeys all over his neck and chest, fingerprint bruises on his hips and the tops of his arms.
Because he couldtakeit. I knew he could.
I thought, maybe, considering the twitch I felt in his pants as I bit down on his lip, that he might evenlikeit.
“Don’t you think,” I repeated, fighting to catch my breath. “You oughta check for that tattoo?”
Morgan stared at me wide-eyed, and even in the almost-dark I could see that his pupils had swallowed up the pretty bright blue of his irises, eyes glazed and needy anddefinitelyturned on as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“Probably should,” Morgan said. “Ought’ve asked for proof before, huh?”
I laughed, happiness welling up in my chest at the way he was still being soplayful.
“You’re too much of a gentleman to question my honor,” I said, darting in to kiss the tip of his nose. “But it couldn’t hurt to double-check.”
15
Morgan
I couldn’tbelievewhat was happening right now. Even as I lifted Devin up, carrying his feather-light frame back to the cabin and nudging the door open, none of it seemed real.
But it was. I couldn’t have made up all these details, not the way his hair still smelled faintly of the river, not the firm press of his thighs around my waist, stronger than I’d ever dreamed he would be, not the way he gripped me tight until I eased him down onto the bed, marveling at how lucky I was.
Devin was still grinning at me, eyes sparkling in the light of the lamp beside the bed, the one I’d turned on when I got up to look for him after waking alone.
