No resistance this time. He was letting me have whatever I wanted, so sweet and so generous andsohot.
I wanted to trail my fingers over every inch of his broad chest again and think about how safe he made me feel.
Morgan laughed as I trailed a finger along his collarbone, kissing me harder, pushing me back against the shower wall and knocking the breath out of my lungs in his enthusiasm.
I couldn’t remember ever being happier.
“Wish we could do this all day,” I murmured against Morgan’s lips, tracing the shell of his ear, looking into bright blue eyes that really weresopretty. I doubted many people noticed.
Quietly, I didn’twantthem to. Not anymore. My heart was chantingmine, mine, mineso cheerfully I could’ve bounced with it if I wasn’t such a mature and serious adult.
Or in so much danger of slipping in this tiny shower, which seemed like the kind of thing that would be horribly embarrassing.
“Wecould,” Morgan pointed out. “How’s your ankle?”
I wriggled my toes to check. The tendon twinged, but it wasn’t so bad. Nothing a Tylenol and a long walk wouldn’t cure.
“It’s okay,” I said.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Not definitely too sore to go kayaking today?” he asked.
My stomach dropped. “It’s too important to quit now,” I said.
Morgan didn’t understand, and that was okay. No one else would have.
But Brad was still here, and I still had to beat him atsomething. Just once.
At very least, I couldn’t chicken out. Not even claiming injury. It wasn’tthatbad, and I didn’t need my ankle to paddle. Which was exactly whathe’dsay.
Besides, there were only two heats before the final on Friday. I only had to do this twice, after the five times in total I’d done it yesterday. By comparison, today waseasier.
“Does it matter that much what Brad thinks?” Morgan asked softly.
“It matters whatIthink,” I said, and I’d never quite put it like that before, but it instantly made a whole lot more sense.
I wasn’t doing this for Brad, exactly. I was doing itfor me, because I’d never regained my confidence after he broke up with me. I’d made a half-dozen stupid mistakes in the times since, mistakes that put me—or worse, other people, people who were relying on me—at risk. Because I doubted myself when I hadn’t before.
This was important.
More important than spending the day in bed with Morgan, no matter how much I wanted to do that.
“Well,Ithink you’re incredible,” Morgan murmured, pressing a kiss to my hairline. “And adorable.”
Despite having come twice in the space of an hour, my cock twitched as Morgan’s nose traced the curve of my ear, breath tickling the hairs at the back of my neck.
“Sexy,” he added, a smile in his voice.
This was what it was meant to be like. Happy and playful andgood, gentle and comforting.
Morgan would besucha good boyfriend, and the thought that I might even get to keep him after this made my insides tremble with excitement.
I tilted my head up for another kiss, hot and needy even as Morgan dragged me under the shower spray and rinsed me off, gentle fingers ticklish on still-sensitized skin.
“You know, we could—” Morgan began, and then stopped as the outer door to the cabin swung open.
I couldn’t believe none of these cabins hadlocks.
… although even if they did, there was no way we would’ve remembered to lock the door earlier.
