We’d had a good night.
But, I thought as a smile spread over my face, we were about to have abetterone.
I slipped into the cabin, flicked the light, and pounced.
Morgan laughed as I backed him up against the wall, letting me pin him in place and climb onto his shoes so I could kiss him without pulling him down.
I loved him. As I pulled back to look him in the eye, all I could think was that this was the man I loved.
And he lovedme.
I couldn’t imagine anything better than that.
Well. Aside from the two of us being naked.
I gasped as Morgan picked me up, lifting me like I weighed nothing, and set me on the kitchen counter.
“It’s so hot that you can do that,” I murmured, pulling myself away from his mouth to look into his eyes.
Morgan chuckled, planting his hands either side of my hips, trapping me where I was, leaning in and mouthing his way along my jaw as I scrambled to find somewhere to put my hands.
“You aresocute,” he laughed against my ear. “Dunno if I’ve said.”
“Could stand to hear it a few more times,” I said, hitching his sweater up to stroke the soft skin of his belly, running my fingers up under it until they reached the dusting of hair on his chest.
Ilovedthat. I’d known it was there since a few summers back when I’d seen Morgan helping Aiden in Mom’s yard without a shirt on, and I’d been eager to touch it since then.
Now, I could touch it all I wanted.
My free hand dipped down to his jeans, working them open as Morgan ran his hands up my waist, nipping at my earlobe and making me squirm.
Heat rushed south as he bit down, pleasure-pain coursing through me.
He was getting the idea that I liked it alittlerough. Not rough like Brad had been, rough in a careless way, but a taste of teeth and a slightly tighter grip.
I slid my hands down into Morgan’s open jeans, grabbing his ass through his underwear to pull him closer, shuffling forward on the counter to grind against him, gasping at the heat of his half-hard cock.
“You donotlike to wait around, do you?” Morgan asked, his voice lowered to a purr in my ear, breath ghosting over my neck and making the short hairs there stand on end.
I caught his lips instead of answering, shivering as he ran his hands up under my clothes, fingers tickling my ribs and then splaying over my chest, thumbs toying with my piercings.
“Youlikethose,” I murmured against his lips, grinning as Morgan circled my nipples and sent another shiver rolling through me.
“They’re growing on me,” he admitted. “I figure they’re sensitive.”
“Sosensitive,” I confirmed, grinding against him to emphasize the point.
Morgan laughed again, running a hand down my back and tucking it into my jeans, brushing his fingertip over the sensitive spot at the top of my ass.
An undignified whimper made him chuckle, but it earned me another kiss, so I didn’t mind.
“I wanna talk boyfriend privileges,” Morgan murmured, kissing the tip of my nose, resting one hand on my lower back.
“Boyfriend privileges?”
“Mmhmm,” Morgan hummed. “For example, I think I should be allowed to take this hoodie off.”
Oh.Thosekinds of boyfriend privileges.
