“I could grant you that,” I said, grinning at him as he fingered the hem.
The hoodie came off in a hurry, Morgan barely giving me time to raise my arms up to help.
I shivered as the cool air in the cabin hit my bare arms, mostly unprotected by my thin t-shirt. Morgan stepped close again, sharing his body heat, smiling down at me with so muchfeelingin his eyes.
Love. I could see the love in them.
“You cold?” he asked, running a hand up over my t-shirt and circling his thumb around one of my nipples. I couldn’t help squirming all over again, the contrast between cool air and warm hand almost too much for me.
“Just happy to see you,” I teased, toying with the waistband of his underwear and then thinking better of it. Morgan was in the mood to torture me, which meant it was only fair if I tortured him right back.
Besides, I knew I got to keep him now. We could take our time.
“What a coincidence,” Morgan said, gripping my ass with his free hand again and grinding against me, hard cock rubbing against my own. “Happy to see you, too.”
We were suddenly kissing again, but I didn’t exactlymindthat. Morgan could’ve kissed me non-stop for a week and I wouldn’t have complained.
I moaned as he rolled his hips against me, clinging tight to his sweater, working my hand between us. Morgan growled a low, primal,deliciousgrowl as my palm skimmed down the length of his cock, fingers curling around it through his underwear.
“Boyfriend privileges,” I murmured, nipping at his lip. “This is all mine now.”
Morgan growled again, and I was so into that I was in danger of coming in my underwear like a teenager at thethoughtof it.
“I don’t need you to be gentle with me,” I breathed against his lips, tightening my thighs around his waist and gripping his cock hard. “I want everything you’ve got.”
Boyfriend privileges, I thought to myself. One of them had to be that Morgan didn’t feel like he needed to hold back, that I could have all the force he was capable of.
Not that the sex before now hadn’t been satisfying, but I knew there was more.
“You sure about that?” Morgan asked, giving my waist a firm squeeze that made heat rush south.
“I’m sure you’d never hurt me,” I said. “And I’mpositiveI’ll make it worth your while.”
“Well, inthatcase,” Morgan said, moving both hands to my ass and lifting me clear off the counter, leaving me scrambling to get a grip on him. He laughed, settling my weight as though I was no heavier than a doll.
My cock rubbed against his stomach as he moved me, stars bursting in my brain, pushing out any thought other than howhotthis was.
“Better give my boyfriend what he wants.”
* * *
I’d never get enoughof the way Morgan felt on top of me, big and warm and heavy, like a human security blanket, only sexier.
I’d never get enough of kissing him, either. Not when he let me have whatever I wanted, long needy kisses that didn’t really go anywhere, just the two of us pressed together as close as we could be, exploring each other.
But I wanted more, and I could only wait so long.
“Do you ever quit squirming?” Morgan chuckled, pinning me down one-handed and pulling away to look me in the eyes.
I shook my head. “Not unless you knock me out.”
A wolfish grin I’d never seen before spread over Morgan’s face. “Oh yeah?” he asked, skimming a hand up my naked belly, all the way to my throat, thumb tilting my chin up.
Goddamnthis was hot.
I swallowed. Morgan was getting the hang of not needing to hold back in waysIhadn’t even realized I wanted.
“Could be arranged,” he rumbled, running the hand back down again, brushing fingertips over my collarbones and raising goosebumps.
