Page 82 of One Kind Goal

“You’d be surprised what kind of trouble I can get into with my legs.” Morgan lifted her right leg then dragged her foot along his chest down his abs, pausing right at his eager cock. Using the ball of her foot, she gently massaged his erection, pulling a low growl from him.

He got to his knees, making her foot drop to the bed. “Careful or you’ll spoil all your fun too soon.” Leaning over her, he wrapped one scarf around her slender wrist then secured her hand to the bedpost. He ran his fingers along the length of her arm, stopping to massage her breasts before pressing kisses to her taut nipples. God, he loved the way she writhed on the bed, pleasure written all over her features and her dark hair wild around her head.

After tying her other arm, he cupped her face. “I’m so grateful for this time with you, Morgan.” He angled his hands down to her outstretched body. “You are exquisite. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” She bent her legs, trapping him between them and giving him an amazing preview of what was waiting for him. “I need you inside me, Sawyer. Right now.”

He spent several moments teasing her with his fingers until she let loose a moan. “Hey, you didn’t say what part of me you needed inside you.” He lifted her so her legs rested on his shoulders then he made the best fucking snack of her delicious pussy.

She broke apart on the orgasm, her arms straining against the scarves. “Sawyer, please . . . I . . .”

Deigning it time to get serious, Sawyer opened the condom and rolled it on. He gave her a few moments to catch her breath then he eased into her. She felt so good wrapped tightly around his length. They groaned together when he pumped in and out, slow strokes at first that brought them up the slope.

Morgan closed her eyes as she locked her legs around him and urged him deeper. “Oh . . . I . . . I’m . . .”

“Yeah, baby,” he rasped increasing his pace. “Me too. Me too.”

Filling his hands with her ass cheeks, he lifted her slightly and thrust so deep they both released a little shout that ended on a sigh as they crested the top of that peak.

In that second, in that tiny hold of his breath, in that suspended heartbeat, Sawyer experienced a bliss so amazing he finally understood the meaning of the word perfect.

And then they both cliff-dove into a sea of ecstasy. Morgan shuddered around him and he was pretty sure every one of his atoms had been permanently altered. Altered in a way that would only respond to Morgan from now until he took his last breath.

He draped his body over hers, wrapping his arms around her and wanting to keep her there forever. After a few moments, he slid out of her and rose to his elbows to see her face. Both of their chests rose and fell as they attempted to return to normal breathing.

“You do wonders for me.” He smoothed her hair back. “For my mind, body, and soul.”

Morgan shifted her gaze to meet his, her legs folding around him so he couldn’t move away.

Not that I’d try.

“You do the same for me,” she said. “You’ve become so . . . so important to me, Sawyer.”

He reached up to free her hands and got up to rid himself of the condom. When he returned to the bed, she immediately embraced him. They stayed together like that, bodies wrapped around each other under the thick blankets. Sawyer wanted nothing more than to stay in that cottage with Morgan and Nia, leaving the outside world far, far away. He had everything he needed under that roof.

Except hockey. He did need that too. Eventually.

“Morgan?” He coiled some of her soft hair around his finger.

Her eyes were closed as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Hmm?”

“I love you.” He expected his heart to be racing over letting those words slip out, but it wasn’t. They felt incredibly right to say to her at this moment.

Slowly, her head rose and she met his gaze. Her blue eyes were wide at first, but as she stared at him, her lips turned up at the corners. “I love you too, Sawyer.”

When their mouths melded, that closeness Sawyer had enjoyed when making love to Morgan mere minutes ago amplified to levels he hadn’t known were reachable. This amazing woman loved him, and he planned to make it worth her while to continue to do so.

Their kissing could have easily led to more lovemaking, but a banging sound made them both pause.

“I guess Nia is up,” Morgan said, sitting up.

Sawyer sat up as well and whipped the blankets off them. “What the hell is she doing out there? Adding another room onto the cottage?”

They both threw on some clothes, and when Sawyer opened the bedroom door, he froze at what was happening in the living room.

“Carina?” He marched over to the couch. “What are you doing here?”

But it was pretty clear what she was doing there. Nia’s open suitcase was on the couch, the kid’s clothes haphazardly thrown in. The bookstore tote bag was beside it as was Nia’s purple giraffe he’d bought her.