Page 72 of Under Her

“Just fucking listen to me for a goddamn minute!” I bark at her.

Her eyes flash with surprise, and I don’t like it, but I’ve got her attention, so I take it and run.

“Audrey hit on me. I turned her down. She was just thanking me for turning her down because she knew that she had asked me for the wrong reasons, and she would’ve regretted it if we’d slept together.”

“You turned her down?”

“Of course I did.”

“Why?”

Is she really that blind? Does she really not see that I’m tied up in knots over her and that I have been ever since she came back into my life?

“Because of you!” I yell, frustrated. “How the fuck could I ever want anyone else when all I think about, all I want, is you?”

And then I’m done talking. It’s time for action.

So, I slam my mouth down on hers, and I kiss her.

The ride back to the hotel is a steep learning curve in the art of mastering restraint.

And, no, you kinky bastards, I’m not talking about those kinds of restraints.

I mean, restraint from screwing Morgan right here and now.

Because there is no way I’m having sex with her for the first time in the back of a limo.

Not that I’ve ever had a problem with having sex in a car before. But not with her. The first time with Morgan has to be perfect.

I guess I’m going soft in my Morgan-obsessed state.

But not soft in other places. My cock is currently made of steel. And I’m desperately trying not to impale her with him. But, fuck, it’s difficult.

And she’s not exactly making it easy for me because she’s straddling my lap, her hands in my hair, tongue in my mouth, riding me through our clothes, and I’m fucking dying here.

I’m so desperate to be inside her, it’s bordering on insanity.

Jesus, can this limo go any faster?

I’m half-tempted to drop the divider and offer the guy ten thousand dollars to get us back to the hotel in half the time.

But I don’t want him to get a view of Morgan in her current sexed-up state.

I don’t need to worry though because, a few minutes later, the limo is pulling up to a stop outside our hotel.

I don’t wait for the driver to get the door. And I don’t give a shit that I’m currently sporting the world’s biggest boner. I open the limo door, grab hold of Morgan’s hand, and drag her out of the car with me.

I all but run her through the hotel reception, toward the gardens, and in the direction of our bungalows.

I’m on a mission. And nothing and no one is going to stop me from getting inside her gorgeous body.

I’m digging in my shorts pocket for my room key as we approach the bungalows. Morgan hasn’t said a word, but I can hear heavy breaths beside me, and the sound is making me even harder. Impossibly harder.

I jam the key in the door. Unlock it. Fling it open. Pull her inside. Slam the door shut and push her up against it.

Then, I just stand here and stare at her. Taking her in for a moment.

Her flushed chest is heaving up and down. Her lips are puffy from my kisses. Her eyes are laced with desire. Her gorgeous hair is ruffled.