“Can’t. Think.”
He laughed lightly, then took my nipple into his mouth while twisting the other with his fingers. Then his mouth was on my neck, his fingers were pushing inside me. It was all too much. His touch, his kisses, the way he whispered every word. I knew I wouldn’t be walking out of here the same person.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, princess. You’re so beautiful. I want to hear you cry out my name. God, you feel so good.”
It wasn’t lost on me when he said he had wanted to be with me for so long. How long was so long? Two weeks? Two months? Years? How long had I wanted him? Maybe since the first time I first saw him all those years ago. Every word, every touch made me feel like I was free falling into a black hole, and I had no idea whether I would be able to simply walk away from him tomorrow morning like nothing had happened.
I had to, though. I had promised Blake one night of no-strings sex.
“Morgan,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the base of my neck and slipped his fingers back inside me.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I made a promise to myself.
I’ll walk away tomorrow. I have to.
“BLAKE.”
The way she whispered my name and lifted her hips as her body clenched around my fingers nearly had me losing my control, which was already hanging on by a thread.
Slow down, Blake. Christ almighty, slow the hell down.
My hand slipped from her warmth and teased her swollen clit. I wanted to hear her cry out my name again and again. See her tremble while her orgasm raced through her body. I knew the moment I slipped inside her I would lose my shit. There was no doubt in my mind that tonight would leave me half of who I had been. I’d never experienced what was happening with any other woman before in my life.
“You are so beautiful, Morgan.” I whispered as I kissed along her jaw. “I want you so fucking badly I can hardly think straight.”
Her fingers dug into my back. “I’m yours. Completely yours.”
The tightness in my chest was something new. I wanted those words to be true. Not just something she said in the heat of passion.
One night. It’s only one night. Then you’ll see it was lust. That’s it.
Lust my ass. Everything about Morgan and tonight is different.
My knee pushed her legs apart, and she spread open for me. Grabbing me by the ass, she pulled me to her, silently begging me to push inside her.
“Blake, stop teasing me. Please, I need to feel you.”
Reaching across the bed, I opened my side drawer and pulled out a few condoms.
“Wait.”
Her voice instantly made me stop.
Fuck me. She’s changing her mind.
Turning to face her, I asked, “Did you change your mind?”
Her eyes widened with surprised before she laughed. “God, no. It’s just . . . well . . . since this is a night of doing things I don’t normally do I was thinking. Well, what I mean is. I guess I wanted to . . .”
Frowning, I shook my head. “Tell me, Morgan.”
Her eyes jerked to mine, and I could see the doubt in them. I’d give anything to take that way.
“Never mind. It was stupid.”
The mood in the bedroom instantly went from hot to cold. Like someone had thrown ice water on both of us.
“Please don’t do that. Tell me what you were trying to say, princess. I’m trying so hard to go slow and not just push inside you and fuck you until you scream out my name.”