With no clothing barriers in her way, she immediately closed her mouth around him. He didn’t have time to tell her no or try to get the upper hand. His entire body tensed and then he ground out, “Morgan.”
She took as much of him in her mouth as she could, then she took a little more. As she took him deeper, she cupped his balls and tugged down, making him curse and grip her tighter. The muscles in his arms flexed and grew more pronounced, as if he held himself back from her with more force than she could ever imagine.
She flicked her tongue over the head of his penis, and with him still in her mouth, she murmured.
“Fuck. No more.”
He ripped her off of him, tossed her up on the bed and slid the condom over his length. She watched him, aroused at the sight of his hands on his flesh. She could tell he was well endowed from their groping in the cab earlier, but hot damn he was huge. He yanked her ankle until she practically hung off the side of the bed, wrapped her legs around his waist, and claimed her lips.
With one quick thrust, he was buried inside of her. She screamed his name and clung to him, wanting more. He was holding himself back. “Please. I need you.”
His jaw flexed, and his grip on her tightened. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She dug her boots into the skin of his butt. “Don’t you dare hold out on me now.”
He seemed to snap. To finally lose what little bit of self-control he’d held onto. He growled and slammed into her hard. Her body stretched to accommodate him and clenched with the pleasure. He did it again, harder, and she clawed at his back, probably drawing blood. He didn’t seem to even notice. He increased his tempo, captured her mouth again, and lifted her butt higher.
She clung to him, letting him sweep her away. As the pressure increased, demanding release, she cried out his name and begged, “Please. I’m so close.” He tilted his hips as he thrust inside of her and she burst. Everything seemed to disappear except the way he made her feel.
“Morgan,” he ground out and then thrust into her three more times. He grunted and she felt him stiffen. His entire body went taut before he collapsed on top of her and buried his face in her neck.
Their unsteady breathing blended together, filling the otherw
ise silent room. He held her flush against his hard body, still buried deep inside of her. Now was the time she usually shoved the man away and thanked him for the fun, to separate the pleasure she could find in bed with a man from the reality of being an independent woman.
And she realized that for the first time ever, she didn’t want to let go yet.
Eh, crap. She might be in over her head with Mike. In her defense, no other man had ever made her feel so damned good before, either. But the fact that she wasn’t ready for him to leave was all the more reason he should. She released him and drew in a deep breath. All she smelled was hard, sexy man. “Well, that was fun.”
He rose up on his elbows, a cocky grin on those magical lips of his. “Fun, huh?”
“Yeah.” When he kissed the side of her neck, she pushed against his chest. “You should probably go now. I have to get up early in the morning.”
He drew back, his eyebrows drawn together. “Excuse me? Are you kicking me out already?”
Was she?
“Yep.”
“Wow. You’re brutal.” He gave a soft laugh and withdrew from her. He rose to his feet and crossed the room to her trashcan. With his back to her, he removed the condom. “I usually wait until the girl at least comes down from her high before kicking her out of bed.”
She kicked off her boots, pulled back the bedcovers, climbed underneath and yanked them up to her chin, oddly modest and insecure now that he’d rocked her world. This was a new feeling to her, too. Since when did she get shy after amazing sex? This was ridiculous. She was naked in bed with a sheet up to her chin. “Yeah, well, I’m not you.”
He shook his head, laughing again, and stepped into his boxers. As she watched him, she wondered if she’d kicked him out too soon. Maybe they could have had a bit more fun before he left. But then she remembered how content she’d been in his arms and she knew she had made the right choice. Besides, he didn’t exactly look downtrodden over the fact that she’d booted him out. He didn’t care and neither did she. Not really. She couldn’t afford to grow attached to a man right now.
She had to focus on her career, not on the whims of a man.
He slid on his jeans, his intense blue-green eyes locked on her. “I’m not used to this. I’m usually the one doing the pushing away. I don’t think I like it.”
She rolled her eyes. “You like it fine. You just wanted to be the one to push first.”
“And you didn’t?” He yanked his shirt over his head and she watched those gorgeous abs until they disappeared under the material. “You don’t think that’s why you’re telling me to go?”
No. Yes. Maybe. She pasted on a cool smile. “I’m just tired.”
“Mmm hmm.”
He clearly didn’t believe her. And worse? She didn’t believe herself, either. He stepped into his sneakers and pulled out his phone. “Can I have your number?”