Take Me (Take a Chance 4)

She gripped the sheets with white knuckles. “What? Are you insane?”

“No.” He swirled his tongue over her again, sucking gently. She tensed, her whole body straining for release. His own need demanded he stop this game. Demanded he bury himself inside of her and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight. But he pulled back again, stilling his fingers inside of her. “Tell me.”

“Please,” she panted, her cheeks flushed. “Stop talking.”

“After you admit it.” His mouth dried out. If his plan backfired, then he would kick himself in the fucking nuts. If she told him to fuck off, he would die. “Tell me you want me.”

“Just take me,” she said, her arms open to him.

And he wanted to. Fuck, he wanted to. “Say it. Say you need me as much as I need you.”

She squeezed her eyes closed. “Why?”

“I—I need to hear it.”

And he did. But…why?

She seemed to sense how important this was to him. How much he needed this right now. And for once? She didn’t fight him. “I need you. I need you right now.”

And then, within seconds, he was on his knees, and he was pleasuring her with his mouth. Her legs tightened around his head, squeezing tight. He swirled his tongue around her clit, sucking and scraping and licking. Her cries got louder and harder, her hips moved faster and more demandingly.

She froze, her whole body tight and tense. When she collapsed against the mattress, he positioned himself at her entry, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit. She cried out and convulsed again.

When he shoved into her, she was still quivering from her climax. And her inner muscles squeezed him tight, drawing him in deeper. He’d always prided himself on being able to last for hours. Being able to make a woman come all fucking ni

ght. He could almost sit back like a bystander, coldly calculating his next move.

But with Morgan, all that restraint was gone.

And he needed to come now or he might die.

He thrust inside of her, pressing his thumb to her clit and deepening his strokes. She clung to him, calling his name like a litany. And he knew, right then, that this woman was not like other women. That this woman had the power to bring him to his knees…and leave him there for the rest of his life.

And if that wasn’t a fucking red light, he didn’t know what was.

She seemed to sense him pulling away. Sensed his panic. She grasped his head, yanking down until their lips met. Her tongue dueled with his and he forgot all his reservations and the reasons he should be running. He moved inside of her, groaning when her body clenched down on him.

She climaxed again at the same time he did. And when he came back down to reality…he knew he was completely fucked. His instinctual desire to flee from whatever the fuck was wrong with him struck, and he didn’t fight it this time.

They’d barely finished when he jumped off of her and strode into the bathroom. By the time he came out, she was dressed in her shorts and pink tank top she’d worn last night, wringing her hands in her lap. She looked up at him, her blue eyes confused and lost. And truth be told, he felt lost, too.

The urge to comfort her, to pull her into his arms and heal her, was strong. So strong that he almost couldn’t resist it. But then again, his desire to remain single was pretty damn strong, too. A lot stronger.

“I know this is confusing but we’ll get it all sorted out.” He stepped into his jeans. Right now, he needed to go home, get changed, and get his ass to school. This shit storm he’d gotten himself into would have to wait. “We can look at this some more tonight. I know you have to work. I’ll pick you up from the bar at two.”

She played with her shirt. “You don’t have to. I can catch a ride home with Hugh.”

“No.”

The reply came from somewhere deep within him and was so harshly said, she jumped and looked at him with wide eyes. Even he barely recognized his voice.

“Um, okay. You realize Hugh and I are just friends, right?”

“You might feel that way. He doesn’t.”

She lifted a shoulder. “Oh well. That doesn’t stop him from giving me a ride home.”

“I’ll come get you.” He yanked his shirt over his head, trying to get a hold of himself. He grabbed his keys and the room card and headed for the door. “After all, I am your husband.”