He liked that about her more than he should have. Shutting off his annoying brain from analyzing her psyche, he fell on top of her and melded his mouth to hers. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, surging up against him. His body begged to hurry up and bury himself inside of her, but he ignored the urge. This was not a time to rush. He deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth to hers so he could gain better access. Hell, she tasted good. Like whiskey sour and something sweet. She reached around him, grabbed on to the back of his shirt, and tugged.
He stopped kissing her long enough to rip the shirt over his head, then went back for more. She ran her hands all over his chest and looked at him through her lashes. When she licked her lips, he bit back a groan. The sight of her pink tongue darting out sent a fist of need straight to his stomach. He didn’t think it was possible but his jeans had grown even tighter than they’d been before.
She caressed his abs. “Damn. If I knew you were hiding amazing pecs and a six pack under there, I would’ve climbed all over you in that booth and I wouldn’t have cared who saw us.”
“I would’ve cared.”
“If you say so, Green Light.” He laughed despite himself. She’d heard that? Before he could respond she said, “Take the rest off.”
He slid off of her and began undoing his belt. He took his time, enjoying the way she watched him. When he unclasped the latch, he murmured. “I told you, I don’t share.”
She lifted up on her elbows, her gaze at cock level. “Then hurry the hell up before I take matters into my own hands.”
The thought of her pleasuring herself while he watched was tempting but it was for another time. Right now he would be the one doing the pleasuring. “Don’t even think about it.”
He ripped the belt open and undid his fly, and as he stepped out of his jeans, she trailed her hand down her own tight stomach. Fuck, he’d seen lots of women do that in his time, and they all did it because they thought it looked sexy. But with her, he had a feeling she didn’t even know or care how damn sexy he thought she looked when she did it. She didn’t have to try to be hot. She just was.
He pulled a condom out of his pocket before he dropped the jeans to the floor. Her eyes flitted to the foil in his hand, then back to his abs. “Take the boxers off, too.”
He started to take them off but froze with his hands on his waistband. There she went again, calling all of the shots. “Uh-uh.”
“Excuse me?” She blinked up at him. “Why the hell not?”
He pointed at her. “Your shorts go first, and then your panties.” He cocked his head. “You can keep the boots.”
She looked like she might argue but then she stood up, kicked off her boots—no doubt just to get under his skin—and slid her shorts down her long, perfect legs.
Holy fuck, she didn’t have underwear on. If he’d known that, he would have forgotten all of his rules and buried his fingers inside of her in the cab. The driver wouldn’t have had a clue. She was gloriously, beautifully naked minus the sparkling bra. The curve of her hips begged for his hands and so did the small patch of curls between her legs.
He took a stumbling step toward her but she sat down on the bed and held her leg out—resting her foot on his thigh and keeping him back. “Put my boots back on first.”
Fuck yeah. He knelt at her feet and picked up the right boot. Before he slid it back into place, he kissed a trail up her calf to her knee. The higher he got, the more her leg trembled in his hands. By the time he slid her boot on, her fingers were in his hair and she was urging him higher, begging without words for him to continue up her leg and bury his face in her warmth.
He pulled away and picked up the other boot. This time he started at the top of her leg, just an inch or so above her knee. He nibbled at her soft skin and she moaned out loud. “You wanted me to wear them. So just put the damn boot on already.”
He ignored her and worked his way over her knee, down her calf, to her ankle—which he bit gently. She cried out and scooted toward the edge of the bed. As if she could force him to do what she wanted if she just scooted a little bit closer.
He slid the boot into place and then leaned back on his haunches. “Now that’s hot.”
She held her hands out. “Get over here.”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
He didn’t answer. Just crossed his arms.
She’d started this game and would find out what he planned to do soon enough.
Chapter Four
Morgan swallowed hard. He was shooting her the most powerful, darkly passionate look she’d ever seen in
her whole life—a look that promised she would be whimpering with pleasure any minute—but he wasn’t coming any closer.
Why?
She might be fairly freethinking when it came to sex but she didn’t know what his game was. Had she made a mistake in bringing him here? Was it too late to call chicken and send him packing? Up until now, he’d been refreshingly alpha male in the face of her own thirst for control in bed. It had been a surprise she welcomed whole-heartedly.