She whispered his name, her fingers plunging once more into the hair at the back of his head. Tugging, she tried to draw him closer and he resisted. Did she feel the same way? This urgent, pounding need to take and plunder and fuck until they were both spent?
But not in his truck. This was just…ridiculous. He wasn’t some horny teenager ready to get it on because he had nowhere else to strip a girl naked. He was a grown man with a house and a perfectly good—and large—bed waiting for the both of them to put to proper use.
Just one taste, f
irst. Just one…
He licked her, drawing a circle around her nipple once, twice with his tongue. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she whimpered, a soft cry escaping her when he wrapped his lips around her nipple. She tasted sweet, hot and exquisitely feminine and the way she wound herself around him, her entire body quivering…
Damn. He quivered too. It was amazing. She was amazing.
Grazing her sensitive flesh with his teeth, he cupped her neglected breast, his busy fingers tugging on the fabric of her top until she was completely exposed. She ground her hips against him, driving him fucking crazy and his cock strained against the fly of his jeans, desperate to burst free.
Morgan stilled, her entire body taut and she pulled on his hair so hard he yelped. “Ssh. Listen.”
He leaned his head against her chest and tried to hear but there was only her wildly beating heart, her sweet fragrance enveloping him. Closing his eyes, he kissed her, licked her and she pulled his hair again.
“Someone’s coming.”
Oh yeah, he planned on her being the one who was coming. She was so damn responsive he was half inclined to see if he could make her come just by sucking on her nipples.
It would be a first for him. If only she weren’t wearing jeans. A skirt would be much easier. He could slide his hand underneath the fabric, slip his fingers beneath her panties and encounter nothing but wet, hot flesh…
“Evan. Someone’s out there, they’re getting into the car right next to us.”
Her frantic tone broke through the lust-induced cloud surrounding him and he pulled away from her, yanking her shirt up so she was mostly covered. She climbed off him and tumbled into the passenger seat, a disheveled, sexy little mess. Her hair was half out of her once sleek ponytail, little strands framing her heart-shaped face. He hadn’t covered her completely with the tank and her silky flesh enticed him, as did her swollen lips.
She was gorgeous. Just looking at her got his blood pumping into overdrive.
“I, uh, got a little out of control, I guess,” he finally said when the people next to them piled into their car and started it, pulling out of the slot.
“So did I,” she admitted, her soft voice winding all around him. Just like that he wanted her even more.
How the hell was that possible?
“Do I need to apologize?” He hoped the answer was no. If he offended her or freaked her out he’d kick his own ass.
“For what? I was a willing participant.”
Mmm, yeah, she had been. Those sexy little sounds she made had driven him out of his mind. What sort of noises would she make the first time he slid inside her?
He desperately wanted to find out.
“But I should probably go,” she continued. “It’s been sort of a—rough day.”
Reality crashed down all around him. He’d pushed too hard, and she was retreating. And he was never the one who pushed hard.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She nodded and nibbled on her lower lip. God, that was sexy. “Thank you for taking me out for drinks. I’m sorry it got ruined by Don.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” He should’ve never gotten confrontational with that asshole. It ruined the entire night.
Of course, if it hadn’t happened he might never have got Morgan in his truck, in his arms.
“Well, maybe it was. A little.” She smiled and shook her head. “You’re a really nice guy.”
“Really nice?” He was almost offended at the general statement.