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 c**k 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 f**k, 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.
But now…?
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Looking.” He cocked a brow. Man, he liked to do that. “Am I not allowed to look?”
“I’d like you to do more than look.”
His eyes lit up and he grinned. He trailed his fingers over her bare leg, inching higher. “Roll over.”
“No way.” She shook her head. “Not happening.”
“Why not?”
“No.”
He laughed lightly. “Never mind. Stay where you are. We’ll save it for next time.”
“Who said you’re getting a next time?” She paused, overcome with a moment of panic. She wasn’t interested in a relationship—long-term or short-term, unless short-term only meant one night. Certainly he didn’t think…
She remembered his grandiose stoplight speech from the bar and relaxed.
No, this is temporary fun for both of us.
He nibbled on her thigh and she dropped her head back on the bed, closed her eyes and surrendered herself to his lips. In her haze of desire, she thought she might have heard him reply “me,” but she wasn’t sure. And she wasn’t asking him to repeat himself, or he would be distracted from the delicious things he was doing to her leg.
As he inched higher, his hair teased her skin. When he nibbled on her hip, she spread her legs wider, allowing him better access. He scooted her lower on the bed, until her ass barely hung off the edge. Then, without any warning or teasing, his mouth was on her. His tongue was flicking her clit, sending a hard jolt of pleasure rocking through her.
He’d been going so slowly and teasingly—she’d been certain the torture would continue until she was ready to burst—so the onslaught of pleasure took her off guard. It was almost too much, too fast. She rocked her hips up, trying to break his hold over her. She wasn’t ready. Hadn’t prepared herself for…
Oh, God.
She burst into a million pieces, unable to believe that he had made her come within seconds of touching her. The way he acted indicated he would be good in bed, but there had been men who’d fallen short on that unspoken promise. Not Mike. No, he delivered and he delivered right away. She was still shaking when he crawled up her body and made quick work of her bra. When she was naked, he closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking it deeply in his mouth.
He didn’t even give her a second to recover from the mind-shattering orgasm he’d given her. He went right back to work on blowing her mind…again. Bless him.
As he sucked the taut bud in his mouth, his fingers pushed into her. Her whole body tensed around him. Begged for his touch. He pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit and moved his fingers inside of her. Slowly at first, but then faster as she squirmed and moaned. He scraped his teeth against her nipple and she cried out before burying her hands in his hair. She yanked hard, making him release his hold on her.