“I don’t know if I can,” she says so softly it’s barely audible.
“Did someone lay a hand on you? You tell me right now and I’ll go over and put my hands on him and make sure he doesn’t have fingers to touch you with again.”
“It’s not that.”
“A grade?”
She shakes her head from side to side and it’s only then I notice her top teeth biting down hard on her lower lip.
“What’s causing you stress, worry, these problems? I can make it right. I will make it right.”
“Only you can, but I’m not sure you want to.”
“What? How could you ever say that?” I’m not melodramatic, but it damn near sounds like it. I’m not one for hyperbole, or grandiose claims or bold gestures, but dammit! This is something different. She’s different…she’s everything.
“You…you said something back at the coffee shop. Something I didn’t even process until after we left. I was just too caught up in what was happening in that moment that my brain had to go back and process what you said.”
“About you being my woman?”
She nods, her eyes looking up to me submissively and the ache in-between my legs begs to be relieved. “Was that true?”
“No. It wasn’t true,” I begin, watching her entire face and body deflate.
“I knew this was a bad idea,” she said, as her whole body turns toward her door.
“It is true,” I say, causing her to slowly turn back toward me, blossoming like the flower she is.
“I am?”
“You always have been. We just never knew it, until…”
The words wouldn’t come out, nor did I want them to. No more time for talking, only feeling…and showing her just how I feel about her.
I damn near dive to the side, closing the distance between us just as she does the same…our lips crashing hard against the other’s and I know all hell’s about to break loose.
CHAPTER 6
Morgan
I wasn’t sure if it was the sound of thunder or the cabinet door behind me splitting when my back slammed into them as he hoisted me up onto the countertop as if I weighed nothing.
Silverware rattled, or was it the beginning of an earthquake that I’d wanted for so long, so badly?
His lips come off mine and his head pulls back as he just stands there examining my face like it’s a work of art, as I sit perched on his kitchen countertop.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
For a man who just scolded a boy my age about bad language in front of women, he sure knows when and where to use it himself.
The rawness of his words…the way he was coming unhinged both physically and verbally made me feel like I was the one in complete control, even though I knew it was absolutely a facade.
I had no control over him, and certainly none over myself.
“Should we stop…or do you want this?” he growls.
“Are you kidding me? I don’t want this to stop….not now, not ever.”
Slowly a smirk covers his face and his lips dive back in kissing me even harder.
The few seconds his face wasn’t pressed to mine were the only ones since he’d grabbed me right out of my seat and slid us both out the drivers side door and into his house. And with any luck I was here to turn his house into so much more…a home for us.
“God, you taste so good,” he moans into my mouth as his tongue explores deeper.
“I want you to take me,” I moaned back…the key word being take. I feel like he’s holding back and that’s the last thing I want. I want to feel all of him, his power and strength just like the storm outside. I want it all…the downpour of the rain on my skin, the sound of thunder, and the spinning like I’m caught in a tornado.
He stops a second time, pulling back to examine me again as he just shakes his head.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s so damn right,” he says as he leans back into me, pulling my ass toward the edge of the counter allowing my pussy to feel his cock begging to be freed from his pants.
“Prove it,” I demand, and he resumes kissing me hard.
“You’re mine, just like I said in the coffee shop,” he says into my mouth with so much conviction in his words there’s no doubt he believed it with every ounce of his being.
“I need you…inside me.”
He growls and then pulls me the rest of the way off the counter, carrying me I don’t know where…anywhere. All I know is I want out of these wet clothes and him in me.
“Are you ready?”
“Uh huh.”
“I’d ask you if you’ve done this before, but I know you haven’t,” he says, our bodies on the move out of the kitchen.
“How do you know?”
“Because you were meant for me and there’s no way in hell you’d let anyone into that beautiful body of yours,” he says as he supports my entire weight with one hand and sweeps a stack of books off his dining room table.