Chapter Five

Morgan led him down the narrow hall toward her bedroom, their hands clasped, palms pressed tight against each other. Her entire body tingled in anticipation and she stole a look at Evan from over her shoulder, smiling a little when she saw the raw intensity in his hooded gaze as he watched her. His lean, hard body vibrated with a potent sexual energy, and she suddenly felt dizzy.

And full of doubt. What was she getting herself into? She’d never moved this fast before. No, more like she was the type who had to take it slow, who had a certain pattern leading up to the whole sex thing. First three dates all ending with nothing beyond a good night kiss. Fourth date and if she was still interested, maybe she’d allow a bit of petting—over clothes, of course. If things were cruising along smoothly, by the sixth date she was ready to do the deed albeit nothing too wild and crazy.

It always, always went that way. Since she’d graduated from college she rarely deviated from the plan. Jenna told her more than once it was pathetic and had loved teasing her when Morgan went through that Internet dating phase. Mia sympathized—she was just as anal. And she’d probably had a similar plan until she met Jake and he turned her world upside down.

Morgan frowned. Just like Evan was turning her world upside down. Her life hadn’t been normal since Don smacked her in the head with the restaurant door…

He stopped her just as they entered the bedroom and somehow she found herself pressed against the wall just beside the door, their hands still locked together. He stood directly in front of her, so close she could feel the warmth of his body radiating, wrapping all around her.

She reached out and rested her hand on the center of his very wide and very hard chest. His heart beat true and strong beneath her palm, perhaps a bit quicker than usual, which she liked. That she had this much power to affect him so…

It was a heady feeling.

Her fingers curled and she scraped her nails lightly down his chest, tangling briefly in the scant hair that grew in the center, learning every dip and nuance of his firmly packed abdomen. He had a body worthy of a prime athlete, rippling muscles and tight sinew. The faintest tremor ran through him beneath her touch and she smiled, letting her hand rest on the waistband of his jeans. Lifting her pinky finger, she drew it along the line of dark hair that led from his navel and disappeared beneath his jeans.

She could touch him all night. The thrill of unsnapping his jeans, the zipper loud in the quiet of the room when she tugged it down, she heard the hitch in his breath when she spread the gaping denim wide, revealing gray cotton.

And a rather impressive erection strained against the front of it.

Tracing the length of him, her heart beat rapidly at what she was about to experience. He was big. And heavy. His hips lifted in a subtle gesture yet he didn’t say a word and she delved her hand inside his briefs, encountering hot, hard yet soft skin. A rough sound of pleasure escaped him, a hissed inhalation of breath but otherwise he still said nothing.

God. It was actually hotter that no words were spoken. She could silently marvel at the gift before her. With her free hand, she tugged on his jeans, making them fall to about mid-thigh. His underwear followed and soon he was toeing off his shoes, kicking out of his clothes, shedding his socks until he stood before her completely naked.

And she was still completely clothed.

“Got me where you want me?”

Morgan glanced up to find Evan watching her, one eyebrow raised, barely restrained heat filling his eyes. He didn’t look embarrassed in the least to be on such blatant display. “Not exactly.”

His eyebrow rose even further, and she curled her hands into fists. Reaching out, she pushed at him and he stumbled back from her, a surprised expression on his face.

“Get on the bed,” she commanded, secretly surprised at her bossy ways. There was something about how he looked at her, did exactly what she wanted without being a wuss that captivated her. Made her feel in control, in charge of her sexuality rather than always relying on the man to make the move.

With a chuckle he turned and went to the bed, giving her a mouthwatering view of his most impressive backside. It was tight and firm, his thighs large and muscular. Oh, and his back. Broad shoulders that narrowed into lean hips and the two shallowest dimples just above his ass…

Evan turned and collapsed on the bed, the epitome of the casual, going-nowhere reclining man albeit naked as the day he was born. He clasped his hands behind his head, a smirk on his face as he lounged against the pile of pillows at the head of her bed. His cock was thick and standing at full attention, arcing toward his body nearly to his belly button and she realized she stood there staring at him like a dumbass.

“What are you waiting for?” His voice was soft but held an edge of steely command. “Get undressed, Morgan.”

The tables had turned, just like that. Hurriedly she shed her T-shirt and yoga pants, then slithered out of her panties and unhooked her bra. He crocked a finger as soon as she was stripped, all come-hither sexiness. She went to him, gasping in surprise when he tugged her down with one jerk of his fingers about her wrist. Collapsing on top of him, he moved quick, spinning her around so she lay sprawled on the bed, her legs spread, his body nestled intimately between them.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the predatory glow in his gaze, the way his eyes wandered over her face, drinking in her every feature. She wrapped her arms around him, one hand clasping the back of his neck, the other sliding down his back. Marveling at his smooth, hot skin, the way he felt rubbing against her. Hard upon soft, deliciously hairy where she was smooth. Time hung suspended as they stared at each other, her breath stalled in her throat and she pressed ever so gently against his nape.

He attacked her. Devoured her with his mouth, licked at her with his tongue and his hands were everywhere all at once. The urgent press of his cock against her belly drove her on and she whimpered with need, yelping when he pinched her nipple so hard it hurt.

“You like that?” Bending down, he lapped at her still smarting nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Or did I hurt you?”

“I…liked it.” With a wicked smile he did it again, tweaking her nipple between his index finger and thumb, the pain his touch produced an exquisite sort of torture she’d never experienced before.

Oh, it felt good. Too good. He knew exactly what she wanted, which was scary. He stroked her, kissed her all over her body, his mouth and hands lingering on all of her extra sensitive spots. Raining kisses on her belly, he dipped his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. She surged against him, moaning when he stroked her slit carefully with his finger.

“Evan.” She was so wet she could hear how creamy she was between her thighs as he searched her folds. He slid one finger inside her, then another, pumping in and out, slow and steady.

Driving her out of her freaking mind.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, pushing his fingers as deep as they would go. She arched into his hand, grinding herself against his palm and he slipped lower, replacing his hand with his mouth.

His glorious, skilled, unbelievably good mouth.

A choked scream escaped her and she curled her fingers into his hair, holding him to her. He licked her, searching every nook and cranny, a single finger returning to thrust deep. She loved it, loved how he fucked her with his thick finger while sucking her clit. God, she was going to come, she just knew it. It was going to happen, barreling down upon her with no hesitation and she held her breath. Held her body tight, waiting for that one magical moment…

And she fell over the edge, her body consumed with shivers, her inner muscles clutching and releasing around his finger as her climax took her far beyond anything she’d experienced with her vibrator.

There was no replacing the hard, hot flesh of a real live man. No matter how many vibrating levels her toy had, it just wasn’t the same…

“You look far too pleased with yourself.”

His rumbling deep voice brought her out of her orgasm-induced haze and she smiled at him, lifting a weak hand so she could stroke his hair. He lay between her thighs, his mouth quirked in the smallest of smiles, his eyes lit with unrestrained desire. Moving up, he rested his elbows on either side of her head, pressing his mouth to hers, his cock nudging against her hip.

“I’m very pleased,” she murmured after breaking the kiss. “And I think it’s your turn to be pleased.”

“If you’re lucky, I have a feeling you’ll be—pleased again. And very soon.”

“Oooh, if I’m lucky, huh?” She liked a man with cocky confidence in bed. There was no doubt in her mind Evan could deliver.

“I think you’re about to become very lucky indeed.” He kissed her again, his tongue deep in her mouth, his big hands wrapped tight around her hips. She wiggled against him, her body responding immediately to his touch.

She couldn’t wait to get lucky again.

Evan withdrew from Morgan so she could move, watching with anticipation as she rolled over and reached for the bedside table drawer. She was looking for a condom, doing the right thing and yeah, that was great but all he could think about was the amazing view he was being offered.

Morgan lying on her stomach, her delectable ass perched and ready for him. This was the first time he was actually going to get inside her and he knew it was only the proper thing to do it the old fashioned way, face-to-face.

But admiring her ass, he knew it would be fucking unbelievable to take her from behind. Watching as he sunk his cock inside her, sliding in and out and glistening from her juices, he’d wrap his arm around her and touch her clit. Her entire body would quiver, she’d toss back her head, her hair spilling across her shoulders as she shuddered around him and moaned his name…

He broke out in a sweat just thinking about it. Hell, his cock dribbled pre-come in anticipation. Without thought he grabbed her, wrapped his hands around her slender waist and dragged her on her knees toward him.

“What are you doing? Oh.” She gasped when he grasped hold of his cock and dragged it between her lush cheeks. She trembled, a murmur of undeniable approval escaped her.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered. And she was. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal, she shifted her knees, spreading a little for him and he caught a glimpse of creamy pink flesh, open and ready for him. “Give me the condom.”

Bearing her weight on one hand, she turned and handed him the little foil packet, watching him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen and damp from his. Her hair was a tumbled mess, and she had that I-just-came look that beautiful women wore so well.

He wanted to put that look on her face again, times two. Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled the condom on, his fingers shaking in the process.

Damn. She was really doing a number on him.

“Tell me no if you don’t want this,” he murmured, his hands pulling on her waist once more, positioning her perfectly. “You’re just so damn hard to resist.”

“N-no.” She shook her head and he paused, his hands dropping from her waist. Disappointment crashed through him. Was she outright rejecting him? Or just rejecting him taking her from behind?

“I mean yes.” She hung her head low and took a deep breath. “I just don’t want you to think I’m…”

“You’re thinking too much.” He stroked her back, marveling at her smooth skin, the way she leaned into his touch. “Just relax. Enjoy it.”

Slowly he entered her. Inch by excruciating inch he slipped inside, torturing himself. Her inner walls clamped around him, hot and wet and inviting. Further and further he went until he was fully seated inside her, the both of them panting heavily when he paused.

He withdrew then surged inside her again, establishing a slow but steady rhythm, captivated with the scene before him. She worked with his movements, her body sliding up and down his cock, her butt bumping against his hips. Little whimpers escaped her every time he went deep, and he groaned in answer.

Damn, this was amazing. If she was just some bimbo he picked up for a quick fuck he would’ve completely taken over. Grabbed her hard and rammed inside her until he came with a fury that exhausted him.

But she wasn’t a bimbo. He already was trying to figure out how he could see her again. He wanted to make it good for her, wanted to make this last. Despite the familiar tingling at the base of his spine, the heavy weight of his balls, he was ready to come.

He wouldn’t, though. Not yet.

“Harder,” she gasped, grinding against him in a swaying movement that had his eyes almost crossing. He broke out into a sweat, his breath sounding like a bellows as it sawed in and out of his lungs. He wasn’t moving a muscle but she was working his cock, her frantic movements telling him she was close.

And he was always one who wanted to please.

Evan took her harder, slammed into her faster, his control slipping with his every thrust. He wanted it to build, damn it. Wanted to ensure she would have an even better orgasm than the first one. “I’m not gonna last,” he muttered between harsh pants of breath.

“Me either.” She sounded thrilled. “Oh God, I’m coming.”

Her velvety hot muscles tightened around him and then a gush of wetness, her entire body shuddering as she came. She whispered his name, lowered her head to the mattress and he surged against her, his orgasm taking him over.

He came with a gusty shout of her name, his hands so tight about her hips he’d probably left a mark. Again and again he shuddered his release and he wondered if his entire body drained of fluid with that one orgasm.

It certainly felt like it.

When he found the strength he released his hold on Morgan and withdrew from her body. Got rid of the condom in the little trashcan in her bathroom then slipped back into bed, drawing her close. She snuggled even closer, her lithe body wrapped around him and he rested his cheek on top of her head, breathing in her fragrant, slightly damp hair.

He was exhausted. She seemed tired too. Her body was limp, her breathing even and it felt so damn right, holding her close. Her mouth pressed against his neck in the lightest of kisses and damn if his dick didn’t offer a halfhearted reaction.

“Stay the night?” There was caution in her voice. He hugged her close and dropped a kiss on her head.

“Yeah. I’m wiped.” He closed his eyes. Being tired wasn’t the only reason he wanted to stay.

He liked her, wanted to get to know her better. The chemistry between them was off the charts. The sex was like nothing he’d experienced in a long time, if ever. He wanted to explore this, see how far they could take it, see if she could be…

The one.

His eyes snapped open and he stared unseeingly in the dark. This was crazy. And happening so fast, it kind of blew his mind.

Okay, it really blew his mind. If he thought about it too much he would fill himself with doubt and that was the absolute last thing he needed to do.

Instead, he closed his eyes once more and let exhausted satisfaction take over. His body still hummed pleasantly from the orgasm and she was lightly stroking him, her fingernails grazing over his chest. It felt damn good, too damn good and his cock was reacting rather aggressively considering he just came like a beast only a few minutes earlier.

So he did what any other assuming man would do. He rolled her over so he lay on top of her, her legs wound around his waist and he kissed her welcoming mouth. “Tell me where I can filch another one of those condoms.”

Morgan giggled and waved a hand toward the bedside table. “Over there.”

And he did.