Part 13 (2/2)

Arching her back, her p.u.s.s.y contracted tight against his finger and her juices poured out onto his hand. She screamed, a prolonged howl of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her body jerked with the force of her o.r.g.a.s.m but he held on, riding out the storm with her, continuing to drink up her come as it gushed forth. Finally, she relaxed her hips to the bed and the pulses inside her subsided. Tony lapped up her juices, loath to leave the erotic spot between her legs. But there was more to come. They'd just begun. He crawled up to lay beside her.

She reached for him and cradled her hands on either side of his face, pulling him to her mouth for a heated kiss. She focused on his lips, licking all her sweet honey off him. f.u.c.k, that was erotic as h.e.l.l. Never before had a woman done that. Morgan Brown was one incredible woman.

Apparently one insatiable woman, too, since the next words out of her mouth were, ”f.u.c.k me, Tony. Now.”

Chapter Ten.

Morgan hoped Tony had stamina, because she had years of lost s.e.x to make up for. Judging from the way her body reacted to him, it planned on making up all three years in less than a week.

At his wide-eyed look she smiled. ”Tired?”

He arched a brow. ”Are you kidding? I'm never too tired to f.u.c.k. Especially someone as hot as you.”

His words kicked her sensuality level into overdrive. She simply couldn't get enough

of him. He'd brought her to the brink and sent her over the edge so many times

already in the past few days, she couldn't believe she still had any energy left.

”Your mouth is incredible,” she said, still tasting herself on his lips as she lightly flicked her tongue over his.

He sucked in a breath. ”You taste like honey. Honey that poured all over me when

you came.”

Her nipples tightened and budded as he brushed his thumbs over them. ”I can't tell you what it feels like to have a man's hands on me again. Thank you.”

She could hardly believe the tenderness she read in his eyes, but there it was.

”My pleasure. Thank you.”

c.o.c.king her head to the side, she asked, ”For what?”

”For letting me be the first man to touch you again.”

How could a man like him exist? So full of life, fun and potent s.e.xuality, he was

perfect for her. But also totally wrong. She didn't need or want a man again. Having been one man's prisoner for five years was enough to last her a lifetime. And then she'd spent three years in s.e.xual solitude. Now her lonely days were over. And so were the days of being committed to one man.

She was free. Free to explore her s.e.xuality with as many men as she chose.

Right now she chose Tony.

”So, about that s.e.x...” she said again.

He grinned and leaped off the bed, taking her hand and dragging her with him.

”Where are we going?”

”Outside.”

She dug in her heels near the front door. ”Outside? It's raining.”

”So? It's warm out there and I want some air.”

She shook her head and followed him through the front door. He led her to the porch swing and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. The sun was beginning to rise, its light barely visible through the relentless rainstorm. But Tony was right. It was hot and humid. She inhaled the clean fragrance of Mother Nature's shower.

”Beautiful out here,” he whispered against her ear, then took a nibble of her earlobe.

Morgan s.h.i.+vered and nodded. ”Yes. Quiet, peaceful. One of the things I love most about living here. No rush, no hurry. Life is relaxed and happens at its own pace.”

He brushed his hand over her tangled hair.

”I probably look a mess,” she said, trying to smooth the flying tendrils back.

Tony held her wrist. ”Don't. You look beautiful. Tousled, messy and s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.”

She sighed and leaned back against him, letting him push the swing and glide them both. The rhythmic movements along with the warm rain lulled her into a completely relaxed state. Her eyelids felt heavy and fluttered closed. She'd just rest against his chest for a minute or two until she got her second wind. After all, they had been up all night.

The next thing she knew the sun was peeking through the last of the clouds. The rains had lessened to a light shower, and she was still curled up on Tony's lap, her head on his shoulder and his arms tightly wound around her. She looked up at him and smiled. He was asleep.

Long, curling black lashes rested against his cheeks, his hair unkempt like hers. G.o.d he was gorgeous. She took the opportunity to examine his face up close. He was sculpted like a statue with prominent cheekbones and a straight nose, full lips a woman would pay money to have and those sinfully long eyelashes.

He opened his eyes and smiled sleepily at her. ”We fell asleep.”

She nodded. ”Yes. I don't know for how long, though.”

”You snore,” he said with a wink.

”I do not!” She pushed against him and stood, then stretched her sore muscles.

He laughed at her. ”Yeah, you do. Little girlie snores. Kinda cute.”

Instead of a response she glared at him, but he looked at her with such a goofy expression she couldn't hide her smile.

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