Chapter Eleven

I wouldn’t push her. Not one way or the other.

I needed her to want me enough to take a risk. To break her rules. Because my rules were pretty much crumbling, and I wanted to make love to her like I wanted my next powder turn.

No, more than that. I closed my eyes and searched around in my head and my heart. Checked in with all my body parts. Yep. Waaaaaayyyy more than that.

Pretty sure I wanted her like she was someone I couldn’t live without.

Holy fuck. Dude.

I froze. Maybe this was a bad idea. If I went any further with Morgan, I’d want to go all the way. And not just fucking. I’m talking relationship. Maybe even marriage. Babies. Who the fuck knows?

Not sure I was ready for that. I definitely wasn’t interested in a long-distance relationship, which is what it would be, anyway. Being single was too easy and fun. No obligations. No worries about getting hurt, or hurting someone else.

Then again, maybe she would be the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me, and—

Her body weight shifted, lifted off me. I squeezed my eyes shut harder, afraid to see the look on her face. The one that said this was over before it started.

Her lips brushed across mine, so light I wasn’t sure it happened. I cracked my eyelids. Her face hung close enough the lines were soft. Out of focus.

I held my breath and waited. She tilted her head and nudged my mouth with hers. Flicked the tip of her tongue out, searing a line on my upper lip. She sucked on my lower lip and my dick twitched so hard, I’d swear she was sucking it instead.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled against her mouth.

“Kissing you.” She sat up partway and rolled her eyes. “Duh.”

A laugh shook my chest, but I didn’t let it out. Didn’t want to risk killing her mood.

“Okay. Just making sure you know what you’re doing.”

“I always know what I’m doing.” Her eyebrows knit. “I’m just not always sure how it will turn out.”

“Well, I think, if you keep kissing me, it’s going to turn out spectacular.”

“Then shut up and let me get back to what I was doing.”

Straight up joy vibrated from the soles of my feet to my heart, up into my head, pushing out all the worries. “Yes, ma’am.”

****

Fifteen minutes of kissing Daniel without another body part touching, and I couldn’t take it any more. I let my hips drop and pressed my pussy against his rigid cock again. Bright, hot tension spiked at my core.

He groaned and flipped us.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close. He rolled his hips in a languid motion, putting pressure on me from bottom to top, and swept his tongue through my mouth. I arched to meet him. To get more.

His fingers trailed down the inside of my arm. Traced the underside of my breast. My nipple tightened, and I did my best to shove it toward his palm. He ignored my silent request and with a nip and pull on my lower lip that made my insides quiver, left my mouth to draw his lips along my jaw. Down my neck.

Each nibble, each slow suck, each lick, sent building waves of pleasure rippling through me. I was losing my mind, and we hadn’t even gotten to second base. Fear tightened my chest.

I slid my hands into the silky strands of his hair and tugged until his head came up, eyes full of questions.

“You okay?”

I shook my head. “Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing, which means I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

“Does this feel good to you?”

“Too good.”

“Then clearly we’ve established that I know what I’m doing.” His lips twitched. “So, we’re fine.”

“Ha, ha.” I shoved my palm against the firm muscles of his chest. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” The laughter disappeared from his eyes. One rough palm cupped my cheek. His thumb slid up and down my cheekbone in soothing strokes. His hazel eyes focused on mine. “Relax. I’ve got this. Okay?”

****

The trust in her eyes speared my heart.

I wasn’t lying when I told Morgan I got this. Because I did. I didn’t need to have intercourse with her, much as that would be awesome. She had totally legit reasons for not wanting to go that far and I respected that.

What I wasn’t so sure I had anymore was control of my own damn emotions.

No woman outside my family had looked at me like that since my high school girlfriend. I sucked in a breath as the weight of that crazy-ass thought settled over me, and waited for terror to strike. Waited to feel like a pillow was being shoved down on my face.

Nothing.

Fuckin’ bizarre.

But I’d figure it out later. Right now, I had more important things to think about. Like making Morgan feel fan-fucking-tastic. I was gonna taste every sweet part of her like she was the world’s best buffet.

I stared into her eyes, letting her know it was all cool, and rocked my hips into hers. She gasped and rocked back, and fireworks shot up and down my dick.