Jazz cried out, her hands in Morgan’s hair. “Jesus Christ, Morgan.”
She tried to pull him up to her, but he wouldn’t be moved. At the same time, she tried to lift her pelvis up against his mouth and grind her way to the climax just sitting out of reach.
“Please.” But she could hardly talk. The words were more of a jumbled prayer.
His dark laugh floated up to her as he found her nub and latched on. Her hips hammered upward.
But he was ready for her, his fingers holding her firm on the bed as he tormented her with his mouth and tongue, then his fingers.
Oh God, those magical fingers.
He slid one inside her weeping entrance and that was it.
She exploded, her body arching, his hand unable to hold her down, and she cried out. Pain, joy, love, and such a wave of pleasure it was almost unbearable.
With the sensations running through her in unending undulations of pleasure, she lay there trembling, open, vulnerable. His.
Damn if he didn’t go down and rip off her panties and lick her clean. By the time he was done, she was pleading again and again, but he held her back this time, waiting for her to build up to that point of no return. He rose up on his arm and in one sure stroke seated himself deep inside.
Her world exploded again in a fiery rainbow. She lay shuddering beneath him, but still he didn’t move. Wasn’t moving, but she could feel him hard, filling her so full she didn’t know how he could possibly fit.
Then he moved and rode right through the spasms still rocking her body. She tightened her inner muscles, trying to keep him inside of her when he lost it and drove into her four, three, two, and finally, he gave a long guttural groan and arched his back.
His seed spurted inside, sending more shockwaves through her. It hit her at her core and brought tears to her eyes.
She wanted to hit him for having left her. Left this.
Instead, she held him close, grateful he’d returned.
With tears drying on her cheeks, her emotions on overload, she closed her eyes and dropped into a deep healing sleep.
*
Morgan adjusted his weight so he could look down on her face and realized she was almost asleep. He didn’t want to disturb her. Neither did he want to leave her.
She’d always been everything to him. He rolled on to the side and tucked her gently, mindful of her shoulder, up against him.
He had no idea what time it was. They hadn’t eaten and the day appeared to be gone from the looks of the sky outside. She’d need a nap, then food. And maybe he could finally wash the bloodstained clothing she’d been wearing. He’d love to go to her house and grab several outfits but had no intention of leaving her alone. Especially not after the second shooting incident. He knew if she wasn’t hurt, she’d have pointed out that his house was no safer than hers was now. However, considering she was sleeping on the second floor at the back of his house, it was safer. At least from random flying bullets. Not from an intruder though as it was harder to escape from the second floor.
They had to find out what the hell was going on so he could focus on making Jazz a permanent part of his life again.
“What are you thinking?” she murmured against his chest. He checked his clock to realize she’d caught a ten-minute nap, but that was all.
“Go back to sleep,” he whispered.
“No, I’m just resting.”
He smiled down at her. She might be just resting, but with her eyes closed and body lying like it was, she’d be out like a light in no time. He just had to hold her until then.
“I’m not going back to sleep,” she murmured, snuggling closer. “Talk to me.”