Chapter Seventeen

Morgan locked the door behind Mel. Eun turned to watch her. She clasped her arms across her chest. Wait. Let her speak first.

Morgan rubbed the back of her neck. “Can we have a do-over?”

Eun tilted her head. “From what part? Where I showed up to apologize and you blew me off? Or when we met? Or what? What do you want, Morgan?”

Morgan crossed to Eun and took her in her arms. Eun held herself stiff, unwilling to let go of her anger just yet.

“You. I want you.” Morgan kissed her, and Eun melted against her body. No words. Eun dug her fingers into Morgan’s hips and pulled her tighter against her and took over the kiss. Raw hunger filled her, and she groaned into Morgan’s mouth. How could she give this up?

Morgan broke their kiss. She held Eun close. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Eun kissed the hollow of Morgan’s throat and then nipped the salty skin there. Morgan hissed. Eun nipped her again, pushed her back. She yanked hard, and the snaps of Morgan’s work shirt opened from top to bottom. “No, you shouldn’t have.”

“Sorry. Forgive me?.”

Eun answered by kissing Morgan hard enough to bruise her lips.

Panting, Morgan stepped back and ripped her sports bra over her head and tossed it on the counter. She pushed Eun back against the refrigerator and ground against her and moved her hands to the hem of her shirt.

Eun groaned into her kiss. “I’m still furious.” She dug her nails into Morgan’s waist.

Morgan kissed her and nipped her lip. “I know.” In one smooth motion Morgan stripped Eun’s shirt off and dropped it on the counter. She lowered her head and mouthed and bit Eun’s nipples through her bra. The heat of her mouth as she closed her lips over Eun’s nipples sent a wicked current of desire through her.

Morgan reached up and unhooked the front hook of her bra. The lace cups opened, and Eun’s breasts spilled free. Morgan laved her nipples with her tongue. Burning with desire, Eun pushed Morgan’s shirt off her shoulders before she scraped her short nails over the nape of her neck.

Morgan lifted her head and her scalding gaze slid over Eun. “Take your pants off.”

Eun met her gaze. “You do it.”

“Turn around, hands on the table.” Morgan rested her hands on her hips.

“Make me.” She thrilled at taunting Morgan, ready for her sweet side to disappear into the harsh lover Eun craved. The need to surrender her control, to let Morgan take charge, to have one thing she could count on as her life spun out of control.

Morgan grabbed her hips and spun Eun so she faced the table. With one hand in the middle of her back, she pushed her flat and kept her pinned in place while she unhooked the top button of her pants. “Don’t move.” Morgan hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of Eun’s pants. She lowered them to her ankles and drew them off, leaving Eun’s sheer thong in place. She lay over her, gathered her wrists together in one hand, and stretched her hands over her head.

She pressed her breasts against Eun’s back. The press of her skin made Eun crave more.

Morgan ground against her, the fabric of her jeans scraping Eun’s skin. “You like it rough, don’t you?” She bit the curve of Eun’s shoulder and shifted her hips, rocking forward.

“See for yourself.” Eun turned her head to the side, twisting to watch Morgan’s expression.

Morgan shifted and drew her fingers over her ass before dipping down to her swollen center. She shoved her fingers under the damp fabric of the thong. Eun groaned and shifted her hips back, seeking contact.

Morgan teased a finger between her slick lips. Pressing inside, she slid her fingertips up and down, wetting them before she rubbed Eun’s clit in slow circles. Eun panted as sensation rocketed through her. “Just fuck me.”

Morgan drew her hand away and brought it down with a crack on Eun’s ass. “No. Not until you ask nicely.”

Eun struggled against Morgan’s grip until she tightened it. She pressed her face to the cool wood of the table and relaxed into Morgan’s control.

Morgan kissed her shoulder blades and rubbed Eun’s ass, soothing where she had smacked her. “We should have settled this before now. Safe words?”

Eun wiggled her ass. “Red to stop. Yellow to slow down.”

Morgan bit her shoulder. Eun groaned and rotated her hips. The dull ache and press of Morgan’s teeth on her skin skittered over her, and her clit throbbed with the sensation of being had, taken, out of control.

“Got it. Do you like to cry?”

Eun bit her lip. “Sometimes.” Her face burned with the acknowledgment of the side of herself she hid from other lovers. The part of her that craved a lover’s control, her desire to relax into the sensations, to feel, to simply be in the moment.

Morgan kissed between her shoulder blades and ran her tongue over the spot she had bitten. “Keep your hands over your head.” She released her grip on Eun’s wrists. Moving behind Eun, she drew her thong down her legs. The soft skin of Morgan’s face slid along her legs as Morgan nuzzled and nibbled her way from Eun’s ankle to the crease under her ass cheek. “Spread your legs.”

Eun knotted her hands together and widened her stance. The wood table legs squeaked on the floor.

Morgan’s hands massaged her ass, pinching and squeezing her flesh. “I love your ass.” She moved to the side and patted Eun’s ass cheek. “Ready?”

Eun closed her eyes and relaxed. “Yes.”

Morgan brought her hand down, cupping and lifting her flesh with a hard slap. Eun’s breath hitched with the sharp sting. An equally harsh slap landed on her other cheek and a surge of wetness coated her thighs. Morgan wiped the liquid desire from her thigh with her fingertips. Eun turned her head and watched from under her lashes as Morgan brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them.

“So sweet.” Morgan placed her hand on the small of Eun’s back. “So wet, from just a taste of what I’m going to do to you.”

Eun panted. “Do it. Now. I can’t—please, don’t make me wait.”

Morgan pinched her ass. “So. Damn. Impatient.” Morgan pinched her, punctuating her words before she drew back her hand, and then she paddled Eun’s ass in earnest.

Eun clung to the table and breathed into the pain, caught up in the wild ride of surrender, giving over to the endorphins that surged through her body.

Morgan stopped and smoothed her callused palm over Eun’s skin before tickling a finger over her hard clit. Eun shuddered and gasped. “More.”

Morgan slapped her ass once on each cheek, forcing a cry from Eun. “More of this?” She flicked her clit and Eun whimpered. “Or more of this?” Morgan teased one finger inside and stilled her motions. “Or this?”

Eun jutted her hips back and spread her legs wider and groaned. “I don’t. I don’t know. All of it.”

“Tell me. Ask for what you want.” Morgan cracked her ass again. Eun cried out. Hot pain washed over her and morphed into a searing desire that left her gasping as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Eun groaned and rocked her hips, needing more, desperate for Morgan to possess her body and soul. “Fuck me. Please. Now. I need you inside me. Please.” Tears wet the table under her face as they puddled beneath her.

Morgan lay over her, slid three fingers in, and thrust them in and out as she jacked Eun’s clit in time with her strokes. Eun screamed her release as she came hard and fast. She cried out with each thrust and sank into the delicious sensation of being taken, owned, loved, even if were only for this moment.