Page 66 of Shelter for Morgan

He broke away again, looking up at her with eyes darkened by passion. “Oh, we’ll get there, Morgana.”

She heard her name in his voice and with the air teasing her breasts, slick from his mouth, she felt every inch a mythical seductress.

“I don’t want to wait.”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Let me make this easier for you. “Stand up.”

She put her hands back on his shoulders and found a way to stand up off his lap.

He didn’t waste time, reaching out he undid the zipper on her slacks and took her slacks and panties down with his hands.

On the way back up, he skimmed his palms on the outside of her legs, placing kisses on her thighs until his nose brushed against her curls.

“Oh…”

He stood up, crowding her, pulling his shirt off to drop it on the floor at their feet. Then he worked at his waistband, still standing there brushing his thighs against hers.

He dropped his pants down and before he could shed his boxer briefs, Morgan reached out and cupped his erection in her hand.

She moved her hand along his length, exploring.

“It feels incredible.”

Palmer let out a breath and moaned as her hand gripped him tighter.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from him. “Unless you want me to tumble you right here on this couch, Morgana, you need to keep your hands to yourself.”

She looked down at the couch. “Fine by me, I-”

“Come with me, Morgana.” He tugged her along behind him, and as soon as they were in his bed room, he drew her against him and kissed her breathless.

Lowering her down to the mattress under him.

He kissed her from head to toe and when he came back up, she felt him lift her legs up over his shoulders and before she could wrap her mind around what he could possibly be doing, she felt his mouth against her.

She tensed, shocked, but as soon as his tongue swept up between her folds, she stopped thinking all together.

Palmer teased her. He stirred her soul with his mouth and his hands, his eyes lifting to look at her as she stared at him, starstruck and wordless.

When his mouth closed over her clit, her back arched from the bed, but he anchored her with his arms around her legs and took her over the edge until she was panting and gripping the sheets in her hands, her body humming with pleasure.

“I had no idea…”

Palmer stood up and removed his boxer briefs, dropping them down to the floor while he kept his eyes focused on her face.

She held her hand out to him and he took hold of it, bringing it to his mouth to kiss her fingers.

Her hand dropped back to her chest as he knelt between her legs, his gaze dipping to look at her sex. “You’re so pretty all over, Morgana.”

She believed him. She heard it in his voice. She saw it on his face.

She felt it in his touch.

“Love me, Palmer. Please.”

He opened the drawer beside the bed and drew out a condom, a second falling on its surface. He tore it open with his teeth and slid the condom over his erection with one long sweep of his hand.

“I’ll love you over and over, as long as you want me.”

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