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I can’t do this. We can’t.But even as I think the words, I roll my hips forward, my cock grinding into her clit. Her gasp turns into a moan. I do it again just to hear her moan.
Leaning down, so I can claim her lips, just as they brush against hers. I stop.
“No, shit. We can’t.” I get off of her. Rubbing my hands over my face, trying to gain some control. A ‘what the fuck’ gets shouted from behind me.
When I don’t turn around a glove rushes past my head. I stop in my tracks.
“I said, what the fuck?”
“Leave it, Morgan.” And I start walking again.
But does she? No, of course not. Because I’m actually hit in the head by the second glove.
This time, I turn to look at her. She looks so confident and somehow seductive.
“Did you throw a glove at myhead?”
“Yep, twice.” She proudly holds up two fingers.
I run my tongue over my teeth before taking in a deep breath. “Fuck Morgan, just…”
I’m trying so hard here. Trying to be a good friend. I’m showing restraint and I feel like that should be celebrated. I don’t tend to stop myself from getting what I want. And fuck do I want Morgan. That sudden realisation takes me by surprise.
I’ll unpack that later.
But right now, I need to put some space between us.
I close the distance between me and my house with Morgan hot on my heels. Just as I get to the door that lets us into the kitchen, I stop and turn to face her. And I answer her question.
“You know what? Fine Princess, I will tell you ‘what the fuck’. Since you have been here, you have turned my world upside down.” She opens her mouth, but I quickly cover it with my hand. “No, I’m talking. Upside down. I was happy just working, sleeping with a random backpacker.”
Naturally, she rolls her eyes.
“Then you walk in.”
I shake my head. I should stop, but the floodgates are open now.
“I could ignore the rising sexual tension, ignore that first kiss, maybe even the second. But then you used my thigh for your pleasure, coming apart on me, for me. With my name on your lips. Mine. The way you look breathtakingly beautiful when you let go is etched into my brain. I try not being alone with you, because when we are, all I want to do—” I force myself to stop. I drop my hand and take a step backwards.
She takes my silence and retreat as her turn to talk, “Youthink it’s been easy for me? Instead of being scared of your touch, I seek it. You don’t think I can’t feel the tension? You know I can hear you in the shower, right?” She steps closer, “And when I hear you, I wish you could hear me.” Closer again.
I clench and unclench my jaw, watching her pupils dilate. Her breathing changes as has the air around us. Every part of me is screaming for me to let it go and walk away, but I don’t.
“Fuck it.”
One arm snaking around her waist, I run my other around her back and up to her neck to the base of her skull and squeeze. I look into her eyes one more time. Nothing but determination and need shining through, and with that I seal my lips over hers.
Chapter Twenty
MORGAN
The kiss starts slow, almost as if he is unsure. So, I make him sure by biting his lip.
He groans into my mouth. The noise sends a pulse of electricity down to my pussy. Rhys deepens the kiss, while wrapping his hands around my upper thighs, and effortlessly lifts me. Working on pure instinct I wrap my legs around his waist. The head of his firm cock nudges against my swelling clit. My arms snake around his neck. One hand works its way into his hair, wrapping it around my fingers and pulling, eliciting another groan from him.
Walking over to the table, he deposits me on the hard wood, and in a sweeping motion with his arm, he knocks everything off and onto the floor.
I gasp in shock.
