Page 64 of Untraced Magic
“Gods damn, yes.” I hissed, not wanting her to stop.
Her hands moved over me through the fabric, and I drank in her scent, burying my face into her neck. Vanilla and musk stained her skin, my senses drinking in every drop of her. Thoughts of my naked flesh in her hands consumed my mind, my dick throbbing as she wound me further, a coil close to its breaking point.
I lifted her from beneath and she gasped in surprise, her hands wrapping around my neck, legs circling my waist as I took us down the hall in search of her bedroom. My mouth never left hers as we stumbled into a wall, a giggle sliding from her lips into mine.
“This one?” I raised an eyebrow at her, backing her into the wall.
She laughed again. “Yes,” she said, staring at me with playful eyes.
Twisting the handle, I nudged it open with my knee, loosening my hold on her until she slid down my front to the floor. I walked her backwards, further into the room, and cupped her face in my hands, kissing her again, deeply, as if I could get lost in her.
Pulling away, my thumbs caressed her cheeks. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? To be with you and not feel like I shouldn’t?”
I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.
“To kiss you.”
I cupped her breast, her lids fluttered shut.
“To touch you?”
I trailed my finger down her midriff.
“To taste you?”
Her eyes flew wide, cheeks flushed, and I dragged my mouth over hers again. She drew in a quick breath at my dick digging into her stomach and pulling away, she stared up at me. I drank in her lust-filled irises, heavy lids, and long lashes.
She was so damn beautiful. And she wasmine.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you,” I admitted, the truth hammering into me unexpectedly.
Morgan nipped at my neck, her fingers skimming the nape of my hairline. “I’ve wanted this too,” she breathed.
My drowned as she stilled. Two dark storms, begging for release.
My heart ached.
My dick throbbed.
Morgan had consumedme entirely.
Right then, those doe eyes stole my heart. Something inside me clawed to get to her.
Our mouths crashed together, and everything but her faded to black. We could have been anywhere; I didn’t care. I kissed her like there was no tomorrow, like this would be our first and last, giving her all of me.
I edged her back until her legs hit the foot of the bed and she fell back onto it without breaking eye contact.
“Look at you…” I praised, admiring her from above as I moved over her.
Her gaze flooded with desire, commanding what she needed without speaking a damn syllable. I slid my arm beneath her back, hoisting her further up the bed as her hands clawed at my top, finding naked skin underneath.
Her touch sent me into a wildfire, and I slid my tongue into her mouth, heat exploding inside me. Gods, the way we molded together.
Pressing my body into hers, I ground against her, and she moaned lightly beneath me. My hand slid underneath her top, up silky skin, and she helped me pull it over her head, exposing white cotton etched with a trim of lace covering her breasts.
I groaned with approval. So fresh and unexpected. Like my naughty little secret. I’d expected black, only because it seemed to be her color of choice.
The fabric danced over my fingertips until I unclasped it beneath her, taking in her beauty from above. I lowered my mouth, lapping at a pert nipple with my tongue. Morgan hummed herappreciation beneath me, her hips mindlessly rising and falling against mine.
