Page 36 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Morgan chuckles lowly, like he fucking knows. Like he sees the way my body reacts to her, even when I swear I don’t share.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. “You keep making those pretty little sounds, and you’re gonna start something neither of us will want to stop.”
Aria swallows, her lashes fluttering as her gaze locks onto mine.
Fuck.
The air is thick and charged.
Morgan’s fingers skim the hem of her hoodie, his movements slow, deliberate. He’s waiting—waiting to see if she’ll stop him. If she’ll pull away.
She doesn’t.
Instead, she lets out the softest little whimper, and I nearly fucking lose it.
Morgan’s gaze flicks to mine, knowing and smug. “Looks like our girl needs a little more convincing.”
I let out a rough exhale, my grip tightening. “Then let’s convince her.”
Morgan grins like the cocky bastard he is, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her hoodie, skimming her warm, soft skin.
Aria’s breath hitches, her body going still between us. She’s waiting, hesitating, like she can’t quite believe what’s happening.
Like, she doesn’t fucking realize she has both of us wrapped around her damn finger.
I cup her chin, tilting her face toward mine. Her lips are parted, her pupils blown wide.
“Still thinking about leaving, sweetheart?” I murmur, brushing my thumb along the curve of her jaw.
Her breath shudders out, and she shakes her head. “No.”
Morgan chuckles behind her, his lips pressing against the shell of her ear. “Good girl.”
My dick twitches at the way her breath catches, the way she leans into me like she’s torn between who to give herself to first.
It will be me.Because I’m fucked if I’m watching Morgan take her first, and he knows it.
Morgan tugs the hoodie up, and I help, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. The second it’s gone, she instinctively starts to cover herself, but I grab her wrists before she can.
“None of that,” I growl, holding her hands away. “I wanna see you.”
Morgan hums his agreement, his hands tracing up the sides of her bare torso, his eyes dark and hungry. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea what you do to us.”
Aria’s lips part like she wants to protest, but I don’t let her.
My mouth crashes into hers, swallowing whatever words she was about to say.
She melts instantly, her body soft and pliant, pressing into me like she belongs there.
And fuck, maybe she does.
I pull away from her, drinking her in, unable to believe I’m about to taste her again.
She swallows hard, her brown eyes flickering with hesitation, but not because she doesn’t want this. Because she still doesn’t believe it.
I’ll fucking make her believe it.
I trail my fingers up her sides, skimming the curve of her breasts, watching the way she shivers under my touch. I slide my knee between her thighs, spreading them wider, forcing her to feel the thick length of my cock pressing against her.
