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"I should go," she muttered.
"Morgan, wait—" I tried, but she was already heading for the door, putting as much distance between the two of us as possible. I could still feel the heat of her hand against my skin, but the moment was gone now.
And I didn’t know if there was any way for us to get it back.
Chapter Nine – Morgan
I poured myself a glass of wine from the drink cabinet in the kitchen, trying to ground myself after what had just happened.
I could feel it, the roughness of his stubble beneath my skin, the pressure of his face under my touch, the way he gazed up at me as though he could hardly believe this was happening. My head was a mess, my body even more so, as I tried to work out what had just happened there.
Seeing him on his knees in front of me like that, it was … intoxicating. Exciting. I had felt a heat rising in me that I had never felt before in my life—more than just a crush, but desire, really, raw desire. I didn’t know how to handle it, how to control it, if I even could, but I was going to have to find a way, if I was going to stay here any longer.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I had promised myself I wasn’t going to let the remnants of my crush get the better of me, but the way he had looked at me, I knew he didn’t see me as that annoying little sister he had when we were younger. No, he saw me as the woman I was now. And that woman … That woman wanted him. Badly.
I was torn right now. He had been there, in front of me, offering me the control I had ached for so badly for so long. After being pushed and pulled and shoved around, in that moment, everything had become clear to me. I could call the shots. I could choose how this went. I knew he would have done anything that I had asked him to, anything at all, and I wished I had the nerve to find out just how far that went, but …
But it was too dangerous. If I slept with him, got close to him like that, it would make everything a million times more complicated. If Gregor found out—when he found out, because he always seemed able to—he would destroy Alex. Maybe even me, too. And my family.
And yet, my body was crying out for him in ways I had never felt before. In ways I might never get to feel again. I might never get the chance to be this close to another man again, not when Gregor got his hands on me once more. Did I really want to pass up the chance? This could be the only opportunity I ever got to give in to the desire that was throbbing inside me right now. I had lost so much, sacrificed so much, given up so much for everyone around me. Didn’t I get to be selfish, just this once, just this one time?
I sipped on the wine, the sharp, full flavor spreading over my tongue as I considered what the best course of action was. Really, if I was being sensible, I should have just gone to bed, wrapped myself up in the covers, and gone to sleep, woken up tomorrow morning with no memory of what had happened and put behind me once and for all the intensity of my need for that man.
But it wasn’t going to fade just like that. There was only one way I knew I was going to be able to get him out of my system.
And if I didn’t take the chance now, I might never get to.
I drank another few gulps of the wine to imbue myself with some liquid courage. I knew where his room was, and I needed to get to him, now. It felt as though there was this magnet placed somewhere deep down inside of me, demanding that I get to him, demanding that I close this distance between us.
I made my way up the stairs, lifting the hem of the nightdress that had been left in the pile of clothes in my room. I felt like a ghost, almost as though I was watching from outside of myself as I did this. I knew it was dangerous, knew it was reckless, but I wanted it. Needed it.
Needed him.
I arrived outside his door and hesitated for a moment before I pushed it open. This was my last chance to back off, my last chance to forget that I had come here in the first place and make my escape, but I didn’t want to—no, I couldn’t. I lifted my knuckles and rapped them against the door, so quiet I wasn’t sure if he could hear them.
But he must have been expecting me. Because a moment later, the door opened, and there he was, standing on the other side. Stripped down again, ready for bed, his dark hair loose around his face, his eyes pinned on mine, as though he could hardly believe I was really there.
"Morgan," he murmured. "What are you …"
But before he could get another word out, I leaned towards him and planted my lips on his.
That kiss—oh, that kiss. It was everything I had always dreamed of from a first kiss, a real first kiss—that explosion of two people coming together the way they needed to, the heat throbbing through the two of us at once. His hands came to my waist, grabbing me tight, pulling me towards him with a greedy hunger that was reflected in every inch of my own body too.
He pulled me over the threshold, catching my face in his hands and looking down into my eyes like he could hardly believe this was happening.
"Are you okay?" he asked me, and I nodded, running my hands over the strength of his chest, marveling at just how good he felt beneath my touch right now.
"I … I need you, Alex," I confessed to him, the words spilling from my mouth before I could stop them. Need didn’t seem like strong enough a word to explain to him just what was really going through my head, but it was the closest I could come right now.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, running his thumbs over my cheeks. I nodded again.
"I’ve never … done this before," I admitted.
His eyes widened in surprise.
"Never?" he repeated after me, making sure he had heard me right. I bit my lip, shaking my head.
"Never," I replied. "I know that must seem weird …"
