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But what about the price her family might pay too? She had a point when she said that he might go after her mother or Leo. He would do anything he was able to in order to force their hand, and if that meant hurting them, so be it. She was right not to give them any more information than she strictly needed to with all of this, but, at the same time, they would have nothing to give Gregor if he came knocking. And what he might do to them as a result …
My mind raced with questions, and I knew there was no way I would find anything in the way of answers any time soon. The shower flicked off, and a few moments later, Morgan emerged, wrapped in a towel, a strange expression on her face.
"How are you feeling?" I asked her as she pulled her hair down from the towel and began to dry it.
"A little better, now that I’ve gotten the smell of smoke out of my hair." She sighed, and she came to sit next to me on the bed, reaching for the hairbrush sitting on the bedside table. I took it from her hands.
"Here, let me," I told her, and she hesitated for a moment before she allowed me to start working on her. Taking my time, I brushed out her damp hair, watching as some of the tension began to lift from her shoulders.
God, she was so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to be this close to her and not make a move. But judging by the encounter we’d had the night before, this worked best when she was the one in control. And I got it, I did. She had spent so long being pushed and pulled this way and that, forced to perform in the roles other people wanted her to, of course she needed a place where she could call the shots.
And, if I was being honest, I seriously enjoyed it that way. There was something about the way she took control of me that turned me on like nothing else ever had. I'd been with plenty of women over the course of my life, nothing serious, but nothing had come close to what we’d shared the night before. Watching her use me like that, take exactly what she wanted from me, and seeing the way her face contorted with sheer, unassailable pleasure … I could have watched her all damn day.
I wanted her again, of course I did, but I wasn’t going to push my luck when the situation was as intense as it was right now. I didn’t want her to feel pressured, to feel like she had to do anything she didn’t want to. She let out a little sigh as I ran the brush through her hair, and I saw goosebumps rush down her shoulders.
"That feels really nice," she murmured, glancing over her shoulder at me. Her cheeks were flushed slightly pink, and I could tell just by looking at her where her mind was at.
"Oh, yeah?" I replied, running my fingers through her hair.
"Yeah," she breathed, turning to face me properly. She lifted her hand to my cheek, running her thumb over my bottom lip, just like she had done the night before.
"I … I know this is crazy," she whispered, shaking her head. "But I can’t stop thinking about last night. Not the fire, I mean, before that, when we were … together."
I grinned, a warmth spreading over my chest. So, I wasn’t the only one obsessing over how good we’d been together.
"Me either," I admitted.
"I can’t believe I finally lost my virginity." She giggled, and all at once, it was like the stress had vanished from her; like all that mattered to her was being here with me, now, feeling this warmth and excitement between us.
"I still can’t believe that was your first time," I remarked. "You’re a natural at this, you know."
"You think?" she asked, fluttering her lashes at me. I smoothed my hand down her back slightly, pushing at the towel wrapped around her. Her soft, pale skin looked so good, it took everything I had in me not to lean down and just take a bite of it.
"I do," I replied, and she turned to me properly, sliding into my lap and looping her arms around my shoulders. I gazed up at her, taking her in, her hair tumbling into her face as her blue eyes fixed on me.
"You look so fucking hot on top of me," I murmured to her, and she tipped her head to the side, grinning.
"Oh, I know." She giggled, pushing herself down on top of me. I was already starting to get hard, my jeans straining to contain my cock.
"You’re getting cocky," I remarked, raising my eyebrows at her.
"You make it easy," she shot back as she slowly reached up and pulled her towel aside. I could see her hesitating slightly, and I realized this might have been the first time she had shown herself to someone completely naked. Last night, she’d kept her nightdress on, clearly nervous about exposing herself. But she had nothing to worry about. I craved her, every part of her, more than I would ever be able to express.
And, as she let the towel fall aside at last, I let out a long groan, my cock aching beneath my jeans. She inhaled deeply, pressing herself against me, so I could feel the soft curve of her breasts against my chest.
"You like?" she asked.
"I love," I breathed. That word felt dangerous, but there was no other way to explain how I felt looking at her right now—intoxicated, obsessed. I would have done anything at all that she asked me, anything.
"I want to … to fuck you again," she told me, the words sounding even filthier coming from her innocent little mouth.
"You have no idea how good that sounds right now," I replied, and she shifted back, cocking her head at me slightly.
"Take off your shirt," she ordered me, her voice playful but certain. "And unbutton your pants."
I pulled my shirt off, not taking my eyes off of her. She drank me in like she was parched, eyes tracing down my chest and towards my pants, following my hands as I undid my pants and pulled my swiftly hardening cock into my hand. The corners of her mouth quirked up slightly, eyes glittering, as though she had a million ideas in her head right now.
She reached down between her legs, sliding her small hand over my erection and guiding it towards her slit. I could feel the warmth emanating from her before I even entered her, her glistening wetness practically gleaming in the light from the motel sign outside. She didn’t take her eyes off of me as she slowly pushed herself down on top of me, just like she had done the night before, but this time, we were so much closer, her body just inches from mine, our eyes pinned to each other, unable to look away or break the moment for a second.
