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Tony shuddered, remembering the feel of those lips sucking on his shaft. His cock ached with the need to be inside her again. "What about you? What did you want to do?"
"After I met David, my life completely changed. I never even had a chance to finish college."
"What were you going to major in?"
"International studies. I had some thoughts about law, or maybe teaching. Although I loved travel, so I figured international business would be a good place to start."
Funny how much they had in common, including the love of travel. "Why didn't you finish college after you got married?"
The smile left her face. "David didn't want me out of his sight that much. Attending college would mean I was exposed to too many people. People who might find out what he was doing to me and try to stop it."
Tony ached for what Morgan had lost. "You could finish now."
She shrugged. "What's the point? I'm doing exactly what I want to do, and I don't need a degree to do it."
"Is this really what you want to do? Run a sex resort?"
Her eyes flashed like hard sapphires. "What's wrong with what I do? I'm not ashamed of it, and I make a damn good profit. Paradise is a successful business that I built from the ground up. I'm very proud of what I've accomplished."
Boy, she was fire and brimstone when she got riled. "You're sexy as hell when you're pissed off, you know."
Her mouth hung open in surprise, and Tony resisted the urge to plant a kiss on her luscious lips.
"Excuse me?"
Nothing like being caught off guard in the middle of righteous indignation. "Your eyes sparkle, your cheeks color, and your entire body stiffens like you're ready for a brawl. It's sexy. I like a woman with a little fire in her belly."
She dipped her chin and half lowered her lashes, almost as if the compliment embarrassed her.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
He reached out for her, hesitating a second before sliding his hand in hers. She looked up at him.
"Morgan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just that David used to...punish me when he thought I was out of line."
That now familiar anger at the mention of her ex-husband lit a fire of its own deep inside him. Someday, he'd find a way to make that prick pay. "I'm not David. And I like your sassy little mouth."
Her eyes widened. "You do?"
Swiping his thumb across her full lower lip, he nodded. "Hell yeah. I'm a journalist. We love a good argument, a little debate, maybe even a spot of controversy. I'd never think badly of you because you stood up for yourself. I'd be damn disappointed if you didn't."
She stared at him as if she couldn't quite fathom what he'd said. "You confuse me."
"I do? How?"
"You're not like most men."
"Thank God for that. I thrive on being unique."
A cute little snort erupted out of her mouth. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You make me think, you make me laugh, and..."
He leaned up and pulled a strand of her flaming hair across his fingers. "And?"
This time she didn't drop her gaze, but held his intently. "You excite me."
And there went his penis, waving in the air, trying to garner her attention. "I hope so. Because you light the fires of hell inside me."
She blushed and tilted her head to the side, exposing her slender neck. Taking a chance, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against the pulse point there. Her heartbeat danced madly against his tongue. But she didn't back away, and didn't seem to be in any hurry to move, even though he wasn't restrained.
"I want to touch you," he whispered against her neck, unable to tear his lips away from her silken throat.
She hesitated for a second before answering. "Then touch me."
Breathing a sigh of relief at getting the go ahead, he pressed his tongue harder against her neck, lapping up her sweet taste, then trailed his mouth down to her collarbone and over her shoulder. She shuddered when his teeth lightly nipped the tender skin there.
"Tell me to stop at any time, and this is over." It was important that she knew he wouldn't make her go on if things got scary for her.
"I will."
He pulled away for a brief moment to set the tray on the floor beside the bed, then grasped her hands and pulled her toward him. She went willingly, even when he turned her around so her back nestled against his chest. The soft silk of her robe brushed against his chest, and her wriggles as she got comfortable placed her delectable ass right smack against his erection.
Waiting for her to balk at the intimacy of the position, she only sighed and seemed to settle in against him. Tony ignored the pulsating need to plunge his cock between the cheeks of her lush buttocks, and concentrated on taking things slowly. Making this pleasurable and non-threatening for Morgan was paramount.
And why he took so much care with her was something he refused to ponder. He'd think about that later. Much later.
Humidity hung in the air, the relentless storm sending the sweet smell of tropical rain through the shuttered windows. Darkness had long ago descended on them, but Tony really had no idea what time it was. For all he knew, it could be the next day.
He didn't care. He had Morgan to himself and planned to enjoy every moment of it.
"Let's lose this robe," he murmured against her ear. When she nodded her agreement and untied the sash holding the white silk together, he slipped it off her shoulders, following its descent down her arms with his hands.
"Your skin is so soft I can barely feel it." He took care to whisper softly, to make his movements slow, so she wouldn't skitter away in fright.
"You smell like the rain outside. Sweet and clean. I want to taste all of you." She melted under his hands, the muscles of her body completely relaxing. Her trust in him was humbling. Considering what she'd been through in her past, it was a wonder she'd even let him near her, let alone this close. No matter what it took, he'd make sure he never shattered that trust.
Discarding the robe onto the white wicker chair next to the bed, he slipped his hands along her shoulders, lightly kneading the muscles there. When little moans and gasps escaped her lips, he pressed in a little deeper.
"That feels good," she murmured.
"No, baby. Good is what follows." He shifted and turned her so she half lay in his arms, then pressed his mouth to her lips. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the contact of her nipples searing him. He pulled her against him, not once breaking their kiss.
With light pressure he kissed her, waited for her to give the signal she was ready for more. It didn't take long, he thought with some satisfaction. Soon she was fitting her mouth harder against his, her tongue frantically searching for an equal partner in a combat of erotic play. He indulged her by driving his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth until she gasped, small whimpers escaping the back of her throat.
As he kissed her, his hand roamed freely along her back, stopping at the scars near her buttocks. She froze when he touched her, and he lifted his mouth to look into her eyes. "Does that hurt you?"
"No. It's just..."
"Just what?" He didn't move his hand away, but held it still over her scarred back.
She stared down at his chest. "It's embarrassing. I'm ashamed of them."
He tipped her chin up with his fingers. "Morgan, you didn't put them there. Don't ever be embarrassed that you were overpowered by some jerkoff who should be wallowing in prison for what he did to you. What happened to you isn't your fault."
His words must have had some effect on her, because he saw her eyes glitter with moisture before she closed them and reached for his mouth again. The ache in his heart was difficult to ignore. The pain of humiliation she suffered shouldn't go unpunished. But now was not the time. Now was the time for Morgan's pleasure.
He pulled her close again, seemingly unable to draw her as near as he'd like. When his hands slid down to cup her buttocks and press her against his shaft, she gasped an
d moved her hips against his hard-on. Then it was his turn to suck in a shaky breath. The feel of her nest of curls teasing the tip of his penis brought one thing and one thing only to mind--to plunge inside her moist heat.
But not yet. Even if he was raging hard and more than ready to fuck. He trailed his fingers lightly up her spine, then over her ribs, laughing when she erupted in giggles.
"Ticklish are you?" he asked, pressing a kiss against her lips.
"Don't you dare," she warned, trying for an icy glare but only succeeding in looking more hot and sultry than she did before.
"I'll put that knowledge aside for later." Then he laid her on her back and pulled away long enough to position himself over her. Her eyes widened momentarily at the submissive position he'd put her in, and he paused. Then she relaxed and spread her legs so he could kneel between them.
"That's my girl," he said, never taking his eyes of hers. "Trust me. I'm going to make you scream, but nothing like what you experienced before. This is for your pleasure, Morgan. All for you."
Her breath hitched sharply as he circled her nipples with his fingertips, then lightly rolled the dusky peaks between his thumb and forefinger. They rose and hardened against his questing hands. He gathered the mounds together and leaned over her, taking his eyes off her face so he could feast on her breasts, first with his eyes, and then with his tongue.
