“Now you’re asking the right questions.”
Morgan kisses the base of my neck, grazing her teeth there. “You ready?”
Now that we’re alone, my body lights up for her. Her grip tightens as she inhales the change in my scent.
I am more certain of my answer than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“Yes.”
Chapter 53
MORGAN
We stand by the open back door of the guest house, the evening breeze carrying the first hints of fall’s crisp chill.
I’m breathless, running my fingers down the lapel of Jamie’s suit. I’m going to read Eileen the riot act about the mesh back because it’s been driving me crazy all day.
Now that we’re alone, and he’s all mine… I’m moving slowly.
I drop my fingers to his chest, tracing the edge of the fabric, and he shivers.
I lean down and flick his ear with my tongue.
“You’re almost too pretty to unwrap…” I slowly unbutton his jacket. My hands are shaking. I chuckle, holding one out for him. “Look at this. This never happens.”
He turns those wide green eyes up at me. “Are you alright?”
I take his chin in my hand. “Jamie. Youthrillme. I am… nervous. For almost the first time in my life.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m… not a hundred percent sure I can catchyou. I’m not… a hundred percent sure about anything with you. You challenge me, and… I love that. I love you.”
Pride shines in his eyes. “I love you, too.”
I finish unbuttoning his jacket and slip it off his shoulders, running my fingertips down his arms as I do. I trace the lines of his floral tattoos, one of his first delicious surprises for me.
Then I kneel, loosening the laces of his white leather shoes before slipping them off his feet, kissing each as I set them back down. Next are his pants, satin rustling as I slip them from his hips, appreciating every inch of those legs, even that ridiculous anime tattoo.
I stand again, drawing my nails from his ankles all the way up the side of his neck, memorizing every little quiver. I lean into his hair, the perfume of the roses lacing with his scent.
“Your turn,” I murmur.
Jamie undresses me with complete and utter reverence, and the soft touches of his fingers make my blood boil. My breath shudders.
And then we’re standing there, naked. I reach up and undo my hair, letting it spill down across my chest.
Jamie looks up at me like I’m his goddess.
I pull him into a kiss. It starts sweet, indulgent. His breathing quickens, and mine follows. My claws flex into him, his nails dig into my hips. I hiss at the pain, pressing harder into his mouth. His skin burns and his pulse thunders against me.
That familiar pressure spreads down my spine.
I catch Jamie’s lip in my teeth, and he moans.
“Turn for me, baby,” I whisper in his ear. “Let me see you again…”
His breath stutters, his back arches into me, bones popping under my hand.
