He finally broke the kiss and stared up at her, spreading his arms wide and making himself completely vulnerable to her. “I would like to touch you,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’d like to explore every inch of you and let you explore me as well. Do you feel ready for that?”
The picture his words painted made her toes curl once again with that unexpected desire, and she could only nod jerkily.He’ll stop if I tell him to. I believe him. I have to believe him.
She eased away from him and stood beside the bed, nervously stripping out of her beautiful gown and laying it across the lone chair in the corner of the room. He watched her hungrily, and as she disrobed, he did as well, sitting up and shrugging out of his fine linen shirt and trousers and tossing them on the chair beside her dress.
In a matter of moments, they were both down to their undergarments. She started to remove those as well, but he shook his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him, until she stood between his knees. “May I?” he murmured, tugging at the hem of her chemise.
She nodded wordlessly, and he pulled it over her head, leaving her bare except for the silk stockings she’d bought especially for tonight.
He drew back just a bit, studying her, and heat crept through her entire body. She’d always thought herself too pale, too freckly, too curvy. She wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she knew this was an exercise in trust as well.
After a moment, he made a soft, sweet sound of approval. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, Fiona. You take my breath away.”
Mustering her courage, she lifted her hands to his bare chest, loving the feel of his smooth, warm skin. “You’re beautiful, too, Morgan. Inside and out.”
He laughed softly and drew her against him, letting her breasts press against his chest, hugging her tightly. “Thank you for trusting me,” he breathed. “Thank you for being so brave.”
Then he tugged her down on the bed beside him, lying next to her on his side, propped up on one elbow. Holding her gaze, he cupped her cheek, then trailed his hand lightly down the column of her throat, skating over her collarbone, then lightly encircling her breast.
She closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity in his, trying to let go of all her thoughts and simplyfeel. He expertly caressed her breasts, learning every inch of them before letting his hands trail even lower, and then starting all over again with his lips. She found herself sighing and moaning, making noises that embarrassed her but also expressed her pleasure more than words ever could.
He seemed to understand her wordless entreaties, gently worshipping her belly, then nudging her thighs apart. “I’m going to touch you where you need it most,” he whispered, his voice shredded and raw. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, darling. I swear I’ll stop.”
And then his finger was exploring her folds, which were embarrassingly wet. He slid a fingertip effortlessly inside her, making her cry out with surprise and pleasure. He caught her cry with his mouth, kissing her deeply, thrusting into her mouth with his tongue while he mimicked the action with his finger.
Then he found a spot that she’d never known existed and flicked his thumb over it gently while adding a second finger to the one inside her. She gasped and bucked beneath him, unsure what was happening but wanting...needing... something.
Then she was suddenly soaring, flying, exploding... The intensity of this new and wondrous sensation stunned her, made her clutch his back as her body bucked and thrashed beneath him. She broke the kiss with a strangled cry of ecstasy.
She slowly came back to herself, stunned by what had just happened. She’d never understood why a woman would everwantto be with a man in this way. She’d never even imagined it could be like this. And now, she understood suddenly, that what had been done to her in the past did not even resemble what lovemaking could be between two people who cared for each other.
“Thank you,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes. “I never knew it could be so beautiful.”
He pressed his forehead to hers, then gently kissed her, showing her without words the deep emotion she sensed was also roiling within him. Then she realized that he had not yet taken his own pleasure, and some of her euphoria evaporated. She knew she needed to allow him to do so but wasn’t sure exactly what he expected of her.
Before she could voice the question, he began touching her and kissing her again, building her passion once more to a fever pitch. However, this time, he positioned himself above her, staring down at her with those piercing blue eyes as he took himself in his hand and rubbed his hard shaft against her, making her squirm with need.
“Tell me that you want me,” he whispered hoarsely. “I need to know you want this. If you don’t, it’s all right. Just tell me.”
She gazed up at him, her heart in her throat, stunned that he was willing to stop even now. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want you, Morgan. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
He made a soft sound of pleasure and then thrust forward, sheathing himself deep within her. She gasped and hugged him tightly to her, amazed by how good it felt. He seemed a part of her, in a way that she’d never felt before.
“Perfect,” he gasped. “Absolutely perfect.”
For several long moments, they just stared into each other’s eyes, and a thousand wordless things passed between them. She’d never felt more alive, more present, and the intimacy of it all both thrilled and terrified her.
At last, he began to move, angling himself so that his body rubbed against that sensitive spot he’d touched before. That intense pleasure began to build again, even stronger this time, until she reached the pinnacle and crossed over, crying out with ecstasy.
He shuddered and gasped, clasping her to him tight as he found his peak as well.
Completely spent and pleasured, she fell asleep holding him tightly against her.
* * *
AFTER THEIR AMAZINGlovemaking, Morgan found himself drifting in and out of sleep, Fiona tucked beside him in the tiny bed. She’d fallen deeply asleep, and he didn’t want to wake her, but his arm was tingling, and he had to be gone before dawn. The last thing he wanted was to ruin her reputation with the others who worked at Brookhaven.
But the entire night had been so perfect. He didn’t want to let her go.
