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Layana chuckled.“Coming.”
“We’re going to call it a night,” I said.
Chester whistled suggestively as he unlocked his door. I ignored him and headed for our room.
Tristan opened it and I went in first. As soon as the door clicked shut, a crackle charged through the air, and awareness rippled across my skin. We were finally alone and there was only one thing I wanted to do—him.
His mismatched eyes drank me in, and it was all the encouragement I needed.
I jumped him, wrapping my arms around his neck and capturing his lips with mine. Our bodies flush against each other, our mouths collided. His unyielding chest was hard, his arms around me loose. And for a moment, I worried that maybe I’d read things wrong. Maybe we weren’t on the same page.
I pulled back and searched his expression for an answer to my unasked question. I found my answer. He looked at me even more intensely than before, like he was the big bad wolf and he wanted to devour me whole.
Searing excitement thrummed through my veins.
He reached down and lifted me, setting me where I wanted to be, my legs around his waist, my mouth perfectly aligned to his. He kissed me so fiercely, my head spun. His tongue stole away my line of thought and made me ache so deeply I thought I might break.
He dug his fingers into my thighs with delicious pressure as he carried me to what I assumed would be the bed, until he lowered me down to the countertop.
I’d never had sex on a counter before. Would it support me? Were we going to break it? I had no idea, but it would be kinda hot if we broke it.
I reached for his fly. He caught my hands and set them down on the counter at my sides.
“It’s almost like you don’t want me to touch you,” I said with an awkward laugh, suddenly feeling unsure again.
He cupped my cheek, and I leaned into his touch.
“You told me your most significant partner was a selfish lover,” he said.
“So?” I clamped my knees together and felt a prick of uncertainty fizzling my happy buzz. “There were others….” No one worth mentioning, because physically, the others were worse.
“That’s an injustice I cannot condone. You deserve to be worshiped, Morgan. You deserve pleasure.”
Those were the sexiest words I’d ever heard. I felt like I was dreaming, like this was too good to be true.
On a breathy exhale, I asked, “And what about you?”
“I’ll enjoy this immensely.” He slid his hands up my thighs slowly, pulling my skirt with them. He bent his head forward and placed a kiss just above my knee.
My breath hitched. My pulse quickened.
“I want to taste you,” he said.
It wasn’t a question, but he stared at me with this intense look, waiting for permission.
I took back what I’d thought earlier, becausethosewere the sexiest words I’d ever heard.
“Morgan?” he asked.
I nodded.
He slowly spread my legs wide and licked up my inner thigh. My legs trembled with anticipation, warm desire shooting out from every nerve he touched.
“Yes.”I inched my hips forward, rocking toward his mouth.
He nuzzled my panties, his eyes on me, and I gasped. He watched me with an intensity I didn’t understand, but it drove me wild. I loved his eyes—one brown and one green, unique and unexpected, just like him.
He made me feel safe and wanted. He’d made me feel so much pleasure before, that I was panting for it now. But he was moving too slow, like I was suspended here, waiting for him to start.
