Page 58 of Pretend

“Oh, God…” Morgan moaned when she felt his fingers slide between her legs.

“How much I hated waking up alone?” he asked, sliding one long finger between her slit from behind as he carried her up the porch stairs.

“How fucking difficult it was to focus on anything today knowing that you were wearing this dress?” came the question that had her breath catching as that long finger slowly moved over her clit, teasing it in one perfect circle before he was pulling his finger back so that his fingertip was teasing her core.

“And if I was wearing my usual tee-shirt and jeans?” Morgan somehow managed to ask as she dropped her hand away from his hair so that she could blindly reach down and open the door.

“I would have been imagining shoving your jeans down and bending you over the nearest fucking surface instead,” Eric said as he pushed the door open and carried her inside and headed for the backstairs. “Or maybe we should talk about the fact that I am so fucking terrified that I’m going to do something to scare you off,” he said as he gave her one of those achingly sweet kisses that took her breath away.

He didn’t say anything else, but then again, he didn’t need to, not with the way that he was kissing her. A moment later, Eric was carrying her into the bathroom and, after brushing his lips against hers one last time, he placed her down on the small bathroom counter and stepped back. His intense gaze locked with hers as he reached back and grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside before he reached down and pulled off his boots, his socks, and then, finally, he was pulling his belt loose and shoving his jeans down along with his boxers while she sat there, swallowing hard when she saw the large, thick cock between his legs straining towards her.

He kept his gaze locked with hers as he reached down and pulled her sandals off, one by one, before he was reaching for her again. “Come here, baby girl,” Eric murmured as he picked her up and placed her back on her feet before he was reaching for her dress and slowly pulled it up, giving her a chance to put a stop to this, but the problem was, she didn’t want to stop this.

She just…

She just didn’t want to disappoint him.

CHAPTER31

“Eric, I-”

“We should have stayed at that hotel,” Eric said, cutting her off with a kiss as he took her hands in his and gave them a gentle tug that had her following him to the small shower stall that really needed to be replaced. “You deserve an incredibly expensive suite with room service, candles, chocolate, and champagne,” he said, pausing to brush his lips against hers, “Everything.”

“I hate hotels,” Morgan reminded him, loving the way that his lips pulled up into a smile against hers.

“I know you do, baby girl,” Eric said, reaching past her to turn the shower on. “Tell me that you don’t want this. Tell me that I’m going too fast and you need me to stop. Just…Christ, just tell me that I’m not screwing this up.”

Swallowing hard, Morgan nodded as she told herself that this was going to be fine. She wanted this, wanted him, and nothing, not even the fact that she was absolutely terrified to take this next step was going to make her say or do anything to stop this.

“Be sure,” Eric whispered, cupping her face in his hands as he pressed his lips against her forehead. “Be really sure, baby girl.”

Releasing a shaky breath, Morgan said, “I’m sure,” praying like hell that was true.

Dropping his hands away, Eric took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss as he took her hand in his and led her into the shower. She could do this, Morgan told herself as she slowly exhaled, wondering what she was supposed to do now.

Thankfully, Eric seemed to know because while she stood there panicking, he reached for her body wash and squirted some in his hands. Deciding that was a good idea, she took the bottle from him when he went to put it back on the shelf and-

Moaned when he ran his hands over her shoulders, her arms, and down her back, taking his time running his hands over her as she did the same, enjoying the freedom to finally touch him. He felt so good, Morgan thought as she lost herself in his arms as his mouth found hers again.

He kept the kiss slow and hungry as they took their time, running their hands over each other and when the body wash washed away, they settled for soft caresses as the sounds of their moans filled the bathroom. Within minutes, she felt herself relax as she ran her fingertips over his chest, down his stomach, and finally, she was slowly running her fingers over him, enjoying the groan that was torn from his lips as she took her time exploring him.

Last night in the bathtub, she’d enjoyed touching him, running her fingers over the large, thick tip, amazed by how soft it felt against her fingertips, but it hadn’t been enough. Not when Eric left her struggling to do anything more than lick her lips and moan his name as he’d teased her. Now, she was free to explore him, running her fingertips over him, tracing him from the root to the tip before wrapping her hand around him and loving the way that he moaned her name.

She was still running her hand over him when he turned the water off and cupped her face in his hands, taking her mouth in slow, hungry kisses as he stepped out of the shower. She was barely aware of the towel running over her skin or the fact that he’d led her out of the bathroom and across the hallway, but she knew the moment that he picked her up and laid her down on the freshly made bed.

That’s when the panic set back in.

“You’re trembling, baby girl,” Eric said as he kissed her forehead.

“I’m fine,” Morgan lied as she reached up and cupped his face in her hands as she looked into the familiar warm green eyes that always let her know that everything was going to be okay. Pulling his face closer, she whispered, “I’m fine. Please don’t stop.”

“I have no plans of stopping,” Eric promised as he took her mouth in a slow kiss as she felt his hand settle on her stomach and after a slight hesitation, he was sliding his hand between her legs.

When he ran his fingertips along her slit, she moaned his name as he broke off the kiss and pressed his lips against her chin, her throat, and then finally, he was pressing a kiss against her breast before taking her nipple between his lips. Morgan licked her lips, only to gasp when he slid a finger inside of her.

“So fucking tight,” he growled approvingly around her nipple as he slowly pulled that finger back and only to slide it back inside her.

“That feels so good,” Morgan said, spreading her legs further apart as she felt her body begin to relax again because she could handle this.