Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Desire won out over caution. I had the feeling it always would with Morgue. I closed the distance between us until our bodies nearly collided with each breath we took. “Of all the people in the world, Morgue, you are the one person who could never frighten me.”
I placed my palms on his chest and slid them upward until I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. Morgue’s hands rested on my hips.
“If you don’t want me to kiss you, I suggest you step away.”
Instead of stepping back, I smiled up at him. “I got in here hoping to do more than kiss you.”
“You sure?” He tightened his grip on my hips, still holding me securely even as he tried to give me an out.
“Do you really want me to move away from you, or is it that you feel like you have to give me the choice?”
“I do have to give you the choice. It’s always your choice.”
“Then I choose you. But only if you want me back.”
He chuckled then, a soft laugh I hoped would always and only be for me. It was one of the few times I’d heard him express amusement. Pulling me close so that his hard cock mashed into my belly, he grinned at me. “Pretty sure this means I want you back, baby. I’ll take whatever you want to give me and be thankful I was your choice.”
“Good.” I breathed the word as I pulled myself up to kiss him.
He was gentle as he kissed me, coaxing when I wasn’t sure I needed convincing. I loved that he was gentle at first, then, as I responded with more and more fervor, he became more aggressive. Nothing too overt, but he left no doubt how much he truly wanted me. He moved one hand from my hip to gently cup a breast, teasing my nipple into a hardened peak. The sensation ignited a fire within me that threatened to consume me.
With the water sluicing over us, Morgue continued to tease and tug at that nipple while he kissed me with wicked flicks of his tongue.
He groaned against my mouth as I kissed him back. He was so hard, and it felt so good to have his arms around me. His heart pounded against my chest as if we shared the same heartbeat. For now, Morgue was the only thing keeping me from despair, who made me feel anything other than terror after those terrible weeks before he’d rescued me.
He ran his fingers gently through my hair as I held onto him tightly, a reminder of how careful he’d been when he’d detangled my hair in those first few days I’d been fully awake and alert. I remember telling him to just hack it off and he’d grunted his displeasure. Then he’d taken the next two hours and patiently, carefully, worked through the matted mess until he could run the comb through it without even a hint of a snag.
The feel of his wet, hair-roughened skin against me was even better than I could have imagined. After everything that had happened to me, I thought I would feel at least a sliver of panic, but all I felt was safe. I thought the passion I was feeling now as he expertly played with my body should scare me, but I embraced it eagerly, needing this. Needing Morgue.
I slid my hands down his torso, tracing the lines of his tattoos, feeling each ripple of muscle under my fingertips. He let out a low grunt into my mouth as I playfully bit his bottom lip.
“Woman,” he growled. “That little dance is gonna get you in trouble.”
“What dance?” I asked with mock innocence. “This one?” I nipped him again.
His arms went around me like steel bands as he held me close. “Damned straight, that fuckin’ dance. Dreamt about this moment so many fuckin’ times. When I held you. When I watched you interact with my club. Every fuckin’ time you look at me like I’m your lifeline. ’Cause you’re damned sure mine.”
I whimpered, need riding me even harder at his rough confession. “Me too. I wish I’d been brave enough to tell you before.”
“You’re the bravest person I know, Dorothy. You’re dealing with your life as it is now. Maybe slowly, but you’re dealing. Some of the others aren’t. You know that because you’ve done everything you can to help those women. Makes me so fuckin’ proud.”
His lips found mine again, and he kissed me with more fervor this time. As he slid his tongue into my mouth, he bunched his fist in my hair. It wasn’t hard, but it definitely had a bite to it. Strangely, instead of being a trigger to some buried memory, all I felt was a spike of heat.
I moaned into his mouth and curled my arms around him, so my nails raked from his shoulders down his back. He jerked at the slight pain, a deep growl building in his throat.