Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (74 page)

“Okay, I guess that's
alright then.” Morgan smiled and slowly lowered herself into
the water across from him and he passed her sundae to her. “Cheers!”
They gave each other a nod and dug into their dessert.

Colton laughed as Morgan
scraped the bottom of the glass bowl, determined to get every last
bit of the chocolate syrup that was stuck to the sides. “I'd
rather get ya more syrup than watch you sprain your little wrist.”
His sarcasm didn't stop her, and she managed to leave the bowl
looking almost clean.

“Nope, I'm officially
full.” Her look dared him to say another word, but he wasn't
intimidated.

He took the bowl from her hand
and placed it with his beside the tub, then moved closer to Morgan.
She laughed at his not so subtle move, then scooted away playfully.
“Oh, it's like that? Come here!” They splashed water
all over the floor as Morgan climbed out of the tub, with Colton
trying to drag her back in. The truth was, even though she was still
playing, the hot water was getting to her and she needed fresh air.
Perhaps it had more to do with the room being so hot, either way, she
was going outside with or without him.

“Ah... this is better.”
Morgan leaned against a stone table on the back patio, and raised
her head to the sky as she enjoyed the cool night breeze swirl around
her wet skin. Colton joined her and the view of the beautiful girl
in her bikini was much better than the view of just her shoulders in
the tub.

“I'd say so. Much
better.” She opened her eyes and looked at him, loving the
unashamed smile that he had for her.

“So, Texas..... are you
going to show me what you're so proud of?” Her eyes went to
his midsection to show him exactly what she had meant. He looked
down, then back up, nodding as he walked closer to her.

Colton had stripped down to his
black briefs before getting into the tub, so his wet underwear clung
to his body in a most delicious way. He put his fingers inside the
waistband and pulled it away from body, then slowly lowered the wet
material as Morgan watched in anticipation. “Am I
disillusioned, or would you agree that I'm all Texas?” He
stood naked, wet, and very hard, with his fists at his hips like a
Roman warrior from times long ago. She could only stare at first,
then the silence became too thick.

“Oh.... you're so not
disillusioned... uh, wow.” Colton's body, not just his
wonderfully endowed manhood, brought Morgan to a near speechless
state. It did not, however, stop her from reaching to her back and
pulling the string to her bikini top while never stopping her eyes
from roaming over the perfectly chiseled body in front of her. She
heard him mumble something about her as she dropped her top and
shimmied out of her wet bottoms. He was still speaking soft words,
none of which mattered to her, when she closed the gap between them
and raised to her toes. Their lips met hard, and the day of nonstop
flirting had finally come to a head for both of them.

Colton only broke the kiss to
drop to his knees in front of her. Morgan sighed as his warm tongue
slid from her belly to between her breasts, the contrast between her
cooled wet skin and the warmth of his mouth brought a different kind
of heat through her sensitive body. His large hand brought her
breast to his lips, and his tongue moved in sweet rhythm around her
pink area. Her sounds of pleasure were like a drug to the man, and
his desire grew as his hand dropped to her waist.

His finger delicately brushed
against her most sensitive area, and she grabbed his wrist, pushing
his hand against her. She liked his light touch, but her body was
craving much more. Colton moaned into her skin, never removing his
mouth from her, and ran his finger between her moist lips until
sliding inside of her slowly. Morgan pushed against him, and brought
one long leg up and over his shoulder. He let go of her breast and
lowered his to hold her ass as his other hand continued to move in a
perfect rhythm, penetrating her tight slick walls.

Colton knew how to give her
pleasure without allowing her passion to rise beyond her own control,
and the welcome torture lasted for much longer than either of them
thought possible. He slowly removed his finger, and stood again,
only to kiss the girl with a passion that felt as wonderful as his
touch. He lifted her small frame to the table, and pushed against
her with his mouth and body until her back was against the cool
cement. His hands pushed her thighs apart, then he raised up enough
to pull her legs over his shoulders, and hold her knees that were
against his warm neck.

He easily guided himself to her
hot opening, and slid inside of her with the need that matched her
own. Their bodies moved quickly as their uncontrollable passion took
hold of both of them in a frenzy of heated carnal bliss. The sounds
of need came from Morgan that took Colton over the edge, his
movements slowing to push deep inside of her, to find his own release
that wouldn't be stopped.

His arms shook as his fingers
dug into her flesh, and Morgan's passion glazed eyes watched as his
cheek pressed against her leg. She moaned loudly into the night as
she felt him throb deep inside of her, enjoying the last of his Texas
sized tremors.

Chapter Seven

“
Good morning!”
Morgan pranced down the hallway, feeling more energized than usual,
especially for the fact of not having her morning coffee yet. She saw
her sexy country boy laid out on the sofa, but realized something was
wrong. He had his fingers pressed to the sides of his forehead with a
look of pain on his face. When he heard her voice though, he stopped
nursing himself and sat up. “Headache? Oh, I have something for
that!” Morgan ran back down the hallway, then returned a few
moments later with a bottle of pain killers. “Here, these
should help.” He held his hand out and she dropped the two
small pills into his palm.

“Thanks, yeah. Just a
headache. I know, I'm being a baby.”

“A drink...you don't have
a drink...” Morgan went into the kitchen and poured them both a
cup of coffee from the pot that had just finished brewing, then sat
next to him on the couch.

“You're in a good mood
this morning.” He took a tiny sip of coffee and took the
medicine Morgan gave him.

“Well, someone,”
she nudged him playfully, “may have put me in that mood.”
Morgan took a drink of her own coffee, then realized he wasn't
drinking his, which was odd coming from the self-proclaimed caffeine
addict. Or so he said the morning prior. “Are you blushing?”
The rosy color in his cheeks caught her attention as well.

He cleared his throat, then
shook his head. “I'm glad you had fun....uhm....last night.”

“Well, I sure hope
I wasn't the only one enjoying myself!” Morgan giggled, then
took his hand in hers.
Wait, did he just flinch when I touched
him? Did I do something wrong?

“No, I had a great
time!” he defended himself. “I did, really.”

“That sounds convincing,”
Morgan rolled her eyes and laughed again. “You're being weird.
You're not even drinking your coffee!” She got up to top off
her own, shaking her head and wondering what had come over her
client.

He got up from the couch and
followed her into the kitchen, then dropped a few sugar cubes into
his cup. “Sorry, just a little hangover, I guess.”

Morgan watched as he poured a
bit of creamer into his cup, then mix it all together slowly.
I
could have sworn he liked black coffee. Am I losing my mind?
Then,
his other words registered. “Wait, hangover? Didn't you only
have two drinks? Or was it more? I don't know...” She was
rambling and went back to attending to her own drink.

“Yeah, I'm a bit of a
lightweight,” Colton laughed. “But it was more like four,
if anyone was counting.”

She smiled and took a few steps
closer, swaying her hips back and forth. When she was close enough to
touch him, she walked behind him and ran her fingernails across his
wide shoulders, then got on her toes to whisper in his ear from
behind. “Four...hmmm.... after the patio, when we finally went
to bed, that's also the number of times you made me...”

“I gotta go check the
horses...be right back...” Colton drank half his cup of coffee
in one drink, then set it on the counter and left Morgan standing in
the kitchen alone.

“Is it me? What the heck
is wrong with him?” Morgan shook her head again, then decided
to get a shower and think about what she'd done to to make him
suddenly standoffish. “He flinched. I know he did...”

A quick shower had given her
more time to dry and straighten her hair, something that she loved
having the time to do. Morgan also had taken the time to find the
perfect, I'm-sitting-around-and-still-looking-fabulous outfit, which
was her low rise skinny jeans, and her favorite low cut red sweater.
She also noticed that it was beyond time to do laundry again, and her
routine of just washing a few outfits at a time just wasn't working
out very well. “Hey, this is going to sound super sexy, but
can I use your washer and dryer to clean my filthy clothes?”
She shook her head at the impending conversation she'd need to have
with Colton, but smiled as she thought that he would probably turn
laundry day into a ton of fun. “Then again, you nearly ran
away when I touched you this morning.”

“Who's running away?”
Colton joined her in the bedroom as she was lost in her own
conversation with herself, and she nearly dropped her phone as she
was just about to slide it in her back pocket. “Don't bother
with a phone, remember? No service?” She nodded, then put the
phone back into her bag.

“I don't know how you do
it, I'd eventually go crazy without my phone or internet.” She
was just about to try to touch him again, just to watch for another
strange reaction, but he stepped forward and picked her up off the
floor. “Oh! You're feeling better, huh?” She laughed
when he put her down.

“Uh, yeah.. much better.”
She couldn't read the strange look on his face, but it didn't matter
because he was all smiles and back to his usual self. “So,
want to see Dallas during the day?” Morgan nodded
enthusiastically, and ran back to her bag to find her brown boots,
her camera and decided to take her phone after all.

*****

The drive to Dallas had
convinced her that his strange behavior that morning had been all in
her head, because Colton was no different then than he was the night
before. They laughed the entire time, and Morgan had even mentioned
that she needed a laundry day, if he was alright with spending one of
his paid days sitting around waiting for her to wash and fold her
unmentionables. He was more than alright with it, and told her that
she was welcome to wash her clothes when they returned from the city.
She was glad to have that settled, and was more than looking forward
to her entire day with the cowboy.

He offered her a choice of
photos first, or breakfast, and Morgan surprisingly chose photos.
Mostly because Dallas was amazing, but also, she wanted plenty of
pictures of her cowboy. The pair spent two hours roaming the big
city, and Colton was more than agreeable to stand in front of
anything and everything while Morgan snapped photo after photo of the
handsome man.

“Alright, I don't know
about you, but I'm starving right about now.” Colton's hand
found its place in her back pocket again as they walked down the
street, scouting out potential restaurants. “You want breakfast
or lunch?” It was nearly noon by the time either of them
thought to look at a clock, but it was still a decent time for either
option.

“Hmm. Breakfast. You
can't go wrong with breakfast any time of the day.” He agreed
and they found a place that served twenty-four hour breakfast. It was
perfect, giving Morgan everything she wanted, including another
opportunity for more photos.

“You put these in that
pink book of yours?” he asked after she finally set her camera
on the table and picked up the menu.

“You saw that?” She
hid her face behind her menu, more to hide the smile of
embarrassment.

“Well, I just took a
peek. Those are all of your clients?” He had no shame in
telling her that he'd snooped through her scrapbook, and even though
he shouldn't have, his attitude about it made her laugh.

“Yeah,” she
started. “And my friends...” During her delay at the
airport, she'd taken the time to catch up on everything with her
little keepsake. She'd added a few more pictures of her recent
clients, as well as wrote down her favorite memories. She'd even
dedicated a few pages to Angel, as well as her new friend, Michael.
Another thing she did was make updates, and she realized, as she did
that, her scrapbook was becoming sort of a journal. On Kole's page,
she'd given a brief,
we're not on speaking terms
message, and
on Tanner's, she'd written a note about him 'dying' and how it had
made her feel. As she thought about some of the things she'd written,
the embarrassment grew as she'd hoped he hadn't read everything
inside.

As usual, the man seemed to
read her facial expression. “I didn't read any of it, if that's
what you're wondering. Just was being nosy. Thought it was a photo
album, maybe embarrassing childhood photos or something.”