Morgan's Surprise: Powertools, Book 2 (4 page)

Joe stripped his jacket from his shoulders then kicked off his boots. She followed his example, or would have, but he stopped her from yanking her sweater over her head with a light touch.

“Let me, sweetheart. Please.” His lusty gaze raked her from head to toe. “I’ve thought about this moment a million times.”

How could she resist? Her hands fell to her sides as she submitted to his whims, melting a little more each instant he lingered over her.

“Yes, like that. I’ll take care of you.” Joe unzipped her boots then slipped them from her feet before tossing them to the side to join his discarded coat. The sure massage of his fingers on her sore arches had her writhing before long.

He tugged back a corner of the plush duvet then urged her to burrow underneath. “Should be nice and toasty in there. Dave helped me rig a heated mattress pad to an old car battery. He’s good at wiring shit like that. I’m pretty sure it won’t electrocute us.”

She laughed. “That’d be my luck. Oh well, at least whoever found us would know we went happy.”

“You have no idea.” Joe beamed as he tucked her under the downy covers. He traced her cheekbone then twirled her hair around his fingers.

Morgan held her breath as he stripped off his T-shirt. Air escaped with a rush when he unbuttoned his jeans. Her wide-eyed stare flicked between his hardening nipples and the smoky trail leading from the base of his washboard abs straight into the gaping vee of his fly. He toed off his socks, revealing his sexy feet, then he met her eager gaze.

“You ready for this? It’s not too late to stop.”

“Don’t you dare. I want you to hold me—skin on skin.”

“Shit, yes.” He stood to peel the denim from his toned ass and bunched thighs with one swipe of his massive hands.

She gulped.

He gave ideal male forms like David a run for their money. Tan, tan skin made her itch to lick him, to discover if he tasted like salty caramel. No puny fig leaf would do the job in covering him up either.

Morgan wet her lips when his cock bobbed, thick and heavy, against his inner thigh.

“Let me in, cupcake, or there won’t be much to look at. It’s freaking frosty out here.”

“You, cold? Impossible.” She laughed then invited him to lay beside her with a sweep of her arm.

“It’s nice and cozy in here. I think I’m actually starting to sweat a bit.”

“What can I say, seeing me naked has that affect on girls.”

“And some guys,” Morgan added as he collapsed beside her, tickling her as punishment.

They giggled together like children telling naughty jokes, rolling beneath the heated blankets, mussing the perfect setting. Christ, had she ever enjoyed a man in her bed this much? When their chuckles died down, Joe swallowed the dregs of her laughter in another all-consuming kiss.

There was nothing funny about the way he made out.

His tongue swept past her parted lips to explore the ridges of her gums. First soft then firm as he tensed and relaxed—thrust and retreat—the moist tip flicking over hers. Teasing. Tasting. Morgan stared into the green depths of his eyes, noticing how much darker they looked when he got turned on. Before she could get her fill, he lifted up onto his arms. “Now, about that dessert.”

Joe dove beneath the covers, settling between her legs. He shouldered her thighs apart then tortured her by laying his chin on her mound while he played with her abdomen. Muscles quivered beneath his exploratory strokes. He traced the swells and dips of her midriff beneath the sweater, inching the cashmere higher and higher to make room for his lips and tongue.

By the time he’d gathered the fabric below her bra, she struggled to catch a breath. His moist lips dragged across the sensitive ridges of her ribs, exacerbating her respiratory issues. If he hesitated any longer, she would take things into her own hands and speed up the process.

Morgan’s hands snuck below the covers, prepared to clutch the hem and pry her sweater free when a whisper halted her motion.

“Ever want something so bad, for so long, that when you finally get it, you’re not sure what to play with first?”

“Yes!” She hadn’t meant to shout but she craved him everywhere, all at once. The anticipation had her on edge. “Start by stripping me faster.”

His laughter held a strangled note.

Compliance had never seemed like one of Joe’s strengths, but a wash of cool air snuck through the gap in the covers, replacing his scorching touch below her breasts. He skipped along her belly, avoiding her 22

pussy entirely even when she arched toward his skimming fingers. The infuriating man caressed her legs until he reached her feet. He slid her socks off, massaged her ankles and calves then surprised the hell out of her when he fisted his hands in the fabric behind her knees. A solid yank divested her of her pants.

Thank God she hadn’t opted for her skinny jeans.

A series of nips and licks along her knees to her inner thighs marked Joe’s return journey to her core.

He didn’t screw around when he reached her soaked thong. His fingers tucked beneath the narrow ribbons forming the sides of the delicate covering then guided the scrap of underwear off her. Molten lust bubbled inside her, flowed in her veins and from her steaming pussy.

Joe emerged from their cocoon with the silky material between his teeth. He flung it to the side with a shake of his head that ruffled his hair and made her itch to feel it between her fingers again. The sight, which should have either horrified or amused her, somehow excited her more. He could recite the phonebook and it would make her hot.

Before disappearing out of sight beneath the blanket, he paused as though he couldn’t resist tasting her swollen lips again. Morgan had never really enjoyed tonsil hockey before. Something about it had always seemed too invasive, too personal, too intimate. Kissing Joe brought new meaning to lip lock.

He fit her as if they were molded for each other, tasted like all her favorite dishes in one and somehow knew exactly where to focus his efforts to drive her past reason. He licked the inside edge of her lips, tracing her gum line. A shock of pure arousal zinged straight to her pussy.

In response, she flung out her arms, clasping him to her to encourage him to do it again. He groaned, sank closer and complied. The maneuver thrilled them both as their bare legs and abdomens pressed together for the first time. His broad shoulders overflowed her clenching hands, which marked him with tiny crescents from her nails.

“Jesus!” Joe drowned out her whimper. “You feel perfect against me. Silky, soft, curvy and warm.”

His hands traveled up her sides as though on rails bolted to either edge of her torso. He gathered the sweater. “Lift up.”

Obedient, she raised her arms and sat forward enough for him to guide the material beneath her then over her head. The moment he revealed her cleavage, he descended to sample her abundant breasts. Her super-structured bra helped shape her, but she’d always thought her chest one of her best features.

“I’m sorry,” Joe mumbled before burying his face between the pale mounds. He sucked a patch of skin above the lacy line of her bra into his mouth. The pressure of his hold stung a bit, but also beaded her nipples beneath the confines of the padded garment.

“Why apologize? So good,” she panted. “More.”

He angled his face to speak against the curve of her breast. “Some women don’t like to be marked.”

“I’m not some women.” Proof of his possession, even a temporary claim, felt like a badge of honor.

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“Definitely not.” He licked the pretty purple spot while his talented fingers unhooked her bra with a deft flick.

“And I don’t mind being marked by you.” Morgan swore he held his breath as he unwrapped her chest as if it were an elegant gift. The chilly night fluttered across her nipples, crinkling them into compact nubs.

Waves of contrasting heat radiated from the man above her when he swooped in, capturing the tip of one breast between his teeth, covering the other with his calloused palm.

Shocks of arousal coursed along her nerve endings, jolting them both with her reaction. She moaned long and loud when the blazing tip of his cock left a moist trail of pre-come on her thigh. Joe thrust against her as he continued to lave her breasts, suckling in time to the arc of his hips. The motion inspired her to spread her knees wider to welcome him closer to his goal.

When she snaked one leg around his hip, the blunt head of his cock traced the wet furrow of her pussy. She had to have him inside. Now.

An outraged cry escaped her throat when he eluded the shift of her hips that would have buried him to the hilt in her clenching channel.

“Wait. Gotta grab a condom.”

“No.” She gripped the hair at his temples to keep him in place while she gathered her scattered thoughts long enough to convince her soon-to-be lover to stay. “I’m on the pill. Don’t want any barriers between us.”

“Always have safe sex.” Joe shook his head as much as he could in her hold. “We never do it without a rubber.”

“Then you’re clean.” She flashed him a grateful smile. “Like me.”

“Really?” His chest crushed hers when he took great heaving breaths. “Bare. Inside you?”

“Yes.” She squirmed beneath the heated pressure of his weight in an attempt to wedge her arm between them and force his cock inside. “Now. Please!”

Joe’s hips rocked, notching the plump, dripping tip of his erection at her entrance. The initial contact caused her to cry out. Pleasure resonated between them at the simple connection. He cupped her cheeks in his palms then bestowed a tender kiss a moment before he began to work inside.

Morgan’s breath caught in her lungs then rushed out in ragged pants.

Holy shit, he feels even bigger than he looks—and that’s saying something.

Another tiny hitch out then he ground forward, stretching the clamped walls of her pussy as he spread her wetness along the swollen tissue.

“Sorry.” She winced when he lodged, no more than a few inches, inside her. “It’s been a while and Craig—no guy I’ve slept with—had nothing on you.”

“You’re soaked, but so tight.” He withdrew, inciting panic in her fevered mind. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

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She had to have him. “Not!”

Joe evaded her seeking lips as she tried to freeze him with a kiss.

“You’re not hurting me.”

“I am.” At least he didn’t abandon their pallet. Candlelight glinted off his skin, slick with light perspiration. “But I’ll fix it. Relax.”

This time the cold didn’t disturb her when the blankets shifted to her waist. Nothing could have penetrated the bubble of energy surrounding them. Together, they generated enough electricity to light all the stars twinkling in the sky above them.

The man of her dreams licked his way along her belly, which rose and fell as her pussy flexed—

attempting to grip the thick cock that no longer tunneled inside her. His pounding heartbeat echoed in the stiff length of flesh, making it bob and bounce near her shin.

One of his hands burrowed beneath her ass, holding a whole cheek in his palm, while two fingers of the other pressed to her dripping slit. Before she could register his intent, Joe’s tongue darted out and stole a taste of the juices slicking her labia. He followed the crease of her pussy to her clit, placed a gentle kiss on the hard bundle of nerves then slipped one finger in her to the second knuckle.

“Oh, yes! Yes!” Even such minimal penetration provided some relief from the pressure building within.

But she had to have more.

Much, much more.

Morgan wrapped her hand around the back of Joe’s head then drew him close while she thrust her hips, fucking his face with an abandon she’d never before possessed. He devoured her in return. His primal grunts and moans of approval rocked her, forcing his finger to plumb her depths. When it glided in and out with ease, he added a second, stretching her further. The sinful ache overwhelmed her, especially combined with the figure eight he made with his tongue around her clit.

His mouth was so talented, she didn’t give a fuck how many women—or men—he’d practiced his moves on before her.

“Fuck me,” she screamed as his expert manipulation drove her toward the brink. “So close.”

He lifted his head long enough to grin and taunt, “I bet I can make you come in the next five seconds.

I want to taste your orgasm. Hear you shatter. Feel you surrender. Finally.”

Joe punctuated each desire with a lick, a thrust and a nibble. He spread his fingers where they speared inside her.

“No.” She didn’t mean to scratch his back like a wildcat, but she couldn’t restrain herself from raking her nails over his bunched shoulders. “Want you. Want your cock. Buried deep.”

“Soon.” He added a devious suckling on her clit.

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“No!” Her head thrashed on the pillow. She could no longer hold her neck up enough to watch him at work—her bones had liquefied. “Want to come with you.”

“You will,” he growled around her pulsing clit. “I promise.”

She didn’t believe him, but her disappointment couldn’t prevent the tide rushing toward her now. It had caught her in its force and dragged her out to sea, no matter how she struggled against its hold.