Everywhere and Every Way(41)

"Open your eyes."

The low rasp startled her, so she obeyed. Cal poised above her, held in a  muscle lock she didn't understand. Was he afraid he'd hurt her? Sweat  gleamed on his brow. "How do you like it? Slow and easy? Fast and hard?"

Morgan didn't know, because it had been two years since she'd had sex.  Hating to admit her inexperience, she said the only words that came to  mind. "I like it every way."

His jaw clenched. "Crap, you're gonna kill me. So tight and wet. Don't  hide from me. I want to see your face when I make you come again."

Oh, my. Morgan had never engaged in dirty talk during sex, but his words  were like a live wire to her body. The filthier he talked, the crazier  she got, her body softening and opening up to any bad thing he wanted to  do. Instead of surging forward, Cal began to stroke his cock against  her swollen folds, rubbing against her sensitive clit until she was  right there again, at the precipice of orgasm. She writhed beneath him,  digging her nails deep into his shoulders, but he ignored her cues and  kept up the maddening, slow, torturous pace until her sanity shattered  into tiny pieces.

"For God's sake, Cal, fuck me! Please, take me now!"

"Good girl."

He plunged his cock deep inside, burying himself completely. She cried  out and hung on, the sheer width and length of him making her squirm  from the hot, stretching sensation. Morgan gasped. He completely filled  her, allowing no room for anything but the primitive demand to surrender  to him. She tried to fight it-her mind gave a good fight-but then he  started to move and she gave up and gave in.

Cal gave her no time to shore up her defenses. With every stroke, he  claimed her. She hung on to his shoulders while he drove inside her over  and over, rocking his hips, putting just the perfect amount of pressure  on her clit to keep her from tumbling over but maintaining the sharp  edge. She cried his name. She begged. And with one perfect deep thrust,  something in her belly shimmered with staggering heat, and she shot  apart.         

     



 

Brutal pleasure flooded through her, turning her boneless. His dim shout  told her he had followed her over. Tiny convulsions wracked her body as  she drifted down to reality. Helpless to move or make sense out of what  had happened, she had one brief moment of clarity in her spent state  and wondered if she should politely excuse herself. Maybe he wasn't the  sleepover type. Maybe he hated women sharing his bed or trying to spoon.  Maybe-

"Go to sleep, baby." He wrapped her in his arms and cuddled her against his damp chest. "I'm not done with you yet."

Morgan closed her eyes.

God, she'd eaten the chips. Every single last one of them, and it was just as she feared.

It had been a mind-blowing experience. And she wanted more.


"Hmm, that's nice."

The massage on his bare feet was a bit ticklish, but the warm, wet  motions dragged him from a heavy sleep and allowed him to finally  surface. Who would've thought she'd have a foot fetish? Of course, she'd  surprised him in all sorts of wonderful ways last night. But this was-

"Ugh!" He jumped up from the bed and found a delighted Balin by his  feet, tongue hanging out. Gross. Gandalf was by the side of the bed,  patiently waiting for him to open his eyes, and all that doggy intensity  went haywire when Cal finally sat up.

"Shhh, don't wake Morgan," he warned. They wriggled and shook with the  need to get up on the bed and treat Morgan to a good tongue bath.  Overnight guests weren't expected, so the dogs probably thought it was  snuggle time.

Holding back a smile, he swung his legs around and threw on a pair of  sweats. Cal studied Morgan's sleeping form with fierce satisfaction.  He'd made sure there'd be no sneaking out in the middle of the night  this time. No distance or politeness or walls up. Last night had changed  everything, and he didn't intend to go back.

Now he just had to convince Morgan he was right.

Even in sleep, she kept to herself, as if not used to sharing her bed or  her life with someone. Curled up in the fetal position, face smoothed  free of worries, silvery hair spilled messily over her cheek, she looked  open and vulnerable. Cal withstood the rush of possessiveness that  roared in his head and his dick. This was his woman now. Somehow,  someway, she'd dug herself under his skin and stuck.

He led the dogs out of the bedroom and out the front door. Watching them  bound around the lawn, frolicking, his mind went over his odd thoughts.  He'd never felt this good the morning after. The need for her was  strong. But so soon? After one night of great sex? It made no sense. He  wasn't the type to get lovey-dovey or attached. He hadn't been looking  for anything, yet here she was. Just strolled into his life with a  haughty, demanding attitude and a rockin' body, and he fell in one quick  swoop.

The dogs finished up, and he headed into the kitchen to give them food  and water. While they munched on breakfast, he started up the mega  stainless steel coffeemaker and waited for it to finish brewing. How  would she react this morning? Would she be cool and distant? Would she  want to continue their relationship or term it a one-night occurrence?

He sensed their connection went beyond the physical. The way she'd  opened herself up to him last night, and begged so sweetly. The way she  stroked him like he was the only one to feed her hunger. The way she  worried about protocol before falling asleep wrapped tight in his arms.  He'd woken her up three times like an addict needing a hit, and she fell  on him with a fervor that matched his own.

Cal waited for his coffee and pondered. The sun spilled through the  window and lit up the kitchen. Damn, this felt good. He felt good. Even  with Felicia, he was always trying to plan for what she needed next.  He'd been besotted, and in lust. He'd envisioned a bright future with  her, but he'd never looked into her eyes and knew who she really was.  They'd been too young, and not meant for each other.

The moment he slid into Morgan's body and watched her shatter beneath  him, something shifted. It was like coming home after years of searching  for something.

Holy shit, he was waxing poetic after one night with her. This was definitely uncharted territory.

Shaking his head at his thoughts, he glanced at his watch. He'd let her  sleep for a bit longer. They had a long day ahead, and he'd kept her up  most of the night. Humming under his breath, he poured out a mug of  steaming coffee and shared some toast and butter with the dogs.  Hopefully, Dalton had fixed the problem with the inspector and he could  get him on the schedule to start the drywall.

He mentally sifted through the rest of the schedule. It was tight but  still doable. Sure, they'd had some setbacks, but that was part of the  building process. Cal had to admit that, even though the deadline  sucked, he'd had more fun building this house than he'd had in a long  time. Working with Morgan brought a freshness and creativity to the  site, along with a hard-core work ethic he respected. He looked forward  to seeing her every day in her white khakis and pink work boots. She  wasn't above doing a coffee run for the crew, and she handled the  masculine environment with ease. He liked seeing her in the office with  Sydney or bantering with his brothers.         

     



 

And they had four months left.

"Hey."

He turned at the soft greeting and smiled. Morgan's hair was damp from  her shower, and she wore one of his T-shirts with her white pants. Her  face was scrubbed free of makeup. He had a moment of regret that he  couldn't tumble her one last time before the day started, but he doubted  he'd be able to get out of bed if he tasted her one more time. The dogs  shot over to her, pressing against her in competitive ecstasy for the  first belly scratch. She grinned and gave them what they wanted, using  both hands until they were satisfied they'd gotten enough morning love.  Cal wished he could get some, too.

"Hey. I figured I'd wake you in a bit. You needed the sleep."

Her blush was adorable and sexy. She tugged at the hem of his shirt. "I  have to get home and change. My blouse got ripped, so I can't wear it."

The image of him tearing off her blouse to reveal her gorgeous full  breasts shot straight to his dick. In seconds, he was at full mast and  uncomfortable as hell. "I remember." His voice dropped. "My only regret  right now is I didn't rip the pants, too."

Morgan gulped, then swiftly looked away. "Then I wouldn't have anything to wear."

Cal laughed. Oh, this was too good. She'd had her mouth all over him and  there hadn't been a trace of shyness. Seems the morning light changed  her back into a very proper lady. He refused to let her hide, though. He  stalked forward and closed the distance between them. "Exactly."

"I have to go."

"We have fifteen minutes."

Her eyes widened with his insinuation. Cal kept the laughter from his  expression. "Umm, we have the inspector problem and the drywall delivery  and a meeting with Sydney and lots of stuff."