Page 40 of The Last Morgan

She blinked, heart hammering.

“What?” she croaked.

“Are you purposely trying to drive me wild?” he exclaimed.

Lucy’s breath caught painfully in her throat.

She opened her mouth to snap back — but he surged forward, trapping her gently against the edge of the pool.

Not touching her.

Only the barest whisper of heat between them. Lucy felt him growing, he looked down unapologetically.

Lucy’s pulse thundered.

Byron smirked, " You look good wet."

She whimpered without meaning to.

The tension shattered.

He reached for her — cupping her jaw with one strong, wet hand, tilting her face up.

And then he kissed her.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t careful. It was raw.

Byron kissed like a man starved, like he'd been holding back for far too long.

Lucy clutched his shoulders, feeling his powerful muscles flex under her touch, drowning in him.

His mouth slanted over hers, taking everything, giving everything.

She gasped when he bit her lower lip, when he growled softly against her mouth, deep and primal.

His hands slid down, gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him under the water.

Lucy moaned into the kiss, her body igniting, her mind spiraling out of control.

She slid her fingers up into his wet hair, tugging slightly, and Byron answered with a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through her whole body. He moved his hands down and slid the bottom of her bikini to the side and asked her gently, “Can I?” Whilst gently stroking her clit. Lucy was a virgin, she had never been, kissed let alone fucked before.

They broke apart foreheads pressed together, panting. “I can't, not like this. I'm a virgin.” He pushed his lips hard against hers “Fuck! He screamed, don't say that, you're making it harder for me to move”

The world outside didn’t exist.

There was only this.

Only him.

Only her.

His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispered.

Lucy shivered, her body singing.