Page 59 of The Legend of Lovers Hollow

There it was. The heart of the problem.

“Morgan, I want you to listen to me very carefully, but more importantly, I want you to hear me. You don’t have to save it. This is not all onyou. WE will save the hotel, you and me as a team. You don’t have to shoulder this responsibility alone, even if it is your legacy, your inheritance. I and all the others here, both living and dead, are in this together. We will save our home.”

“You seem so sure.”

“I am. Iknowwe’re going to do it. I don’t know how yet, but this place is ours and we will protect it.”

He stares at me, his eyes still filled with questions and worry, but there’s also a new determination in the set of his mouth and his posture.

“Together?” he says.

I nod and smile. “Together. You and me, Morgan. It’s that gut feeling again.”

“I know I’ve said it before, but I really have never met anyone like you, Ellis.”

“And that’s a good thing?” I ask hopefully.

“A very good thing.” He leans in and takes my mouth.

Every thought drains out of my head and all I can register is the feel of his lips and the taste of the whiskey on his tongue. My hands snake into his hair and grip as I roll my hips and feel him harden beneath me.

His hands slide around to cup my buttocks and pull me in closer, guiding me to ride against him, the friction sublime as my own hard cock rubs against his.

“I want you,” I pant against his mouth. “I’ve wanted you all day.”

Releasing his hair, I slip my hands under his sweater to find warm skin. He groans into my mouth and I swallow the sound eagerly. My fingertips rake through his chest hair, my nails lightly teasing over his sensitive nipples, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” he hisses. He reaches for the buttons of my shirt, flicking them open so he can drag the material over my shoulders and kiss every inch of skin he reveals.

I arch into his touch, crying out as his hot mouth closes over my nipple and he sucks tightly.

I’m riding his lap harder now, my dick throbbing in my pants. He switches sides, lavishing as much focus on the other nipple.

I fumble in my desperation for him, my fingers clumsy as I grab the hem of his sweater and drag it up and over his head, breaking the connection between his lips and my chest. Tossing the bundle of material over my shoulder, I wrap my arms around his neck and press our upper bodies together, hot flesh to hot naked flesh. My lips find his once more, and as we slant our lips together, I open and slide my tongue into his mouth.

God, I could kiss this man until the end of time. Every part of me is attuned to him. It feels so perfect, some would say too perfect, but not me. It’s not my nature. I don’t question why, I’d rather spend every moment I have just savouring this sexy, complex man who feels like he was created just for me.

I don’t know how I know that, I just do.

“Morgan,” I gasp, throwing my head back as we break the kiss. He latches onto my neck and sucks a teasing trail down to the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

Goosebumps erupt over my skin and my nipples harden against his chest. I groan again, the rough texture of his chest hair abrading the overstimulated nubs. Before I can open my mouth to demand more, I feel him unhook my trousers and lower the zip so he can reach in and fist my aching cock.

“Fuck,” I cry out, unable to help myself. I thrust forward into his firm grip. As my foreskin slides back, he teases the head of my cock, swirling the dampness of my precum in little circular patterns with his thumb.

He slides this other hand down the back of my trousers, tracing along my crease and pressing against my hole.

“Please,” I moan.

Suddenly, he withdraws both hands. I give a little moue of distress, but he nudges my hips.

“Strip now,” he commands. Fire races down my spine, my cock giving a throb of approval at the authority in his voice.

Not needing to be told twice, I roll off him and onto my back so we’re side by side. Morgan fumbles for the zipper on his jeans and lifts his bum up to shove them and his underwear down his legs, peeling his socks off too. I follow suit, stripping the rest of my clothes off until I’m stark naked. I’m rolling up onto my knees as he opens the drawer to grab the lube.

Once he shifts back, I scrabble back into his lap, making a hum of pleasure at the feel of his hot cock against mine. I give him long enough to squeeze some lube onto his fingertips and reach behind me before my mouth is back on him, kissing him feverishly.

The cool slickness of his fingers presses against my hole, massaging in small circles, then he slides the first finger in slowly. I groan.