Page 10 of The Mountain Man's Determined Bride
“Oh there’s no question about tha…” Her luscious lips grazing over his stopped all meaningful thought, his groin jumping into overdrive. He was compelled to match her actions, kissing her gently at first to give her a chance to back out but by the way she returned his gesture, she had no intention of backing out.
“Morgan I want you so bad right now.” His hands rose across her silky stomach, pushing the satin pajama shirt up as he approached her braless breasts. Full and plump round mounds he missed but had never forgotten the feel of. It was like riding a bike, once you learned you never forgot. And he also remembered just how much pressure to apply when squeezing and teasing her nipples to drive her wild.
She arched into his hand right on cue, just like a kitten being stroked along the arch of their back. “See Morgan, I never forgot.”
“Luke, please touch me all over, make love to me. I need you so much. I was so afraid I’d forgotten what your touch felt like.”
“I’ll make sure you never forget anything about you and me. I’m gonna love you like I never did before.”So much it’ll ruin her for anyone ever again. She’ll be mine from here on out.
Feeling like the night had gone too quickly, Luke squinted his eyes at the first light of morning. It looked like the sun was shining but with so much snow, who knew what time of day it had become. He’d tossed and turned all night, heated dreams of Morgan. Once he’d adjusted to his surroundings, he realized he wasn’t in his room.
“Shit, those weren’t dreams.”
One of his biggest fears was her not being willing to let him back in or get any closer to her emotionally but obviously they’d breeched those barriers and more last night.
Muffled thumps coming from the living room sidetracked his contemplation. He jumped out of bed and slid on his jeans but remembered he hadn’t been wearing anything else when he’d come to check on Morgan last night. In the living room he found her readying to run again.
Chapter Nine
“Hey, where you goin’?” Morgan was dressed for a blizzard in a winter coat with her saddle bags thrown over her shoulder. She should have known he wouldn’t let her leave that easily.
“Time for me to head out. The snow stopped last night.” She started to walk around Luke.
“Whoa there,” his big hands flailed in front of her. “What do you mean head out? You’re just gonna leave me here?” To say he looked shocked was an understatement.
“Yep. You’re a big boy right? Or do I need to escort you down the mountain so you don’t fall off your horse again?”
“Oh there’s the smartass I know and love so well. You aren’t going anywhere Morgan. Not until we talk.”
“We don’t have anything left to say Luke.” She patted him on the chest and turned her back, trying to move around him. Praying to God he wouldn’t bring up last night, ever. Only a small lapse in judgment on her part.
“Oh…oh yes, we do andwe, meaning meandyou aren’t leavin’ here til we do.” Luke placed his large cowboy-weathered hand around her dainty little wrist, spinning her around to face him again. She hadn’t expected his physical reaction but when he flipped her, she lost her balance, falling right into his arms.
“Now this is more like it…” Then she slapped him, deservedly so.
“How dare you, you, you… ugh. Let go of me!” Too shocked and unprepared for him to hold her so close again, Morgan struggled against his grip.
“I’m not letting go until you calm down. Now you listen here Morgan….”
“Don’t youMorganme you jerk. Let me go! I’m not staying in this cabin one minute longer with you here.” This time, she pulled as hard as she could and slipped free of his hold.
“Oh shit,Morgan…”
She should have seen it coming. Luke had secured such a tight hold on her that when she finally broke free, momentum took hold and as luck would have it, the couch was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Morgan flew backward head over heels, landing in a crooked heap between the cushions and the floor. She’d been danged lucky not to hit her head on the coffee table because there could have been some serious emergency issues. He probably would have had no clue what to do.
Morgan sat in a semi glued-to-the-chair position for a minute to get her bearings straight. The stars consuming her eye site started to fade and Luke’s voice became more than just a jumbled mess.
“Morgan I am so sorry, are you okay? Here let me help…” She held up a hand to stop him mid-sentence.
“No it’s okay, don’t touch me. I think you’ve done enough already. Just give me a minute would ya?” She needed to make sure nothing was broken before she moved. She could tell there would definitely be bruises later because she hurt like hell but nothing screamed broken.
She slowly moved one leg then the other to the floor to give her a little leverage but Luke was there in a flash offering his strength.
“Take it slow sweetheart; that was an awful fall. I don’t want anything to be broke or out of place. Let me bear your weight.” He extended both hands toward her, ready to move her.
The heat consumed her face with every passing second. Just the thought of Luke’s hands on her again, threatened to send her insides past the boiling point and right back to the middle of last night. She also knew she didn’t have much choice. The pain was already becoming more unbearable and she didn’t think shecouldget up off the floor without help. She’d fallen out on the mountains during rescues hundreds of times but flipping over the back of the couch wasn’t the same thing at all.
Hesitantly she held up a hand to anchor on Luke hoping he wouldn’t pull too hard but apparently that was the least of her worries. When he finally gripped her hand, she forgot all about the aches from the fall. The electricity that shot through her fingers when they touched his seemed strong enough to light up the whole room without a generator. She immediately pulled away, thumping her back on the floor.