Page 46 of Wildest Forever (Lovelock Bay #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

MORGAN

P ulling up to the darkened house, he cuts the lights on the truck and turns it off.

Neither of us move for a moment and I know he is trying to work out if I am okay or not.

He slips from the truck and closes the door softly and I count in my head how long it takes him to get to me, my eyes watching him the whole time he is on the move.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Sev—

He is at my door, opening it and holding his hand out for me to take.

“Wife,” his gravelly voice slips over my skin like silk, and I love the way it pebbles.

I smile at him as he leads me towards the house. Slipping my hand from his for a moment as he unlocks the door then steps aside. I frown at the boarded up glass and hate that someone did that to us.

The door closes softly and my head dips, eyes cast down to the floor as I lift my hat from my head and hang it on the hooks beside me.

The sound of his boots fill the small entrance hall, his breath on the back of my neck as he dusts his fingertips over the nape and tucks my hair over my shoulder before his lips press where his fingers once were.

His large hand slips around my waist as he pulls me against him and my head tilts back as I rest it on his chest.

“Baby,” he whispers against my sensitive skin and I find myself nodding slowly.“Can I take you to bed?” and his words send a shiver across my skin.

“Yes,” I breathe, and I feel the way his lips part into a smile on the base of my neck.

He reluctantly lets me go and steps around me, his hands cupping my face.

“If you don't want this...” but I don't let him finish the words that are about to leave his mouth.

I get too in my head at the best of times, I do not want to get into it now.

My lips crash into his and he moans, his tongue slipping past my lips as I let him take control.My hands are hooked around his neck, my fingers twirling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Fingers trail down my body as our kiss deepens, his arms around my waist before he lifts me, my legs locking around his back and I can feel how hard he is through his jeans.

My emotions are all over the place, but I know I want this.I know that I am going to give all of myself to him tonight.He slowly turns and begins to walk up the stairs.

A giggle bubbles out of me, and I think it's a bit of fear that he will drop me.

“I've got you,” he whispers against my lips as if he could read my mind.

I whimper into his mouth when we reach the top and he begins to walk to his room. Kicking the door, it bangs against the wall, and he winces.

“I'll fix that,” he rasps before he gently drops me to the bed, and I gasp.

His eyes are wild and hungry and I know he is going to devour every inch of me.

Lifting his hat from his head, he leans down over my trembling body and places it on my head.

“You wear the hat...” he trails off and my eyes widen. “You become mine forever Sunflower, I am claiming you as mine,” his voice vibrates through me as his lips are on mine, harder than before and I feel the heat blossom between my legs.

“This is all about you baby,” he whispers, pushing up and stepping away from me. My chest rises and falls as I watch him, watch as he looks at me like I am his entirety. Looks at me like he adores every piece of me.

He falls to his knees as his fingers lock around the back of my boot but his eyes don't leave mine.

Slipping it off, he places it down next to him and does the same with the other.

“When we've done this a few hundred times, I want you wearing nothing but those boots and my hat,” he teases and my heart slams. “You're so beautiful and sexy Morgan, and you're all mine,” he growls as his fingers tease up the inside of my jean covered thigh and he unbuttons my jeans.

He moves forward, wrapping his fingers in the waistband and tugs them down and off my ankles, discarding them with my boots.

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing to his feet as he looks down at me.

Wearing his hat, my pink cropped tee and white silk panties... I feel every bit brazen.

Dragging his bottom lip behind his teeth, a low rumble of a growl presents itself in his throat. Leaning forward, his body over mine as he dusts a loose strand of hair from my face, my breath hitches.

“I need to know,” he says softly, his breath warm and wrapped in the bitter taste of beer. “Have you ever been touched...” his fingers trail down my jaw, my neck, my collar bone, a soft gasp slipping past my lips.

My head tosses to the side softly and his lips press against my sternum, “Fuck,” he mutters against my skin and my body flames with heat.

“Have you ever been tasted...” and he knows the answer, I don't even have to shake my head. “Oh baby,” he sighs as his kisses drag down past the hem of my tee and dust over my sensitive skin.

“Pacey,” I whisper as his lips break on my pantie line, his whiskey eyes flicking up to look at me and my chest dips and rises.

“I'll be patient, we will go as slow as you need... this is all about you Sunflower,” he rasps before his lips dust over to my hip bone, licking and sucking at my skin before giving the other side the same attention.

“I want to work you up, have you trembling beneath me. I want to try and make your first time as perfect as I can,” he mutters, his fingertips teasing just inside my panties.“Do you trust me, Morgan?” his eyes are back on me as I rest onto my elbows so I am looking down at him.

“Wholly,” my voice is soft, and I watch as his face lights up, a wide smile spreading across his lips before his eyes fall between my legs.

Nerves spread at the base of my neck and a hurricane of anxiety kicks up in my stomach. His large hand sweeps up and rests just at the base of my ribs, resting it in the center of my stomach.

“Don't be nervous baby,” his lips brush across the front of my panties and a shiver blankets me as his spare hand cups under my ass, pushing my leg up and wider. My greedy eyes fall to him as I watch him skim his fingertips up and down my inner leg, teasing at the side of my silk panties.

“So fucking desperate to feel you on my fingers, taste you on my tongue...” he trails off just as his finger slips inside and dusts across my pussy.

Dragging in a breath, I hold it a little longer as he lets a finger rub against my clit, my mouth popping open and there is something so hot about watching what he is doing to me.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, the pressure of his finger slightly harder as he circles his finger and I nod as a breathy moan slips past my lips.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as his hand that was once on my stomach now glides down and hooks around my panties and I whimper at the loss of his fingers as he curls them around the other side and pulls them slowly down my legs.

His large hand swoops between my legs as he widens them once more, his eyes on my pussy, my eyes on him.

Fingers are back on my clit, soft circles rubbing, a bubbling feeling placing itself in my lower stomach, a soft moan passing my lips which spurs him on to tease a finger at my opening, gently pressing where no man has ever been before.

“Pacey,” I pant, eyes widen and his warm gaze catches mine.

“I've got you,” he reassures me, placing a kiss on my inner thigh as he edges closer. “You're wet baby, so wet,” his gravelly voice pulls the nerves from me, his fingers still on my clit, working me up to a whole new experience, his other finger teasing at my pussy.

Pleasure courses through my veins, my breaths fastening and that's when I feel it.

A sting pulling me from the moment as his finger slips into me, teasing me, stretching me.

“Oh god,” I pant, watching him as he focuses on my pussy, focuses on the way his finger fills me with ease. His teeth are on his bottom lip, his finger buried to the knuckle but he doesn't move it, just keeps his fingers on my clit, rubbing and circling.

“You're doing so well,” he praises me just as he pulls his finger out to the tip, circling then presses a second against me, edging and I tense.

“Relax baby, I've got you,” just as he pushes them both into me, and before I can even come to terms with the feeling that is currently paralyzing me, his mouth is on me, tongue rubbing my clit.

My eyes roll in the back of my head as it falls backwards. He moans, his tongue pressed against my clit and his fingers slipping in and out of my pussy with ease as he pulls them to the tip then plunges them to his knuckles.

“Oh, god, Pacey,” my moany words echo around the room as I finally lift my head and allow myself to look at the way he is making me come undone second by second.

Pleasure consumes me, my legs widening as I find myself lifting my hips.

“Grab onto my hair,” he lifts his mouth for just a moment, and I see a string attached to his lips from me and I look horrified.

He chuckles softly, his mouth centimetres from my clit.

“That's your arousal baby, look how turned on you are,” wetness coating his fingers as he continues pumping them in and out.

Whimpering, his strokes become rougher but it doesn't hurt. I feel a burn coursing through me, my skin tingling and my stomach knotting.

His mouth is back on me and I do as he asks, I reach my trembling hand forward and grab the root of his hair tightly and he moans, as his tongue glides back and forth over my clit, his fingers buried inside of me as they curl up and rub softly.

“Oh,” I moan, my eyes not lifting from watching him pleasuring me.

“That's it, let it go baby,” he whispers, looking at me for a second and I see the smirk that pulls at his lips, his fingers in and out, his thumb brushing over my clit before his tongue is on my clit, sucking before he rubs harder, letting his tongue glide up and down.