A Heart's War (The Broken Men Chronicles Book 5) (9 page)

The moment I said those three words, the chocolate pools that stared back at me glimmered with tenderness.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

My arms loosened their hold on her and rubbed up and down her upper arms as I studied her face.  Pupils dilated, lips swollen from my kisses, a rosy flush to her cheeks – the woman was beautiful.  And for some fucked up reason she wanted me.  I’d be a fool not to try and find my place in the world, and to chase a possibility at happiness with her.

“I’m not sure I can do this right, or do it at all.” I swallowed hard.  “But I don’t think I can fight what’s going on here.  Even if I could, somehow, it feels as though it would be a losing battle.”

She pecked my lips.  “We’ll take it slow.”

I pushed her hair behind her ears, studying her further, and cupped her face between my palms.  “I can’t do slow right now, sweetheart.”

Morgan’s eyes widened as the realization hit that she was sitting over what I would have to dignify as a world-class erection.  I laughed at her deer-in-the-headlights expression and pulled her in for another kiss.

Slow and sweet turned into pure unadulterated heat the moment my tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she opened for me on a moan.  Her hands rubbed up my chest and over my shoulders as she pulled me tight against her body.

My hand fisted her golden locks and tilted her head back as I rained kisses down her chin, along her jaw and her throat.

“You smell amazing.  Taste so good,” I mumbled against the exposed skin above her tank top.  She shivered before pulling away, her gaze filled with fire.  “I want more.”  The woman nodded her consent with vehemence.

She leaned in and smashed her lips against mine.  “Shirt,” she said and bit my lower lip, soothing the sting with her tongue. “Take it off.”

Her hands reached for the hem and I helped her pull my t-shirt up and over my head, then Morgan let it drop onto the floor behind her.  Cool fingers traced the scars that marred my chest – the ones inflicted by my captors.  I reached to pull her hand away, but her lips replaced her digits and I was ensnared by the sweetness that was Morgan.

Her lips left a blazing trail from my markings up to my neck and jaw.  She paused to nip and suck on my earlobe, which had me near my breaking point where self-control was concerned.

“You’re killing me here, Morg.”

She’d giggled before, but never had I heard her sounding so carefree and sexy until now.

Pulling away with a Cheshire cat grin, she grabbed for the hem of her top and pulled it up, revealing the black lace that hid underneath.

“I want your hands, your lips, on me, Theo.”  She leaned down as if she couldn’t get enough of my kisses.

My hands ran up her sides, feeling the heated silken flesh before tracing my thumbs beneath the underwire to her bra.  My fingers worked their way toward those two luscious mounds that I ached to touch.

I pulled the lace down, exposing her breasts, her nipples starting to peak.  “Beautiful.” I squeezed one and took the other in my mouth, flicking my tongue over its tip.

Morgan hissed, her head falling back onto her shoulders, her body arching toward me.  “Oh, yes!” Her fingers grabbed my nape and held my head to her breast in a begging act to continue.

I switched to the other, wanting to devote as much attention to it as I had to the first.

Her hips ground hard onto my stiff cock, my jeans feeling unbearable.

“Theo, please.”  Her voice was hoarse with desire.  “I need…
please.
”

I pulled back, blowing on the damp and erect tip.  “What do you want, baby?”

“More!  I need to feel you,” she said, her breathing having gone ragged. Her hand skimmed down my chest. “I need all of it.”  She cupped me over my jeans and squeezed.

I growled.  “In time, sweetheart.  I’m far from done with you, yet.”

She whimpered.

I picked Morgan up by her ass and twisted around to lay her down in the middle of the mattress, the plastic covering to shield her linens from dust crinkling beneath us.  Straddling her thighs, I reached for the button on her shorts at the same time her hands grabbed onto my belt buckle.

I laughed at the determined yet rushed look on her face.

“What?”

I stilled her hands.  “Patience.”

“But…”

I leaned forward and hovered above her face.  “Baby, I’d love nothing more than to whip my dick out and fuck you senseless, right now, but I need to taste you first.” I proceeded to kiss her swollen lips as my hand trailed down to cup her heat. “Right here.  See if you’re just as sinful as that mouth of yours.”

The woman’s chocolate eyes darkened.  “Theo,” she said breathless and squeaked when my thumb added pressure to the junction between her thighs, making her squirm.

I smirked.  “You’re a wildcat in bed, aren’t you?”  My lips trailed down her body, not caring what her answer was. When I reached her waist, I paused to look up at her.  “Take off your bra, Morgan,” I ordered as I began to shimmy her shorts down from her hips.  She released the front catch to it as she lifted her hips to aid me with stripping her lower half.

“Theo?” Morgan lay bared to me, and I had yet to move from between her legs, transfixed by her sex.  When I didn’t say anything, I felt her emotionally pull away, soon followed with her attempt at a physical withdrawal.

“Don’t move,” I growled and reached out to run the back of my fingers over her moist lips, mostly bared, except for a small patch of trimmed hair above her pubic bone.  “You’re beautiful,” I said with reverence.  My eyes moved up to meet hers.  “All of you, Morgan.  Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Theo,” she whispered and reached for me.

I shook my head and quickly shifted so my face hovered above her pelvis.  “Patience,” I repeated, trailing a finger through her slit, delighting in the scent of her body wash mixed with the one of unmistakable desire.

I lowered my face, keeping my eyes fused to her bewildered ones.

“Theo!”  She cried as my thumbs opened her up and my tongue flicked her clit.  “I don’t think…”

“Don’t think, baby.  Just enjoy.”

“But-”

“Hasn’t anyone…?” I let my words trail.  She blushed.  “Seriously?”  She shook her head indicating the negative.  “You mean to say-?”

“No!” Morgan said exasperated.  “No one’s eaten me out since
him
, all right?  I-I don’t taste good, okay?  Is that what you want to hear?”  I could tell she was embarrassed. Hell, the tension in her body had her strung tight like a bow that was about to snap.

“Baby-”

She shook her head.  “Just don’t, okay?  Let’s drop it.  I don’t need your pity.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Well…”

“What I pity are the idiots that never took the time to taste you.”

“What?”

I ignored her reply, giving her a lick from bottom to top, twirling my tongue around her nub, and finished off with a quick flick that had her thighs quivering.  “Yep, I was right the first time.  You’re delicious, baby.”

It didn’t take much to halt her protesting as her hips came up off the mattress, aimed straight for my mouth on my next assault.  I took her action as agreement and wrapped my lips around her pearl, sucking her, and pushed a finger into her core.

“Oh!”

Her hips began to ride the combination of my mouth and hand.  I pulled away, engrossed in her many faces of bliss and added a second finger.

“Damn, baby.” I kissed the inside of her quivering thigh.  “You’re so close.”

“I need you now, Theo,” she said between pants.

“Not yet, baby.  I want to feel you explode on my tongue.”

“No!”

“Yes.”  I growled, and then latched onto her clit and she collapsed onto her back, fisting her hands in the plastic sheeting as she succumbed to my ministrations.  I reached for her sweet spot.  “Give in, baby.  Give it all to me.  I promise I’ll take care of you.”  It’s all it took as her body bucked and her flavour coated my tongue on a cry that resonated off the walls.

My cock ached against the zip to my jeans, and I was quick to undo my belt and the like, shoving my pants and underwear down my hips before settling over her body.

By the time I’d reached her face, she pulled my head down to capture my lips with hers.

My length was pushed into the cradle of her thighs and I ground myself against her slickness.  It would be so easy to just sink myself inside her.

The thought had my body stiffening.  “Fuck,” I mumbled against her lips and buried my head in the crook of her neck.

“What is it?” Morgan asked, her fingertips trailing over my spine.

“Please tell me you have condoms.”

She shook her head.  “I threw them out after…”

I lifted my head to look at her, brow arched.  “Are you saying that you-?”

She shook her head.  “Not since Richard.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Well, yeah.  Things weren’t…  After he…  I’ve been on the pill for years, but I just never trusted him to-”

I fused my lips to hers and pulled away to look her in the eyes.  “I don’t want to hear about
him
.” I kissed her hard again.  “We can wait, do other things, until we have condoms.  I wouldn’t mind another taste of-”

She shook her head.  “You’re clean?”

I was taken back by her question.  I’d never gone without a rubber before, and what was strange was that the thought of doing so didn’t bother me in the slightest when it came down to Morgan.  “I was given a complete workup before my discharge.  I’m clean and I haven’t been with anyone since…well, in over three years.”

At that moment, her legs lifted and wrapped themselves around my ass where she squeezed me closer to her core.  My eyes widened.  “Please,” she said.

I reached down between us and grabbed my shaft.  The hold of her legs slackened a bit and I dragged my tip across the length of her slit, watching her reaction.  “You’re sure?”  I teased her clit with the head of my cock.

Shivering, she moaned and tilted her head back, her eyes closing.  “Please,” she whispered, sounding pained this time as her breathing grew heavier.  “I need to feel you, all of you.  Come inside me, Theo.”

“Eyes.  Give me your eyes.”  It’s all I needed to say as I positioned myself at her entrance and began to push in until she took me to the hilt.

The woman panted, her eyes glazed over, her lips pursed, and her skin flushed.  I couldn’t begin to describe how she felt wrapped around me, and I had yet to move.  Damn, she was tight, and I was terrified of humiliating myself like some horny teenager.  I knew I wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination, and the slight tension in her brow told me that a little pain had come with the pleasure of my invasion.  I waited, regaining my bearings, letting her adjust.

Nuzzling her nose, I pressed my lips to hers in a tender kiss.  “Okay?”

“You feel amazing.” Awe laced her words.

I chuckled.  “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”  I pulled back and thrust in, and then I did it again, keeping things slow, savouring the silken feel of her heated depths, despite my desire to pound into her, find quick relief, and then rush to the next round.  Had it been a decade ago, hell, even three years ago, that’s what I’d have done.  But this right here, with Morgan, was different.  This moment of ours needed to be savored. 
She
needed to be savored…worshipped.

When Morgan’s hands squeezed my ass, I upped my tempo.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled, my face buried in the pillow next to her head, grinding my pelvis into hers.

“Oh, God!  I’m going to come!”

“Not yet.”

“Theo!”

“Wait for me, baby.”  I was so close.  A few more thrusts would do it, and when it did, I cried out, “Now, baby!  Let go!”

Her body stiffened and shook beneath me.  She cried her release which I captured with my mouth, as I groaned mine into hers, feeling her core clamp down on me like a vice to the point I could barely move inside her.

Breathless, but refusing to allow any distance, I slid back and forth inside her, bringing us back down from our cloud of bliss.  I kept from crushing her body with mine by leaning on my elbows, our mouths sharing the air, our faces were so close.

In a sudden manoeuvre, she tucked her head into my neck and hugged me tight before I heard her soft, “Two.”

“Two what, baby?” I asked, rolling us over to our sides, careful to keep us connected.

“Orgasms,” she mumbled against the skin of my chest.

My arms wrapped around her tight.  I understood what she meant by that, and I was floored that as beautiful as she was, as forward as she could be, that she was bashful with certain aspects of sex, mainly talking about it.

“I hope that’s not a complaint.” I laughed, kissing the top of her head, and giving her another quick squeeze.

Her head lifted.  Her eyes shimmered, and her lips quirked up.  “No, I’m definitely not complaining.”  That quirking of her lips turned into what I could only describe as a devilish grin.  Her hand roamed from my shoulder to stop and stroke my nipple before she brought her mouth to it to nip and then suckle.  “My only complaint is that I have to wait until you’re ready to go again.”