Meet Me (15 page)

Morgan:
Mmm
, tell me when you take one.

I swear that man had to only say one word to light my fire.
 

Morgan:
Still no word from
John
?

Tasha
:
Not yet. And I’m getting worried.

Morgan:
Why

Tasha
:
Just…what if he’s not taking it well, or what if he somehow f
inds
out where I am?

Morgan:
I doubt that second one.

Tasha
:
I mean…what if he hurts himself or something.

Morgan:
You think he’s that kind of guy?

Tasha
:
I just don’t know. He keeps everything bottled up.
Doesn’t talk to me about anything hardly
, except what I need to do and how I need to do it. But I know stuff bothers him.

Morgan:
why do you think he’s like that?

Tasha
:
cause
he thinks that’s what a husband is supposed to do. Protect his wife from stress so that she’s not a bad mother.

Morgan
:
Always for somebody besides you.

Pain twisted my gut at that hard truth.

Tasha
:
Yeah

Morgan
:
Not anymore baby. Please know how much I love you. Never forget, okay?

Tears
flooded my
eyes.

Tasha
:
I won’t forget.

Had I ever told Morgan I loved him? Seemed like it
.
I’d surely thought it and felt it a hundred times.

Tasha
:
I love you

I
bit
my
lip. What if he was the type of man that could give love but not receive it?
What if telling him turned him off? Ruined the chase?

Morgan:
do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that? Or see it even?

I let out a breath and smiled.

Tasha
:
sorry. Does it help to know that I’ve thought it a hundred times?

Morgan:
God, yes. I need to see you.

Tasha
:
I can get my mother to come babysit and we can hang out at your place?

Morgan:
I need to make love to you in my bed.

Desire
hit
my veins.

Tasha
:
Why?

I sucked my lower lip, wanting to see his needs in font.

Morgan:
I want the smell of you in my bed, on my pillow. It hurts being without you.

Giddy Cinderella joy raced through
my
heart.

Tasha
:
I can’t tell you how good your words make me feel

Morgan:
I need to see you.

Tasha
:
What time?

Morgan:
Can you be here at seven tonight?

Tasha
:
Sounds like a date. Where do you live?

My heart raced at this part. This answer would tell a lot about him. He’d never said and I’d never asked specifics till now.

Morgan:
1213 Sweet Willow. Do you know where The Ranch is?

Holy hell, The Ranch?

Tasha
:
You mean that city in the middle of our city?

Morgan:
That’s the one.

Tasha
:
You live there?

Morgan:
Most of the time,
lol
. You think you can find it?

Tasha
:
No, but my GPS can.

Morgan:
That’s my brilliant wife. See you then?

Tasha
:
yes

Morgan:
Dress sexy

Tasha
:
Any preferences?

Morgan:
I love you in high heels, panties and bra.

Tasha
:
And a trench
coat?

I snickered
while
desire
pulsed
its familiar tempo in me
.

Tasha
:
What color do you like?

Morgan:
I love you in every color. But tonight, wear red.

Shit, I’d need to run to Wal-Mart for sure.

Tasha
:
okay.

Morgan:
Be careful. And come hungry, I’m cooking for you.

Oh my God, this man…

Tasha
:
you’re a dream.

Chapter Eleven

Damn I was a good shopper.
Red lace
bra
and
panties
on sale
for five bucks!
Would go perfect with my red heels that I could barely walk in.
I was good at faking, though.

Hair straightened, layered and
trimmed,
nails prim and proper.
And red.
Like my toenails and my lips. Even my breath freshener matched. Red
Hots
. Damn I was good.
I concealed the sexy ensemble with a smart suit top that was easy to unbutton
,
and zip up slacks. To the average person
—or
to my children
—mommy
was going to a business dinner. Something told me before this night was over with, I’d surely have plenty to write about. Although since I’d become a writer, I’d quit journaling
, and instead, poured my heart out in fiction
.

I thought I’d vomit when I finally found his place. I could hardly believe it. He lived in one of those adorable slim cottages that reminded me of
millionaire
shotgun house
.

I rang the doorbell, admiring the tiny front porch. It was fall and he had a single chair with a scarecrow among a ton of pumpkins. Bet he went all out for Christmas too. Damn I loved that.

The door opened and I put on what I thought was my prettiest smile.
Easy going and yet sincere.
Wasn’t hard to manage, I felt every bit of those things. “H
i.” I flopped my hand up for a wave,
my cool composure totally wrecked by
Mr.
dream
boat in blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a warm smile. “You look amazing.” Was that even appropriate to say to a man when he opens the door? Not sure, but I didn’t care.

His eyes slowly and thoroughly devoured me.
“Come in.”

I walked into the tiny foyer
and was met with the smells of Chinese food and cedar oil. “Oh wow, your house is beautiful.”
House?
This was hardly
a house
. I scanned the tiny space
while Morgan locked the door. The
intricate wall table holding extravagant knick knacks
was a piece of wood art in itself. And holy
moley
, I’d never seen near h
uman sized vases
before. Not to mention the fancy
black marble floor
they sat on
.
I resisted the urge to whistle
my awe
.

Morgan turned me around by the shoulders and pulled me into his embrace. One of those
God
I missed you
and I never want you to leave
embraces. I returned it eagerly, my hands pressing into his muscular back, while the smell of his cologne
induced a
trembl
ing
need
deep inside my bones. N
ot to mention the feel of his body under my now roaming hands.
He pulled up. “I’d kiss you, but I’m not ready to ruin your lipstick
yet
.”

I smiled. “What’s first?”

“I’m feeding you.” He stroked his thumb on my cheek. “You’ll have to show some restraint.”

I laughed and slid my hand under his shirt. “I’ll try.”

His breath hitched and his abs became rock hard under my touch. “Sure we can’t consider this food?”
I gazed up at him. “This is what I’m hungry for.” I boldly found his bulging cock with my other hand.
“And this.”
I
traced
a finger
over the hard length.

He groaned and un
did
the
first button on my blazer top
.
By the third button,
the heat in his
eyes
intensif
ied
. I slid the jacket off and let it fall to the floor.

“See through,” he whispered, sounding pleased.

I was one step ahead of him on the slacks, already pushing them over my hips. He stepped back to see. Slacks at my ankle, I easily maneuvered my feet out of them
. Funny, I’d anticipated this
very scenario
and wanted to avoid the unsexy hopping around to get slacks over the heels
.

“Let me see you walk.”

Excitement and fear tickled through me, still not the most confident. I’d been working out and dieting but needed to lose ten more pounds. 

I carefully paraded before him in a wide circle, watching him. His eyes slowly scanned my body. His lips parted. I took that as a good sign.

“You lost weight.”

My stomach jumped, not sure about his tone. “Is that…bad?”

His head shook slowly. “You’re beautiful. Turn around.”

I slowly did, hesitant. Fat ass was always the last thing to go. Thankfully it had a nice shape to it. I glanced over my shoulder, startled to find him there.
Startled even more when his hands traced my butt cheeks as though discovering their new shape and feel.
They moved to my hips next, then waist.
Higher still till his fingers pressed into the bottoms of my breasts, which would unfortunately lose weight as well.
I was having difficulty thinking I needed a boob job by the way his voice rasped at my neck while his hands traced over my entire breasts the same way. He slid my hair aside and kissed my shoulder, work
ing
his way up along my neck. At my ear, he whispered, “I’m feeding you first.”

My eyes fluttered shut at hearing in his tone what would come after. Hesitant, I turned and faced him, reaching for his chest.

He intercepted my hands at the wrist and grinned. “
I mean it. Please.”

I
sighed
and let my head fall back a little, resting the weight of my frustration on a hip.

He laughed, scanning my body. “Damn you look hot in sexual frustration. But I promise I’ll make it all better.”

I smiled at hearing the threat in
those words
.
“Am I supposed to eat like this?”

“Definitely.”

“What about you? Don’t I get a show?”

H
is continuously scanning gaze met mine
and the heat there stole my breath
. “I’d say it wouldn’t hurt, but…” He removed his shirt and I bit my lower lip
at the show of those hard abs I’d touched earlier
. Tan muscles rippled in his arms and shoulders as he removed his jeans
.
This man was my dessert.
It was at that moment I realized he was barefoot. I wanted to look at his feet but his pants were gone and his tight white BVD’s with the bulging cock had my undivided attention. It was the boxer kind of underwear and my
God
did he fill them perfectly.

He held his hand out to me. Mesmerized, I walked to him, barely managing to tear my eyes off of his body. He pulled me into his hot frame and I gasped at the skin to skin contact, hands beginning to roam his back. Then firm butt. Jesus. He eased me away by the shoulders. “Eat first.”

Damn it. How was he managing
that cool tone wh
ile I
burned?

I could play games. I smiled
sweetly
a
t him
. “Fine. Feed me Mr. Tormentor.”

His slow grin made me quake. Like I’d found
his well hidden secret
.
Mr. Pleasure Tormentor? I’d read several novels on that. Not my thing but…with him…he could persuade me. And that was a little unnerving.