Secrets of a Fake Fianc�e

by Yahrah St. John

  Suddenly Jared was lifting her off the sofa and walking. She didn’t know where he was going because she was greedily kissing him. Seconds passed, then she felt the softness of the mattress as Jared laid her down and joined her on the bed. But instead of climbing astride her, he lay beside her.

  “Don’t stop,” Morgan whispered fiercely, looking over at him.

  “I have no intention of stopping. I want you, Morgan. I want to touch, taste and discover every part of your body.”

  Morgan’s stomach dipped at his intimate words and she blushed.

  “But I want you to be sure,” Jared said, his dark glittering eyes laser focused on her, “so we’re going to take this slow.”

  “I don’t want slow.”

  Jared laughed—the low, husky sound caused every cell of her body to be acutely aware of him. “How about we undress first?”

  Morgan sat up on her haunches and leaned over to start unbuttoning Jared’s shirt. He smiled at her enthusiasm and seemed content to let her take over. When she was done with the buttons, he shrugged off his shirt, then deftly removed his shoes and socks and returned to the bed.

  Morgan’s eyes roamed over Jared’s gorgeous body. He was so magnificent with his powerfully hard masculine chest and impressive six-pack. She stroked her hand down the length of his chest. Feeling the sprinkling of hair set her nerve endings on fire so she kept going until she reached the waistband of his jeans. She’d felt his lust during their kisses, but now she would feast her eyes on him. She unzipped his jeans, working them down his slim hips until he was able to step out of them.

  Morgan’s gaze dropped to his black boxer shorts, which in no way concealed his arousal. She licked her lips and slipped her hand inside the waistband to curl her fingers around him. She explored the shape of him and could feel moisture at the tip.

  “Morgan.” She heard the warning in Jared’s tone and then his mouth was on hers in a blistering kiss sending a bolt of lightning straight through her. And when his tongue came in search of hers, she joined him in a dueling tango of lips and tongues. Jared splayed his fingers into her hair and Morgan’s scalp tingled with the sensation. He was making her feel desired and every part of her wanted him.

  Every part.

  Jared lifted his head long enough to pull off his boxer shorts and kick them aside. Now he stood naked at the foot of the bed while she was still fully clothed. Morgan knew there was something wrong with this picture, but sensed Jared was okay with the dynamic. He was comfortable in his own skin while she was burning up.

  She reached for the hem of her tunic and lifted the offending garment over her head until she was wearing only a bra. His gaze went to her breasts. Morgan reached behind her back, unclipped the bra and let the cups fall away from her breasts.

  Jared swallowed audibly. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice strained. Then he moved toward her and laid her gently back down on the bed. Morgan hooked her fingers in the waistband of her leggings and glided them along with her panties down her thighs and legs, finally throwing them in a heap on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

  Morgan had never gone this far with a man, never been this vulnerable. She wasn’t frightened, though, because the look in Jared’s eyes was naked hunger. He came down beside her and his lips found hers once more. Morgan wanted to feel his lips everywhere, tasting her and tantalizing her with sensual promise only he could fulfill. When he lifted his head at last, he was breathing hard. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

  “I know, but I don’t want you to.”

  Jared began slowly caressing her breasts. Then he lowered his head and circled his tongue around a tight nipple, teasing it. He drew the bud into his mouth with gentle sucks that sent riotous pleasure surging through Morgan. He moved his attention to the other breast and her desire ratcheted up a notch when he added teeth and gentle pressure to his ministrations.

  He didn’t stop at her breasts; he continued upending her with soft kisses and flicks of his tongue along her stomach and belly button. Morgan knew what came next—she’d read Harlequin romances—but she’d always she’d been too shy or embarrassed to allow what was coming next to happen.

  But as Jared’s mouth traveled lower, nipping the back of her knees and kissing her thighs, he stopped shy of what she really wanted. What she needed.

  With a boldness she didn’t know she had, Morgan begged. “Please…”

  Jared listened.

  He softly kissed her mound, allowing her time to get used to him in such an intimate part of her body. When she didn’t balk, Jared gently began lapping at her with soft strokes of his tongue. The intimate caress caused powerful sensations to cascade down her body, but Morgan didn’t pull away. So Jared went deeper still and when his lips and tongue came to that swollen nub, he sucked hard.

  Morgan closed her eyes as Jared tantalized, licked and teased her wet core. Her heart hammered in her chest and she ached deep inside, wanting to be filled, wanting to have him inside her, but unable to voice it. Pleasure was building so hard and fast and spreading through her like wildfire and she began to shake uncontrollably.

  “That’s it,” Jared whispered softly as her body grew tense. “Let go, so I can taste you.” He continued worshiping and exploring her with his mouth. Morgan dug her nails into the tousled sheets, desperate for something to anchor her for what was coming, but there was nothing. Her orgasm was intense and she screamed out her release.

  As she drifted out of the pleasure cloud, Jared was right beside her. “You okay?” he murmured.

  She nodded. Blushing furiously, she tried to cover her face with her hand, but he wouldn’t let her.

  He framed her cheeks with his palms, his gaze searching. “Don’t hide from me during our lovemaking. I need to know if you like everything we’re doing or if you want me to stop. At any time, you can say no, okay?”

  Tears bit at the back of her eyes. How had she found a man so giving in the bedroom? All Morgan could do was nod.

  “Good,” he grinned, “because that was just the appetizer. It’s time for the entrée.”

  Jared was doing his best to slow down—to fight his body’s instinctive need to dominate and control. But he had to. Jared had never made love to a virgin, so he would have to take his time and be sure Morgan could handle each step. But it was hard on his libido—and he was hard as a rock.

  He reached in the pocket of his jeans for a condom. He always carried protection though lately he’d wondered if he’d ever get the opportunity to use it. But now he knew why Morgan had been guarded. She’d been traumatized by the act of sex. It was a privilege and honor she’d chosen him to be her first partner and he didn’t take it lightly. He wanted to show her how pleasurable it could be between two consenting adults.

  He unwrapped the condom and put it on and then came back to settle between Morgan’s legs, his weight propped up on his arms. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Morgan took his face in her hands and kissed him. She wasn’t tentative or scared. She deepened the kiss, entwining her tongue with his, and he tasted everything sweet and somewhat forbidden about this woman. He let her set the rhythm and pace, let her lead.

  Then he reached between them and parted her with his fingers. He gently inserted one finger. When she accepted him without flinching, he inserted another, moving them ever so lightly. Morgan undulated against his hands, all the while keeping her mouth locked tightly against his. Jared loved every minute of it.

  “You still okay?” he murmured, removing his hand.

  “Hmm…” Morgan released a low moan.

  Jared moved over her, positioned himself and slowly began to enter her, stretching her wide so she could fully accept him. He took his time so she could get used to his length.

  “Oh…” Her eyes opened in wonder, locking with his.

  “Am I hurting you?” Jared felt his bro
w crease in alarm. It was taking tremendous restraint to hold back and not thrust deep to the hilt inside her.

  “No, d-don’t stop…”

  Jared slowly inched further inside her, inch by delicious inch. There was a moment when he reached a barrier and Morgan cried out and clutched his shoulders as she sensed the shock of his final penetration. He apologized in advance before he pushed through the last breach and was fully seated inside her.

  He rose on his elbows. “Please tell me you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine, better than fine.” Her lashes were wet, but she wasn’t crying. She reached behind him and clutched his behind. “I told you don’t stop.”

  Jared released a sigh and began thrusting, slowly and gently. He kissed her breasts and throat, taking his time on the way back to her mouth. Then he pushed his tongue between her teeth as he drove deeper inside her. Morgan arched her hips to meet his stroke.

  “Yes, like that,” he growled when she circled her hips, clenching her muscles around his shaft.

  It felt unbelievably good to finally be with Morgan. Jared almost forgot to breathe. It was the culmination of weeks of getting to know this incredible woman who made him laugh and smile more than any woman ever had. His body screamed for him to go faster, harder. He gritted his teeth, ignoring his body’s demands. Jared doubted Morgan could accept the wild untamed version of him. He had to make her first night of lovemaking one she’d never forget.

  Gripping her hips, he lowered his head to suckle her breasts, first one, then the other. His body moved in circular motions and her sweet innocent body pulled him tighter and tighter. Jared didn’t know how this woman could make him feel so much, but she had. He could feel his heart tightening in his chest. What did it mean?

  Morgan sensed Jared holding back from her. She didn’t know how she knew, but he was and she didn’t want him to. He was her first lover and she was enjoying every minute of it, the way he felt, smelled and tasted. She was wrapping this moment up in her memory in case she never felt this way again.

  “I’m not made of glass,” she murmured, gripping his backside. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

  He laughed softly and then pounded deeper, harder. Her hips lifted as the pressure inside her built to a crescendo. Morgan clawed her nails down Jared’s back as he continued pumping. She couldn’t hold anything back and suddenly let out a low, keening cry as a maelstrom of intense pleasure struck her.

  Jared continued to move with an urgency and tempo that took her breath away until eventually Morgan saw stars and climaxed yet again. Then Jared emitted a low groan as shudders racked his body. Had he experienced the same earth-shattering sensations she’d felt?

  Afterward, they collapsed in each other’s arms. Morgan loved the feel of Jared’s big, strong body lying on top of her and the skin-on-skin contact. His arms held her close as if he never wanted to let her go. And in this moment, Morgan didn’t want him to. Because she was in love with him.

  Sex wasn’t clouding her brain. She’d known she was going down the rabbit hole and she’d tried valiantly to fight it, but it was too late. She was a lost cause, in love with a man who didn’t believe in happily-ever-after. Yet despite knowing Jared could never return her feelings, Morgan would never regret her first time was with the man she loved.

  Fourteen

  Morgan slowly awoke to see dawn breaking over the clouds. She was naked, cradled against Jared’s chest. She could hear his even breathing, which told her he was still asleep and she could reminisce about the previous evening.

  She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She was no longer the frigid woman every man told her she was. Jared had brought her alive with his kiss and his touch. She embraced the fiery attraction she’d felt. She’d never felt anything like the tumultuous fever in her flesh. Her every nerve had been activated by the act of his body becoming one with hers. She’d felt his possession deep in her inner core, and remembering it, Morgan clenched in a spasm of desire.

  She felt movement beside her and realized it was the swell of Jared’s morning erection. Last night, Jared had been solely focused on her; he hadn’t allowed her to pleasure him. Glancing at him now, she saw his eyes were still closed, so Morgan felt a little daring. Wiggling down the sheets, she came to his engorged length. She stroked and massaged him before bringing her tongue to him and lapping with soft licks. He stirred, but didn’t yet open his eyes. If he thought it was a dream, she was going to make it a good one.

  Opening her mouth, she took his shaft fully inside and began moving up and down. Jared’s eyes popped open and he stared down at her in stunned disbelief, but Morgan didn’t let that stop her. She continued sucking him using various degrees of suction. He watched her and it gave Morgan a thrill knowing she could make him feel as good as he’d made her feel last night. But he was still fighting to stay in control, so she went to the tip and teased it with her tongue.

  Jared threw his head back against the pillows and let out a guttural groan as his orgasm struck. His whole body shuddered in pleasure and Morgan continued pleasing him through the shocks.

  When she was done, she glanced up at him. “So how was I?”

  Jared grinned at Morgan’s playfulness. When he awoke and saw himself inside her mouth, he’d nearly come right then. He’d thought he was dreaming because he’d felt hands moving over his body in an almost worshipful manner, but then those same hands grew less shy and they’d reached for his erection. She’d stroked him with confidence, making his senses go haywire. When the licks and sucks had become increasingly urgent, Jared had known it was no dream.

  Who would have imagined his innocent Morgan would be pleasing him in such a way? He took her hand and kissed each one of her fingertips. “You were amazing.” He knew she needed to hear it to bolster her self-confidence because he was certain she’d never done that to another man.

  She smiled broadly. “Happy to be of service.”

  Jared stroked a wayward strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear as he stared at her. He was usually a master at blocking any sort of feelings from getting in the way of casual sex. Being with Morgan felt much different from his no-strings flings. He’d never been involved with anyone longer than a few months, but Morgan had him crossing all sorts of boundaries. Sex with Morgan had been extremely satisfying. His attraction to her wasn’t solely physical and that terrified him.

  She unnerved him because she awakened something in him that up until now had been dormant. He didn’t know if it was her body that had triggered something inside him, but it was there, lurking deep—the need to be close to someone and not just physically, but to tell that other person all your goals and the fears weighing you down and have them buoy you up. Morgan did that. She understood him in a way none of his casual flings ever had.

  Determined to take back control, he reached for a condom and after donning it, eased Morgan back down. He brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her long and deep.

  He bent his head and sent his tongue to work on her breasts. His teeth grazed one nipple in a gentle bite before soothing it with a wet flick of his tongue. He did the same with the other, pushing it up to meet his tongue. Morgan moaned softly and he used the opportunity to move down her body with his hands until he came to her core. He gently parted her folds and used his fingertips to open her like a flower and slide inside. She gave a breathless gasp; she was still extremely tight.

  He teased and tormented and when he found her sweet spot, Morgan climaxed instantly. Spreading her legs, he slid inside her with a groan. Morgan welcomed him, wrapping her legs around his hips.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he encouraged, going deeper with his thrust. And then he moved to nibble on her neck and find the spot between her neck and ear that had her writhing underneath him.

  He recognized the tension in her body and knew she was getting close. When he reached between their joined bodies and caressed her clitoris, Mor
gan soared, clenching around him. A pulse of pure energy went through Jared and he increased the pace with faster, deeper thrusts, which triggered his own release. He let out a ragged groan and collapsed over her.

  Eventually Morgan and Jared made it out of their sex-induced coma to leave the cottage and head back to the main house. They’d fallen asleep after their dawn lovemaking session, so it was after 9:00 a.m. when they marched up the spiral staircase. Chris was descending at the same time.

  “Well, well,” he said with a knowing smirk. “Look who the cat dragged in. Hope you enjoyed your night.” He laughed on his way down the stairs.

  Morgan blushed down to the roots of her hair and immediately rushed up the steps to their bedroom. She hoped she didn’t run into anyone else who would notice they were still in yesterday’s clothes. Morgan let out a deep breath when Jared closed the door behind him.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, Morgan,” Jared said. “What happened last night is natural. My family know we’re together.”

  “I know, but…”

  Jared walked toward her, circling his arms around her. “No buts. You’re my woman. Everyone expects that we’re sleeping together.”

  Morgan laughed, looking into his gleaming dark eyes. “We weren’t until last night.”

  “But we will be going forward,” Jared said with confidence. “Because now that I’ve had you, I can’t get enough.” He bent his head and swept his mouth across hers.

  Morgan pushed away from him. “Don’t start something we can’t finish. We probably already missed breakfast and I’m hungry.”