by Jaci Burton
Tony shuddered, remembering the feel of those lips sucking on his shaft. His cock ached with the need to be inside her again. "What about you? What did you want to do?"
"After I met David, my life completely changed. I never even had a chance to finish college."
"What were you going to major in?"
"International studies. I had some thoughts about law, or maybe teaching. Although I loved travel, so I figured international business would be a good place to start."
Funny how much they had in common, including the love of travel. "Why didn't you finish college after you got married?"
The smile left her face. "David didn't want me out of his sight that much. Attending college would mean I was exposed to too many people. People who might find out what he was doing to me and try to stop it."
Tony ached for what Morgan had lost. "You could finish now."
She shrugged. "What's the point? I'm doing exactly what I want to do, and I don't need a degree to do it."
"Is this really what you want to do? Run a sex resort?"
Her eyes flashed like hard sapphires. "What's wrong with what I do? I'm not ashamed of it, and I make a damn good profit. Paradise is a successful business that I built from the ground up. I'm very proud of what I've accomplished."
Boy, she was fire and brimstone when she got riled. "You're sexy as hell when you're pissed off, you know."
Her mouth hung open in surprise, and Tony resisted the urge to plant a kiss on her luscious lips.
"Excuse me?"
Nothing like being caught off guard in the middle of righteous indignation. "Your eyes sparkle, your cheeks color, and your entire body stiffens like you're ready for a brawl. It's sexy. I like a woman with a little fire in her belly."
She dipped her chin and half lowered her lashes, almost as if the compliment embarrassed her.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
He reached out for her, hesitating a second before sliding his hand in hers. She looked up at him.
"Morgan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just that David used to...punish me when he thought I was out of line."
That now familiar anger at the mention of her ex-husband lit a fire of its own deep inside him. Someday, he'd find a way to make that prick pay. "I'm not David. And I like your sassy little mouth."
Her eyes widened. "You do?"
Swiping his thumb across her full lower lip, he nodded. "Hell yeah. I'm a journalist. We love a good argument, a little debate, maybe even a spot of controversy. I'd never think badly of you because you stood up for yourself. I'd be damn disappointed if you didn't."
She stared at him as if she couldn't quite fathom what he'd said. "You confuse me."
"I do? How?"
"You're not like most men."
"Thank God for that. I thrive on being unique."
A cute little snort erupted out of her mouth. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You make me think, you make me laugh, and..."
He leaned up and pulled a strand of her flaming hair across his fingers. "And?"
This time she didn't drop her gaze, but held his intently. "You excite me."
And there went his penis, waving in the air, trying to garner her attention. "I hope so. Because you light the fires of hell inside me."
She blushed and tilted her head to the side, exposing her slender neck. Taking a chance, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against the pulse point there. Her heartbeat danced madly against his tongue. But she didn't back away, and didn't seem to be in any hurry to move, even though he wasn't restrained.
"I want to touch you," he whispered against her neck, unable to tear his lips away from her silken throat.
She hesitated for a second before answering. "Then touch me."
Breathing a sigh of relief at getting the go ahead, he pressed his tongue harder against her neck, lapping up her sweet taste, then trailed his mouth down to her collarbone and over her shoulder. She shuddered when his teeth lightly nipped the tender skin there.
"Tell me to stop at any time, and this is over." It was important that she knew he wouldn't make her go on if things got scary for her.
"I will."
He pulled away for a brief moment to set the tray on the floor beside the bed, then grasped her hands and pulled her toward him. She went willingly, even when he turned her around so her back nestled against his chest. The soft silk of her robe brushed against his chest, and her wriggles as she got comfortable placed her delectable ass right smack against his erection.
Waiting for her to balk at the intimacy of the position, she only sighed and seemed to settle in against him. Tony ignored the pulsating need to plunge his cock between the cheeks of her lush buttocks, and concentrated on taking things slowly. Making this pleasurable and non-threatening for Morgan was paramount.
And why he took so much care with her was something he refused to ponder. He'd think about that later. Much later.
Humidity hung in the air, the relentless storm sending the sweet smell of tropical rain through the shuttered windows. Darkness had long ago descended on them, but Tony really had no idea what time it was. For all he knew, it could be the next day.
He didn't care. He had Morgan to himself and planned to enjoy every moment of it.
"Let's lose this robe," he murmured against her ear. When she nodded her agreement and untied the sash holding the white silk together, he slipped it off her shoulders, following its descent down her arms with his hands.
"Your skin is so soft I can barely feel it." He took care to whisper softly, to make his movements slow, so she wouldn't skitter away in fright.
"You smell like the rain outside. Sweet and clean. I want to taste all of you." She melted under his hands, the muscles of her body completely relaxing. Her trust in him was humbling. Considering what she'd been through in her past, it was a wonder she'd even let him near her, let alone this close. No matter what it took, he'd make sure he never shattered that trust.
Discarding the robe onto the white wicker chair next to the bed, he slipped his hands along her shoulders, lightly kneading the muscles there. When little moans and gasps escaped her lips, he pressed in a little deeper.
"That feels good," she murmured.
"No, baby. Good is what follows." He shifted and turned her so she half lay in his arms, then pressed his mouth to her lips. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the contact of her nipples searing him. He pulled her against him, not once breaking their kiss.
With light pressure he kissed her, waited for her to give the signal she was ready for more. It didn't take long, he thought with some satisfaction. Soon she was fitting her mouth harder against his, her tongue frantically searching for an equal partner in a combat of erotic play. He indulged her by driving his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth until she gasped, small whimpers escaping the back of her throat.
As he kissed her, his hand roamed freely along her back, stopping at the scars near her buttocks. She froze when he touched her, and he lifted his mouth to look into her eyes. "Does that hurt you?"
"No. It's just..."
"Just what?" He didn't move his hand away, but held it still over her scarred back.
She stared down at his chest. "It's embarrassing. I'm ashamed of them."
He tipped her chin up with his fingers. "Morgan, you didn't put them there. Don't ever be embarrassed that you were overpowered by some jerkoff who should be wallowing in prison for what he did to you. What happened to you isn't your fault."
His words must have had some effect on her, because he saw her eyes glitter with moisture before she closed them and reached for his mouth again. The ache in his heart was difficult to ignore. The pain of humiliation she suffered shouldn't go unpunished. But now was not the time. Now was the time for Morgan's pleasure.
He pulled her close again, seemingly unable to draw her as near as he'd like. When his hands slid down to cup her buttocks and press her against his shaft, she gasped an
d moved her hips against his hard-on. Then it was his turn to suck in a shaky breath. The feel of her nest of curls teasing the tip of his penis brought one thing and one thing only to mind--to plunge inside her moist heat.
But not yet. Even if he was raging hard and more than ready to fuck. He trailed his fingers lightly up her spine, then over her ribs, laughing when she erupted in giggles.
"Ticklish are you?" he asked, pressing a kiss against her lips.
"Don't you dare," she warned, trying for an icy glare but only succeeding in looking more hot and sultry than she did before.
"I'll put that knowledge aside for later." Then he laid her on her back and pulled away long enough to position himself over her. Her eyes widened momentarily at the submissive position he'd put her in, and he paused. Then she relaxed and spread her legs so he could kneel between them.
"That's my girl," he said, never taking his eyes of hers. "Trust me. I'm going to make you scream, but nothing like what you experienced before. This is for your pleasure, Morgan. All for you."
Her breath hitched sharply as he circled her nipples with his fingertips, then lightly rolled the dusky peaks between his thumb and forefinger. They rose and hardened against his questing hands. He gathered the mounds together and leaned over her, taking his eyes off her face so he could feast on her breasts, first with his eyes, and then with his tongue.
She arched her back and whimpered when he fit his mouth over one pointed peak, then drew the nub inside and sucked. He held her nipple in the warmth of his mouth and tweaked it with his tongue until she threaded her hands into his hair and pushed his mouth down harder. Taking that as a signal he suckled her deeply, then did the same to the other nipple until she was gasping for breath.
"Please, Tony," she said against his mouth as he took her lips in a hot kiss. "Please, now."
"Not yet, baby." The sweet, honeyed scent of her sexual desire filled the room. She was hot and ready.
But he wanted to make her more ready. He placed a pillow under her head and blazed a trail from her breasts to her belly, looking up occasionally to find her gaze following his actions. He smiled at her, then moved lower until his chin brushed the soft curls between her legs.
He settled in between her thighs. Searching her face for any sign of hesitation, he was satisfied to see her eyes glaze over with passion, her tongue swirling across her lips in anticipation. He bent down and inhaled her musky scent, which nearly drove him over the edge. His cock slid against her satiny sheets, and he imagined the feel would be similar to nestling between her legs. Soon. Very soon. But first, he had to taste her again.
This time she'd be able to watch.
He slid his fingers through the red curls on her mound. The rest of her was bare, which excited the hell out of him. Her labia was sleek, moist, the vanilla-tinged scent of her arousal driving him crazy. And she was wet. Very wet. Her juices glistened against the outer lips and he couldn't resist the urge to lean in and lap them up with his tongue. The first touch of his tongue against her skin had her moaning. The little mewling whimpers she made were sexy as hell.
Pressing a soft kiss to her silken mound, he licked her, softly, gently, until her breathing quickened with her rapid gasps. Then he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked the hardened nub inside. He held on while her hips bucked against him, taking her movements as affirmation that he was hitting her hot spots.
Her hand found its way to his head, guiding his movements as he pleasured her. She liked the action around her clit, he noticed, especially when he sucked it between his lips. Then she'd rock against him and try to push more of her hot pussy into his mouth. He licked up her juices greedily, her sweet, musky taste making him nearly delirious to plunge his shaft into such sweet flesh.
"God, Tony, I can't stand it," she said, her head thrashing from side to side as he quickened his pace. When he plunged his tongue inside her opening she bucked off the bed and groaned like a wild woman out of control.
Oh yeah. He definitely liked seeing her out of control. Her hands threaded through his hair and yanked him against her soaked pussy, guiding his movements as he took her near the brink. Then he stopped. She looked down at him, her eyes glassy, her bottom lip clenched between her teeth. "Don't stop," she whimpered. "Please, don't stop."
"Is it good, baby?" he teased, wanting to prolong her ecstasy as long as possible, knowing the longer she waited, the better it would be.
"Yes. Yes, oh yes it's good. Please, Tony. Make me come now. Please."
Figuring he'd tormented her long enough, he slipped one finger inside her and captured her clit with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until she ground her sweet pussy against his face.
"Yes, that's it! I'm coming!"
Arching her back, her pussy contracted tight against his finger and her juices poured out onto his hand. She screamed, a prolonged howl of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her body jerked with the force of her orgasm but he held on, riding out the storm with her, continuing to drink up her come as it gushed forth. Finally, she relaxed her hips to the bed and the pulses inside her subsided. Tony lapped up her juices, loath to leave the erotic spot between her legs. But there was more to come. They'd just begun. He crawled up to lay beside her.
She reached for him and cradled her hands on either side of his face, pulling him to her mouth for a heated kiss. She focused on his lips, licking all her sweet honey off him. Fuck, that was erotic as hell. Never before had a woman done that. Morgan Brown was one incredible woman.
Apparently one insatiable woman, too, since the next words out of her mouth were, "Fuck me, Tony. Now."
Chapter Ten
Morgan hoped Tony had stamina, because she had years of lost sex to make up for. Judging from the way her body reacted to him, it planned on making up all three years in less than a week.
At his wide-eyed look she smiled. "Tired?"
He arched a brow. "Are you kidding? I'm never too tired to fuck. Especially someone as hot as you."
His words kicked her sensuality level into overdrive. She simply couldn't get enough of him. He'd brought her to the brink and sent her over the edge so many times already in the past few days, she couldn't believe she still had any energy left.
"Your mouth is incredible," she said, still tasting herself on his lips as she lightly flicked her tongue over his.
He sucked in a breath. "You taste like honey. Honey that poured all over me when you came."
Her nipples tightened and budded as he brushed his thumbs over them. "I can't tell you what it feels like to have a man's hands on me again. Thank you."
She could hardly believe the tenderness she read in his eyes, but there it was.
"My pleasure. Thank you."
Cocking her head to the side, she asked, "For what?"
"For letting me be the first man to touch you again."
How could a man like him exist? So full of life, fun and potent sexuality, he was perfect for her. But also totally wrong. She didn't need or want a man again. Having been one man's prisoner for five years was enough to last her a lifetime. And then she'd spent three years in sexual solitude. Now her lonely days were over. And so were the days of being committed to one man.
She was free. Free to explore her sexuality with as many men as she chose.
Right now she chose Tony.
"So, about that sex..." she said again.
He grinned and leaped off the bed, taking her hand and dragging her with him.
"Where are we going?"
"Outside."
She dug in her heels near the front door. "Outside? It's raining."
"So? It's warm out there and I want some air."
She shook her head and followed him through the front door. He led her to the porch swing and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. The sun was beginning to rise, its light barely visible through the relentless rainstorm. But Tony was right. It was hot and humid. She inhaled the clean fragrance of Mother Nature's shower.
"Beautiful out
here," he whispered against her ear, then took a nibble of her earlobe.
Morgan shivered and nodded. "Yes. Quiet, peaceful. One of the things I love most about living here. No rush, no hurry. Life is relaxed and happens at its own pace."
He brushed his hand over her tangled hair.
"I probably look a mess," she said, trying to smooth the flying tendrils back.
Tony held her wrist. "Don't. You look beautiful. Tousled, messy and sexy as hell."
She sighed and leaned back against him, letting him push the swing and glide them both. The rhythmic movements along with the warm rain lulled her into a completely relaxed state. Her eyelids felt heavy and fluttered closed. She'd just rest against his chest for a minute or two until she got her second wind. After all, they had been up all night.
The next thing she knew the sun was peeking through the last of the clouds. The rains had lessened to a light shower, and she was still curled up on Tony's lap, her head on his shoulder and his arms tightly wound around her. She looked up at him and smiled. He was asleep.
Long, curling black lashes rested against his cheeks, his hair unkempt like hers. God he was gorgeous. She took the opportunity to examine his face up close. He was sculpted like a statue with prominent cheekbones and a straight nose, full lips a woman would pay money to have and those sinfully long eyelashes.
He opened his eyes and smiled sleepily at her. "We fell asleep."
She nodded. "Yes. I don't know for how long, though."
"You snore," he said with a wink.
"I do not!" She pushed against him and stood, then stretched her sore muscles.
He laughed at her. "Yeah, you do. Little girlie snores. Kinda cute."
Instead of a response she glared at him, but he looked at her with such a goofy expression she couldn't hide her smile.
"I'm starving. How 'bout you?" he asked.
Holding her hand against her rumbling stomach, she nodded. "Let's have breakfast."
"Or lunch. Or dinner. Or whatever time it is."
They stepped inside and Morgan quickly called the resort to determine the status. As usual her assistant manager, Tara, had everything under control and told Morgan not to worry.
"Everything okay?" Tony asked when Morgan stepped into the kitchen. He had already started the bacon and eggs and she stepped beside him to make juice.
"Fine. My assistant does a great job when I'm not there. They don't need me at all."
