“But you realize I live six thousand miles away, right?”
“I do.”
“So… what’s the
point of opening up to me like that? You just met me. You know I have to go
home.”
He nodded. “I’m
not sure what my point is,” he shook his head. “Just my luck I’d click with a
woman who lives half a world away.”
He seemed
depressed by the thought. Truthfully, so did she. Morgan had no idea why she
did what she did in the next few seconds, only that it seemed like a good idea.
It might be her one and only chance.
Leaning forward,
she slanted her lips over his, delivering a warm, soft and titillating kiss
that had Fox audibly groaning within the first few moments. When she tried to
pull away, he wrapped his enormous arms around her and pulled her tightly
against him.
Morgan didn’t
resist; she let him hold her tightly, his tongue hotly invading her mouth. She
invited him in, suckling his tongue, listening to him groan softly and feeling
him pull her closer. She had been kissed many times in her thirty-one years by
many men, but never like this; there was something overwhelmingly virile and
heated about Fox’s embrace and wicked mouth.
For a kiss she
had started, he was definitely taking the lead and loving every minute of it.
Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck and simply held on while he went to
work. He was so big, she didn’t have much choice, but she frankly didn’t care.
Fox’s kisses
were hot and delicious and he wasn’t shy about sharing them. At one point in
the heat of passion he gave her a lovely hickey on her neck just below her left
ear. Morgan felt the tingle-pain of it as he gently bit and suckled at the
same time, giggling to herself when she realized she was going to have a
beautiful love bite when all was said and done. She wondered what her mother
was going to say about it. She hadn’t had a hickey in eighteen years. She
wasn’t too sorry about getting this one.
But her warm,
delirious thoughts took a jolt when Fox’s big hand began to stroke the swell of
her left breast. She suddenly put a hand on his fingers to still them, pulling
away from his seeking lips. He froze, meeting her gaze with a wide-eyed apologetic
look. For a few moments, they just stared at each other; Fox was terrified he
had, in his lust, irrevocably offended her. But Morgan simply stared at him
before leaning forward to sensually peck him on the lips.
“Maybe I’d
better go back to the couch,” she murmured, running a finger along his lower
lip to wipe off the remnants of her pink lipstick. “You’ve got a papyrus to
translate.”
With that, she
climbed off his lap and wandered back to the couch, leaving Fox with a pounding
heart as he watched her go. He’d never in his life been so swept away with a
woman and he was still trying to wrap his mind around it. Morgan Sherburn, in
less than a day, had managed to get under his skin more than any other woman he
had ever known. Her wit, beauty and pure sexuality had him reeling. He decided
at that moment that an airplane ride back to Los Angeles was not going to end
this. He was not going to let her go.
He smiled at her
as she sat back down on the couch and eventually lay down. Morgan returned his
smile, neither one of them saying a word. They didn’t have to. Silently, Fox
picked up his reading glasses and struggled to return his focus to the
papyrus. He kept licking his lips, tasting her on them. When he glanced over
at her again just a few moments later, she was fast asleep.
He didn’t know
how long he stared at her before resuming his work.
***
Morgan awoke to
a gentle, warm kiss on her cheek.
“Wake up,
Beautiful,” Fox’s voice was soft.
Morgan gradually
came lucid, yawning as her eyes rolled up and fixed on Fox’s handsome face. He
was bent over her, his big hand on her shoulder. He smiled when their eyes
met.
“Hi,” he said
softly.
She smiled
sleepily, stretching. “Hi,” she whispered. “What
“I do.”
“So… what’s the
point of opening up to me like that? You just met me. You know I have to go
home.”
He nodded. “I’m
not sure what my point is,” he shook his head. “Just my luck I’d click with a
woman who lives half a world away.”
He seemed
depressed by the thought. Truthfully, so did she. Morgan had no idea why she
did what she did in the next few seconds, only that it seemed like a good idea.
It might be her one and only chance.
Leaning forward,
she slanted her lips over his, delivering a warm, soft and titillating kiss
that had Fox audibly groaning within the first few moments. When she tried to
pull away, he wrapped his enormous arms around her and pulled her tightly
against him.
Morgan didn’t
resist; she let him hold her tightly, his tongue hotly invading her mouth. She
invited him in, suckling his tongue, listening to him groan softly and feeling
him pull her closer. She had been kissed many times in her thirty-one years by
many men, but never like this; there was something overwhelmingly virile and
heated about Fox’s embrace and wicked mouth.
For a kiss she
had started, he was definitely taking the lead and loving every minute of it.
Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck and simply held on while he went to
work. He was so big, she didn’t have much choice, but she frankly didn’t care.
Fox’s kisses
were hot and delicious and he wasn’t shy about sharing them. At one point in
the heat of passion he gave her a lovely hickey on her neck just below her left
ear. Morgan felt the tingle-pain of it as he gently bit and suckled at the
same time, giggling to herself when she realized she was going to have a
beautiful love bite when all was said and done. She wondered what her mother
was going to say about it. She hadn’t had a hickey in eighteen years. She
wasn’t too sorry about getting this one.
But her warm,
delirious thoughts took a jolt when Fox’s big hand began to stroke the swell of
her left breast. She suddenly put a hand on his fingers to still them, pulling
away from his seeking lips. He froze, meeting her gaze with a wide-eyed apologetic
look. For a few moments, they just stared at each other; Fox was terrified he
had, in his lust, irrevocably offended her. But Morgan simply stared at him
before leaning forward to sensually peck him on the lips.
“Maybe I’d
better go back to the couch,” she murmured, running a finger along his lower
lip to wipe off the remnants of her pink lipstick. “You’ve got a papyrus to
translate.”
With that, she
climbed off his lap and wandered back to the couch, leaving Fox with a pounding
heart as he watched her go. He’d never in his life been so swept away with a
woman and he was still trying to wrap his mind around it. Morgan Sherburn, in
less than a day, had managed to get under his skin more than any other woman he
had ever known. Her wit, beauty and pure sexuality had him reeling. He decided
at that moment that an airplane ride back to Los Angeles was not going to end
this. He was not going to let her go.
He smiled at her
as she sat back down on the couch and eventually lay down. Morgan returned his
smile, neither one of them saying a word. They didn’t have to. Silently, Fox
picked up his reading glasses and struggled to return his focus to the
papyrus. He kept licking his lips, tasting her on them. When he glanced over
at her again just a few moments later, she was fast asleep.
He didn’t know
how long he stared at her before resuming his work.
***
Morgan awoke to
a gentle, warm kiss on her cheek.
“Wake up,
Beautiful,” Fox’s voice was soft.
Morgan gradually
came lucid, yawning as her eyes rolled up and fixed on Fox’s handsome face. He
was bent over her, his big hand on her shoulder. He smiled when their eyes
met.
“Hi,” he said
softly.
She smiled
sleepily, stretching. “Hi,” she whispered. “What
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