Page 78 of Planned Seduction
Daniel threw his head back and laughed. “I should have known better than to say anything in front of him.” He looked at her sheepishly. “I have a confession.”
She would hear anything he had to say as long as he kissed her first. Damn, she didn’t just want him to kiss her, she wanted him to make love to her. Right here, right now. It had been a torturous month. She needed to feel him inside her, to reinforce he really was hers, once and for all.
She leaned into him, hungrily taking his mouth in a long kiss. Slightly breathless, she ran her hand over his boxers and cupped his erection. She’d forgotten how amazing it felt to touch him.
“Morgan, oh Christ…wait…” He stepped backward, pulling out of her grasp. Amy almost cried out in frustration, but Daniel closed his fingers around her wrist. “C’mon,” he growled and was already moving, tugging her along with him.
She stumbled as he half ran, half marched her around the side of the building. The thirty seconds it took to lead her to an isolated nook, hidden from possible car headlights, stretched out like an eternity. But then he was pushing her against the wall, kissing her again, and her hand was inside his boxers, palming his cock, and everything was right with the world. She was back in Daniel’s arms, where she belonged.
The moan that followed could have come from either of them, she wasn’t sure.
She drew her mouth away from his. “Your confession?” she prompted.
He nodded, breathed, and nodded again. “I, um…kind of made something up.”
“You did?” She pumped his shaft and bit her cheek as a wave of desire crashed over her.
“Know how, um…Leona was…interested in me?” His breathing shallowed. “Well…that might have been a…bit of an…exaggeration.”
“How so?” She enjoyed letting him suffer, knowing she was ethically bound by her profession and could never tell Daniel she already knew all this. The rough skin of his unshaven jaw prickled her lips as she trailed kisses along it.
“She’s not interested in me.” It was his turn to torment her, and he did so effectively, running a hand over her pants and pressing gently against her clit.
“She’s not?” She sucked her lip and tightened her grip, her urgency for him increasing a hundredfold.
“No. She has a girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend? You mean you lied?” She pretended to be horrified, but all she could really think about was his hand. She rotated her pelvis as his fingers massaged her through her jeans.
“I may have stretched the truth a little.”
It was difficult to concentrate while his tongue did crazy things to her neck.
“Cricket-bat incident?”
“Uh, I may have stretched the truth on that one, too.”
“I figured.” She smiled and squirmed as he nibbled her jaw.
“It was all justified,” he assured her. “I had to present you with motivating grounds to kiss me.” He caught her mouth with his and her lips parted instantly. He needed no motivating grounds now.
He pulled away, leaving her gasping for more. “I knew that if we could get past that first kiss, if I could get you excited to touch me, I could convince you to love me, slowly and surely.”
“It worked. I do love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Prove it.”
Daniel did not disappoint. In less than a second, he was making short work of her jeans and panties. She took the opportunity to shove his boxers down over his hips.
“God, Morgan, I missed you.” He dipped his hand between her legs.
She was so ready for him. She clasped his erection and pulled him closer. Later, there would be time for slow and sensual lovemaking, kisses and snuggles, foreplay and afterplay. There would be a lifetime for it. Right now, she needed to fuck him. Needed to affirm she was his. Always.
She wound her arms around his broad shoulders, relishing the hard male muscles in his chest and back, and pressed her hips up into his. “Show me.”
He did. Right there against the wall. While she slipped first one leg and then the other around his waist, he hoisted her up by placing two firm hands beneath her butt. Then, with a low groan, he plunged into her, filling her, completing her.
