And when he did pull away, Krys could only stare at him, utterly stunned.
Chapter 18
Morgan took the surprised look on Krys’s face as a clear indication that he had overstepped his boundaries. He hadn’t meant to do that, despite the fact that he was really attracted to her, really wanting her.
“I am sorry,” he apologized. “I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t very professional of me,” he admitted.
“No,” she agreed, “it wasn’t.” Then in a softer voice, she told him, “But it was very nice.”
That just added to his confusion. “Then you didn’t mind?” he asked, trying to understand what was going on in her brain and to reconcile that with what was happening in his. He wanted Krys more than he had ever thought he could want a woman, but he was afraid she might feel as if he was trying to force himself on her or to take advantage of the situation.
Krys smiled at him. “Not everything has to be taken up for a vote,” she told him.
Morgan was being incredibly sweet. Far sweeter than she had thought he could be and she really appreciated that.
Apparently his outward persona hid a completely different man on the inside.
“I know,” Morgan replied, “but I didn’t want you to feel that I was trying to take advantage of the situation or of—”
Krys bracketed his face between her hands. “Cavanaugh, the lady is throwing herself at you. The least you can do is have the decency to catch her.”
That was when Morgan grinned at her, his smile traveling straight up into her bloodstream. Shining in his eyes, it seemed to leave her all but breathless.
“Well, if you put it that way,” he told her, taking her words into account as his voice trailed off.
Oh lord, but she wanted him.
“I do,” Krys whispered, her heart pounding so hard against her rib cage, it threatened to break a few of those ribs.
Morgan pulled Krys closer to him and kissed her.
Again.
Kissed her with all the powerful emotion he had been so vainly trying to deny or at least suppress.
This time, however, he allowed the fire that was igniting to consume him. Allowed himself to let go of the restraints he had been trying so unsuccessfully to impose on himself.
Rather than hold back, he was suddenly set free. Free to make love with Krys, free to savor every warm, willing inch of the woman he was holding in his arms in anticipation of the final consummation.
Anticipation grew stronger and stronger within him as his lips traveled along her face, her neck, her shoulders. Each kiss he pressed against her soft, supple, willing skin just continued to fuel the fire that he felt burning within his own loins.
It was as if he had unleashed an overwhelming desire the likes of which he had never experienced before. The more Morgan kissed her, the more he touched her, the greater this incredible desire to possess her grew within him.
All she had wanted to do tonight was to ride out this sadness within her she was dealing with. She had wanted to forget, for a few hours, all the frustration, all the fear that insisted on haunting her thoughts, shadowing her path.
But right now she had managed to get so much more than she had bargained for. When she had returned his kiss, she hadn’t realized that she would wind up getting so caught up in this incredibly exhilarating feeling of desire.
It was, she thought, like dancing on air. She was giving herself up to the swirling, heated feelings that were growing ever stronger, increasingly more demanding as they stole her very breath away.
Krys felt weak and her head was swirling. The eagerness palpitating within her was almost impossible to contain.
A part of her wanted nothing more than just to consummate what was happening between them, to feel the sweet euphoria that lovemaking wound up generating. Another part of her wanted nothing more than to savor what was happening, to feel that sensation building ever stronger and more powerful as she waited for that absolutely delicious explosion to ricochet throughout every single hungry inch of her body.
She went with the second part.
That feeling only heightened as she felt him undressing her, running his strong, capable hands all along her throbbing body.
Wanting desperately to reciprocate, to make him feel what she was feeling, Krys began undressing Morgan, pulling his clothing away from his taut, hard body with all its tempting muscles.
She couldn’t hold herself back, eagerly pressing her lips against his bare skin.
Gratified, she could feel Morgan reacting to her and it just added to her ever-growing excitement, heightening it.
Morgan moaned in response to what he felt was going on within him. Who would have ever thought she was like this? That this work-obsessed woman could also be wild once her inhibitions were subdued and she was unleashed?
With her lips pressing themselves everywhere along his damp body, she created ripples of passion within him and he struggled to hold himself in check. Morgan was determined to pleasure Krys first before his own final release occurred.
She had become that important to him.
Capturing her hands to keep them still so that she wouldn’t interrupt his concentration and he could focus it exclusively on her, Morgan slowly laid a wreath of soft, openmouthed kisses along her body.
He worked his way down, moving ever lower along her trembling body until he heard her gasp in delighted surprise. Her fingers delved into his hair, pressing his head to her as she twisted and turned beneath him. More than anything, she savored the sensations Morgan had managed to create within her.
She wanted more.
Krys arched and bucked against him as she desperately tried to absorb the tantalizing feelings that were growing ever stronger, ever more gratifying throughout her exceedingly tantalized body.
She climaxed once, twice, all but collapsing in extreme gratification from the experience.
