"I'm not asking for anything. It's just been so long since I was with someone, you kind of throw me off kilter if you know what I mean." She moved away from him and stood to clear the plates. Stacking them together she walked away.
Morgan stood and followed her into the kitchen. "Look, I'm sorry, I really am. I don't have it in me to do long term again."
Stacey stood at the sink with her back to him, her head down. "I don't care. But if you don't take me to bed tonight I think I might just have a serious meltdown." She turned around, a sexy smile tilting the edges of her mouth. "It's too early to close the doors but if you can wait for a couple of hours and nobody comes in I can lock up a bit earlier than normal."
"I'll do whatever you want. A game of pool or something to pass the time after I help you do the dishes maybe?"
Morgan let go a relieved sigh when she laughed and opened the dishwasher. "Not necessary, but the game of pool, you're on. Go and set up while I finish off in here."
He sauntered from the room, a spring in his step with the thought of a good night ahead.
When she came back into the bar, Stacey handed him a beer and lifted a glass of wine toward him. "Cheers."
"Cheers." Morgan slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his chest. Her pupils dilated and he heard the suck of breath as he lowered his head to take her lips with his. She leaned her hips into his, pushing him back into the pool table. His body reacted and he leaned back to put his beer on the corner of the table before gripping his hand in her hair.
The delicious taste of her mouth set his blood racing. He reversed positions and pushed her into the edge of the table. Nipping along her jaw line, she whimpered and her hand dug between them grasping at the zip on his jeans.
"No, don't." Morgan grabbed her hand and held her away from him. "We have to wait. If you keep this up I will take you on the table and the doors are still wide open. Not a good look if anyone comes in." He kissed her gently with the promise of things to come and stepped away from her.
* * *
"Yeah, you're right. I don't like it but hell, I've waited this long another couple of hours won't hurt me." She ran her fingers through her tresses trying to tidy them up. Morgan had held her prisoner by her hair and it turned her on immensely. She had seen the power radiating from him when they first met and this was just the first taste of what she could look forward to.
"You can break." Stacey took a sip of her wine and willed her body to relax. Knowing she was getting sex later tonight made it possible to be close to him without jumping him and knocking him to the ground, but only just.
The only visitor to the pub in the two hours they played pool was the doctor to pick up a bottle of wine to take home after a big night in emergency with a badly broken leg that needed to be pinned.
"Well, I think we can safely lock the front doors now." Stacey ignored the heat racing up her cheeks and headed to the front of the pub. She pulled the heavy doors shut and locked them top and bottom, sliding the deadbolts home.
She chewed on her bottom lip and turned at the sound of soft foot falls behind her.
"Is there anything you want me to do?" Morgan stood with his hands on his hips, head cocked to one side.
"Oh yes but I think we need to be somewhere just a little bit more comfortable for what I have in mind."
He grinned and took her hand, pulling her up the stairs.
"No, my place," Stacey said tugging on his hand when he turned toward his room. They hurried along the corridor and Morgan grabbed her before she could open the door. Pushing her against the wall he leaned into her pressing his body against hers. He took her hands and held them over her head exploring her face and throat with his mouth tasting her skin with his tongue.
Each time he kissed or licked her throat just under ear she moaned writhing against him, pressing into his already hard cock.
"Shush, babe, save it for when I'm buried deep inside of you. Then you can scream like a banshee." He kissed her throat down to where the buttons on her shirt stopped him. His breath was heavy and she was groaning in frustration.
"Inside, now. Please." She pulled away from his arms and threw open the door, tumbling inside with Morgan right behind her. They stumbled over to the bed and landed heavily.
Stacey grabbed at his clothes, pinging buttons off his shirt in the hurry to get to his bare skin. She pulled the shirt from his jeans and slid it down his shoulders and his arms before throwing it on the floor. Then she pushed him back on the bed. Grinning at Morgan she leaned over him, her mouth touching his skin. Tracking a route from under his chin down to his hard stomach Stacey nibbled and licked.
* * *
Morgan bunched the bedspread in his hands while she tortured him beyond reason. He groaned out loud when a wet tongue rimmed his belly button moments before hands pulled at his zip.
"Wait, Stacey, hold on just a minute. I have to go and get a condom before you go any further." He hoped like hell there was one in his bathroom bag. It had been so long since he had needed one in all likely hood he
