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ChapterFourteen

EDEN

“Stupid—door.”I shove my shoulder into the bow door, trying to close it. “Nnfh!”

Murph gently pulls me away from the door, then takes my place. He grabs the handle and yanks the whole door up by half an inch. Then he pushes it again and it closes as smooth as butter.

“It’s sagging on the hinge. I’ll fix it later.”

My jaw’s still hanging open as he turns and looks at me. “Fuck, that was hot,” I breathe out. “Can I be that door?”

Murph lifts his chin, staring at me with dark, hungry eyes that pierce me to the core. “I’m counting on it.”

I don’t remember the last time I felt this sexy—like a piece of meat in the jaws of a lion. Or a soon-to-be desperate mess in the hands of a man with exactly the right amount of patience to handle me.

Murph reaches out without saying a word, so I offer him my hand. He shoves his big, rough fingers between mine.

Fuuuck.

I’m already melting at the knees as Murph pulls me through the living room, straight down the hallway to my bedroom.

The way he looks at me, like he can barely keep his hands off me… it’s incredible. I feel sexy, powerful, in a way I could barely articulate until now. I don’t know if anyone’s ever made me feel quite like that before.

My bedroom usually feels cramped, but Murph’s almost too tall for the ceilings, too wide for the doorway. There’s barely room to turn around. But, of course, that’s what the bed’s for.

“Oh!” I gasp as Murph lets go of my hand and shoves me abruptly onto the bed. I fall flat on my back with a gasp.

Holy shit, is he just going straight for it? I mean… if Murph wants me that bad, I’ll be into it. I love it when I tease him so much that he can’t resist doing something about it right fuckingnow.

As he crawls onto the bed to kneel between my thighs, I spread my legs for him. “There’s lube under the bed.”

He gives me a look of disbelief, and then his brows draw together with something I can’t quite place—sad or frustrated, perhaps. “We won’t need that.” It feels like he contains a thunderstorm, yet his voice is calm.

My hard-on might burst right out of my shorts. “Oh?”

Murph carefully lowers his weight onto me, pinning me down. I’m suddenly deliciously small and helpless in the grips of his desire. He shifts his weight, grinding our hard-ons against each other’s thighs.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, closing my eyes as my body tingles and throbs. “What—ahh—what do we need, then? I have… all kinds of ideas,” I pant for breath. Murph’s rocking his weight against me, grinding slowly until I’m desperately humping his thigh, and I can barely think straight. “And—And I’m flexible. I can bend my legs all the way?—”

Murph cuts me off. “Seems like you need me to keep your mouth busy,” he whispers, his breath warm against my lips… and then he kisses me.

Ohhhhmygod.

I thought I could hold my own, but Murph’s kiss takes me apart in seconds. He controls the pace of it—and how deeply he kisses me before pulling back to suck or nibble on my lips and dive in again. He pushes his tongue between my lips, slow and steady, until I give in and let him take what he wants—and then he does it faster, harder.

I’m swept away in the onslaught, my cock throbbing for dear life. I’ve never been so fucking close to spilling over the edge, just from grinding against him through all these layers.

I reach down to myself, but Murph grabs both my hands and yanks them over my head. “That’s my pleasure to savour,” he tells me, biting my lower lip and dragging his tongue slowly along it until I see stars. “Don’t deprive me of it.”

Holy fucking shit, where the fuck has this side of Murph been hiding?

My whole body throbs and surges with arousal. My head spins as I whimper senselessly into his mouth, and he runs his fingertips down my arms, cups my cheeks, slowly strokes my hair and neck…

Time itself seems to slip out of my grasp. All I can follow is the movement of Murph’s body against mine. He’s taking his sweet time, exploring every inch of my body with his fingertips—and then his mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” I whimper as his fingertips circle one nipple, slowly and sensually. His mouth is on the other, his tongue rapidly flicking back and forth. “Please…!”

“Please what?” Murph whispers, his breath cool against the warm, wet, hard nub. Then he goes back to running his tongue in even slower circles around my nipple.

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