Page 25 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Aria barely nods before I lift her into my arms. My muscles tighten beneath her welcome weight, and damn, if there isn’t something insanely sexy about a woman you can hold and feel in your arms like this. Her lips crush against mine, and her legs wrap around me.
Her tongue dives into my mouth, and I moan, letting her know how fucking good she tastes, how welcome this is.
Aria melts against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she grinds against my stomach. She’s desperate for friction, for more.
And Lord, I want to give it to her.
I tighten my grip on her ass, savoring the feel of her insane curves in my hands, and stride toward my room. The door swings open with a quick shove of my foot before I press her back against the wall.
Her breath stutters when I pull my lips from hers, trailing down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
“Morgan,” she breathes, her voice shaky.
“I got you, sweetheart,” I murmur, loving that she’s in my fucking arms.
One of my hands slips beneath Damien’s shirt—the one she’s still wearing—and fuck, she’s not wearing anything underneath.
I growl, my head falling forward against her shoulder. “Fucking take this off. In here, you’re mine, and mine alone.”
She laughs, but it’s breathless, needy.
“Shower,” she whispers, her fingers threading into my hair, tugging lightly.
Right. Shower.
I tear myself away from her just enough to move toward the ensuite, setting her down on the cool tile floor. She wobbles, still drunk on our kiss—onus—and I steady her with my hands on her hips.
The bathroom fills with steam as I turn the water on, the glass shower doors fogging up instantly.
When I turn back to her, she’s watching me, biting her lip.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, dragging it up inch by inch, waiting for her to stop me.
She doesn’t.
Her breath shudders out as I pull it over her head, leaving her bare to me.
My dick aches at the sight of her. She’s fuckingstunning. Those curves, her soft skin, her magnificent fucking breasts. It’s all too much.
Aria shifts under my gaze, her arms twitching like she’s about to cover herself—and hell no.
I catch her wrists, holding them at her sides.
“Don’t,” I murmur. “Let me look at you.”
Her lips part, her cheeks burning, but she lets me.
I swear, this woman is going to ruin me.
I release her wrists, reaching for the hem of my shirt instead. I rip it off, relishing the way her eyes drop to my chest.
“Like what you see?” I smirk, stepping closer, forcing her to look up at me.
Aria swallows hard, but she doesn’t look away. “Yeah.”
Good.
I curl a hand around her neck, guiding her into the shower with me.
