Page 155 of The Secret We Keep
Very much like she’s mine.
“Christ, I need to get you in the shower.”
Her eyes light up.
“To clean you,” I scold playfully. Although the thought of her wet and naked immediately gives me another semi. “Come on.” Scooping her off the bed, she squeals in my arms, not stopping until I get under the spray.
Twenty minutes later, and we’re both naked, sprawled on the bed. My head’s buried between her thighs, and her fingers are curled into my hair, pulling my head against her.
“Paddy!”
I lick her pussy again, sliding a finger inside her.
Morgan explodes, coating my tongue with her arousal, her body vibrating and pulsing against my face as I push in deeper with every thrust.
“I’m never going to get tired of you doing that.” She blows out a big breath.
Kissing the inside of her thigh, her legs squeeze together as I make my way to the top of the bed, resting my head against the board and holding my arm out for her.
She nestles into my body, draping her arm over my stomach and pressing a kiss to my chest. “I love you,” Morgan whispers gently.
Hearing those words out loud has fireworks going off in my chest.
I tilt my head and admire her. I got so fucking lucky.
Freshly washed hair, cheeks coated in a light shade of pink, Morgan’s eyes are closed. She’s not hanging on by a thread or waiting for my words. Quite the opposite. She’s relaxed, not stressed or overthinking. In this moment, this girl is at total fucking ease with not one shred of doubt floating around her. It fills my heart with content and pure fucking pride that she’s still here.
With me.
Like a sweet, steady wave of warmth blanketing me, I tell her, “I’ve always loved you.”
Her cheeks slowly pull up. Tilting her head back, she then peers up at me with beautiful, sultry eyes. “Always?”
I place a soft kiss on her head. “Ever since I caught you spying on me.” I stroke one long, wet strand of hair, curling it around my finger.
“I didn’t think you saw me like that. I always thought I was just your sister’s best friend.”
I chuckle. “You are and always will be, curly fries.” I stroke her head again, repeating the rhythm of twisting her hair around my finger before letting it fall. “But you’re also so much more than that now.”
Her warm breath fans against my bare chest. “I know.” She smiles up at me. “And you’re so much more than Fi’s bad older brother.”
My eyes dart open with amusement. “Bad?” I bend my arm, pulling her closer.
She bites her lip, rolling on top of me, letting out a glorious laugh with her hair falling loosely over her shoulder.
I tense momentarily, feeling every naked, delicious, soft piece of her pressing up against me as I land my hands on the curve of her hips.
Morgan’s eyes fix on my lips, hungry with a lust-filled haze. “You’re sexier now than you were when we were kids.”
My chest vibrates with my laugh. “Isn’t everybody?” I tease.
“I mean it.” Her eyes dance over my features. “Your hair’s floppy now, and your eyebrows finally match.”
I squeeze one of her arse cheeks, making her laugh excitedly. “Shaving a slit in our eyebrows wasn’t my idea.”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “It’s funny how all the things you got into trouble for wereneveryour idea.”
I shrug. “What can I say, I’m easily lead.”
