Page 29 of Cinnamon Strudel
“That’s a sweet offer, but I don’t think it’sthatserious. He would have said.”
During the short ride home, he had his hand on her thigh, softly running his thumb over her tights and wishing it was her bare skin instead. With the exhaustion creeping in from the day, Morgan was elated when Ruby offered to pick up dinner instead of cooking. While Ruby set the table, Morgan leashed up a bouncing Blue and took him out for his evening walk.
Ruby
She wasexhausted. It had been a fantastic afternoon, but draining all the same. Feeling the need to get out of her dress, she changed and returned to the living room just as Morgan came back from Blue’s evening walk.
“I stole one of your shirts again.”
His head shot up, brow cocked. “You did, huh? What else do you have on?”
“Shorts and slippers.”
Morgan stowed away Blue’s leash, emerging with a pair of fluffy pink slippers. “I was hoping these would make it easier for you when you come over.”
She squealed and happily danced her way over to him, planting a smooch onto his cheek. “I love them!”
“And fluffy socks just in case.”
She hastened to kick her old ones off and slipped her feet into the new ones. “They’re perfect—thank you.”
Morgan pulled her in, spearing his fingers through her hair and bringing his mouth down to hers in a toe-curling, gut-melting kiss she couldn’t get enough of. Her fingers laced behind his neck, arching to press into every curve of his body. A groan pressed through their mouths and vibrated every muscle in her body as he dropped his hands to clench her ass. He hauled her into his arms, his fingers slipping under her tiny shorts.
“Oh darlin’, you can’t keep secrets likethis.”
“Secrets?” she panted.
Morgan’s fingers curled, sinking into the soft skin. “You call these shorts?”
She giggled, lips brushing over his as she tightened her thighs around his waist. “I do.”
“They’re barely covering your ass.” Confidently, Morgan started moving, striding past the table and to his bedroom. His fingers crept higher, his chest vibrating as his voice deepened. “No panties?”
“Keep looking.”
Morgan crooked a brow, then dropped her to the mattress, stretching his body over hers and claiming her mouth in another swoon-worthy kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut, arms snaking around him so her fingers could dance along his spine. Their tongues tangled as she lost herself in his touch, his scent, and the butterflies that twirled in her stomach. Her heart raced, blood surging through her veins and lighting nerves on fire.
Once her fingertips had reached his shoulder blades, his muscles flexed, and he broke off the kiss. Her eyes flew open to protest, only to find Morgan tossing his shirt to the floor. But before she could admire the ink across his chest, he dipped down and licked into her mouth once more. His weight pinned her to the mattress, his body shifting to allow his fingers to ghost over her thigh and dip beneath the hem of her shorts.
“There they are,” he husked, his fingers wandering along the thin fabric barely separating his fingers from where she really wanted him. “Is that lace I feel?”
“Mmhmm,” she agreed, barely able to keep her breathing calm.
“May I see?”
Swallowing down her insecurities, she agreed with a hushed whisper, “Yes.”
Morgan’s lips turned into an excited smirk, and he brushed one more kiss across her nose before shifting his body south. His nose trailed between her breasts, his fingers curling around the waistband of her shorts. Her body quivered, nerves fluttering as his hot breath danced over her exposed stomach. In one swift motion, he pulled the shorts down her legs and tossed them aside, patting her inner thigh.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.”
Her legs practically fell open in invitation, and Morgan settled between them.
He hummed a chuckle, his lips trailing over her stretchmark-covered thigh to her hip. “Of course they’re red.” His fingers caressed the lace that hid her clit. “Tell me, does your bra match?”
“Itdid.”
Morgan’s brows hit his hairline. “Did, huh?” But before she could even form a response, his fingers had already pushed under her shirt. He cupped her left tit and let his thumb circle over her nipple. “I love how your body is begging for my touch. If only your words could do the same.” He bit down on the hem of her panties, dragging them off with nothing more than his teeth.
