Page 85 of The Christmas Catch
Seconds later, Ali made sure that was going to happen when she undid the buttons on Morgan’s jeans, slid down the zip, and shuffled Morgan out of them.
Morgan should have felt exposed, lying on her parents’ rug in her briefs. But she didn’t. Ali hadn’t promised her anything. But Morgan didn’t need any promises. The only thing that mattered in this moment was action. By the intense look on Ali’s face, she knew that, too.
Seconds later, Ali was beside her, fingers soft as sunlight on Morgan’s skin. They skimmed her stomach, danced on her thighs. Ali kissed her way to Morgan’s belly button, before her hot breath settled at the top of Morgan’s thighs.
Thunder roared inside her. Morgan needed something to hold on to, but there was nothing. Not a bed frame. Not a pillow. Not even her dignity. It was overrated, anyway.
She glanced south just as Ali’s teeth lifted the edge of her pants. Ali’s index finger slid to hold the material up. Then her tongue worked its magic as she licked her way along Morgan’s pant line.
Morgan closed her eyes as pure lust rolled through her. A second wave crashed down when Ali slid off Morgan’s underwear. Her breathing hitched, and every part of her went onto high alert. She’d imagined this moment happening again ever since it happened for the first time. She spread her legs, making herself an invitation for Ali. Then she got onto one elbow, hooked an arm around Ali’s neck, and pulled her in for a steamy kiss. As she slid her tongue between Ali’s lips, Ali slid two fingers into her.
Morgan moaned into her mouth as a desire bomb detonated inside her. Lust took all its clothes off and streaked around her system. And why not? If there was ever a time for it to happen, it was now. She was naked and Ali was inside her. What it all meant, Morgan didn’t know. Right now, she didn’t care.
As Ali’s fingers slipped slowly in and out, Morgan tried not to think of more nights like this. Because she’d love there to be more. All Morgan had ever wanted was to find a partner who got her. Who understood the rhythm of her heart. Rhythm was certainly something that Ali was no stranger to, as she showed Morgan now. If this were a dance, Ali was adept at the slow, quick, quick, slow. As Morgan twisted and moaned with sheer pleasure, Ali responded in kind. As Ali’s strong fingers moved inside her, Morgan’s mind spun around and around, until she was as close to the edge as she possibly could be.
“You feel incredible,” Ali told her, her fingers right where Morgan needed them most.
She wanted to tell Ali she did, too, but she couldn’t speak. All Morgan’s energy was wrapped up in the physicality of the moment. In replying to Ali in the only way she could. By letting go. One more thrust, one more stroke, and Morgan did just that, coming undone with a delicious moan that started in her throat and landed in her heart.
Morgan flung her head back and coasted through the crest of the wave, a kaleidoscope of emotions rampaging through her. She wrapped her hand more tightly around Ali’s neck as she rode out her orgasm, before finally opening her eyes to check she was still where she’d started. Physically, that was true. But mentally and spiritually, Morgan was somewhere else altogether. From the look in Ali’s eyes as she bent to kiss her lips one more time, she’d felt it, too. At least, Morgan hoped she had. And if she hadn’t, Morgan wasn’t going to let her go tonight until she definitely had.
“That was… I don’t even have the words.” Morgan had uttered nothing truer in her life. She was depleted, but in the best possible way.
The moment was so raw, so intimate, Morgan almost had to look away. But she didn’t, because she was in it too. Just her and Ali. There was nothing else in the world.
Morgan’s throat was dry, unlike every other part of her.
Ali stared some more, then looked away. She pulled out of Morgan and rolled away.
It took a few moments for Morgan’s body and brain to recalibrate, but eventually, they did. Her heart lurched. Ali didn’t look at her. That wasn’t the action of someone happy with what had just happened, was it? However, with the sugar rush of sex still glittering inside her, it was hard to bruise the moment.
But she had a sneaking suspicion Ali might try.
Morgan closed her eyes to wallow for a few more gorgeous seconds.
When she opened her eyes, Ali stared at her. She had a look on her face Morgan couldn’t compute.
“Why do I feel like you’re about to run away?”
Ali winced, then shook her head. She reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a tissue from the box, and wiped her hand. “I can’t…” she began. Her gaze searched Morgan’s face. Then she dropped it to the floor. Seconds later, Ali rolled over and put her bra and jumper back on.
She jingled once more. The bells weren’t welcome.
Morgan held her breath as she waited for Ali to pull the plug.
“My heart says you’re perfect. Exquisite.” She rolled her gaze up and down Morgan. “And you are.” She leaned in and kissed Morgan’s shoulders. “But the issue that I’m leaving the country still stands. So maybe we really do finally call this what it is. A festive fling. Then we leave it at that.”
Morgan couldn’t form a coherent argument right now. It was unfair of Ali to ask.
However, it turned out Ali wasn’t going to stick around to chat. In moments, she stood up, ran a hand through her chestnut hair, and stared at herself in the mirror above the fireplace.
Whatever argument she was silently having with herself, she would never win.
Despite her body telling her to stay horizontal, Morgan jumped up, pulled on her pants and jeans, shrugged on her shirt, then faced Ali.
“You’ve only got one reason this won’t work. Because you’re moving. I could give you 50 why it just might. Because we know each other. We like each other. We’re fucking dynamite together.” She stared. Damn, she was beautiful, and also infuriatingly stubborn. “Tell me we’re not.”
Ali licked her lips, then cast her gaze to the ground. “Being dynamite in bed means nothing when I’m in New York. We don’t have enough to keep us tied.”
