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Her hot breath tickled Ali’s ear.
“Come for me, Ali,” Morgan whispered.
Ali didn’t need a second invitation. As Morgan pressed home her advantage, sparks flared inside. Seconds later, years of pent-up desire rattled through her, and Ali came undone under Morgan’s sure, smooth touch. She spread her legs and threw back her head, revelling in the moment. Then she hooked her arm around Morgan’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss that shook her very bones.
Morgan kept her fingers just where Ali needed them, and in seconds, with Morgan urging her on, she came again.
Ali clung to Morgan, heart pounding, everything she possessed hot and raw.
This was a night Ali would never forget, even if this was the extent of it. Of them. The last glass of wine had been worth it. The heart palpitations had been worth it. Every moment of the past two decades that she’d lived through had led to this. She didn’t want to go to sleep, but she knew it wasn’t far off. She certainly didn’t want to wake up tomorrow, just in case the spell was broken.
Whatever happened next—and she hoped that involved fucking Morgan Scott into the night—they’d always have tonight.
For now, that was all that mattered.
CHAPTER21
Morgan cracked an eye open and took a moment to work out where she was. Still very far from home. With the world’s most genial hosts.
Naked in bed with Ali Bradford.
She couldn’t help but smile at that last part.
She glanced right and revelled in the warmth of having Ali beside her. Another living, breathing human. It’d been a while since it’d happened.
Morgan flicked through the sex cards in her head. When had the last time been? Edna Shelly. Morgan remembered that name, because who their age was called Edna? It was the name of your great aunt, not the name of someone you ended up in bed with. But Edna Shelly had been hot. Also very married to a man, a tourist for the night. Which, judging by how much she knew her way around a woman’s body, was not the first time she’d played away. She’d asked Morgan if they could carry on as fuck buddies. Romantic as the suggestion had been, Morgan had told her no. That was the last time anyone had touched her until last night.
Even though Edna had been good, she had nothing on Ali.
For a first time, last night had been incredible. There had been such an ease between them, even though it had sprung out of Ali avoiding talking about her dad. But the sex had been… more than just sex. They’d connected. When Ali had fucked her, Morgan had responded in a way she never had before. As if Ali could see right through her. As if her fingers had unlocked something inside.
They had. An almighty orgasm, which Morgan’s whole body responded to when she replayed it in her mind. The smile that followed was so broad it made her jaw click. But it was more than just physical. There was something else there. Maybe it was because she knew Ali.
Morgan shook her head. Just because she knew where Ali went to school, why would that make the sex great? Whatever it was, the connection they had stunned her. When Ali was inside her, Morgan never wanted her to leave. Had Ali felt it too?
She wasn’t about to ask. Last night was one night. She wasn’t about to build a future on it.
A movement beside her made Morgan look down.
Ali’s tousled walnut hair stuck to her peachy cheek. Morgan wanted to reach down and kiss it, but that wasn’t first-morning behaviour.
“Morning, sunshine.” Morgan turned and propped herself up on her elbow. “How you feeling?”
Ali made a noise, then covered her face with her hands. “Embarrassed. Did I make a fool of myself last night?”
Morgan blinked. “From my memory, no. You did a lot of things, but making a fool of yourself wasn’t one of them.”
“Right.”
“You remember last night, yes? I’m not alone in remembering the hot sex?”
Thankfully, Ali smiled. “No, I remember that. I was talking about before. When we were playing games. I think I was asking too many questions of Helen and Jamie.”
Morgan shook her head. “They’re old enough to cope. Plus, we’d all had wine.”
“It seemed a good idea last night.”
“Itwasa good idea.” Morgan gulped, then snagged Ali’s gaze. “I don’t regret what happened one bit.”
