The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [152]
Belatedly, Misty remembered that she wanted to be a full participant, not a passive one. She toed off her sneakers, then came up onto her elbows as Morgan worked the button of her pants loose and started on her zipper. “Would you rather I strip? It’ll be easier.”
Morgan froze for a heartbeat, then shook his head. “I’d never live through it. The fact you’re not wearing a bra is already more than any man should have to deal with.”
“You wanted me to wear a bra.”
His hand opened over her belly and caressed her lightly, smoothing over her skin, dipping quickly into her belly button, then sliding beneath her open jeans to palm her buttocks. She reached for his erection and wrapped her hand around him.
He was hard and hot and silky. He flexed in her hand, and she tightened her hold.
With a groan, Morgan hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. His voice was gravelly and low when he spoke. “Unveiling you slowly would have been better for my system. Saving me the shock, you know?”
Misty ignored his words, enthralled with the velvety feel of him. “Do you like this, Morgan?” She squeezed him carefully, heard his rough gasp. “You’ll have to give me some direction, okay?”
He had her jeans as far as her knees and he paused to tilt his head back and suck in deep breaths. “Harder.”
Misty’s heartbeat drummed at his growled command. She tightened her hand and stroked him again. “Like this?” she whispered.
Morgan suddenly caught her wrist and pulled her hand away. “I’m sorry, but I can’t take it.” He kissed her knuckles and placed her hand next to her head on the floor. “You need to do some catching up, sweetheart, so keep those soft little hands to yourself for a few minutes, okay?”
Nodding, Misty lifted her hips so he could pull her jeans the rest of the way off. Morgan pushed them aside, and immediately bent down to kiss the top of her right thigh. “Damn, you smell good,” he muttered as he nuzzled her hipbone, her belly, leaving warm damp kisses on her skin.
Misty shifted, not sure if she should protest or not. He’d taken the lead, but she loved how he looked at her, the husky timbre of his voice.
“Open your legs.”
“Morgan…”
“Shh. Trust me, okay?”
It seemed as though her heartbeat shook her entire body. Around her nervousness, her excitement, she whispered, “I do trust you. I always have.”
Morgan looked down at her, making her feel exposed and agitated and eager. He wedged her thighs apart and settled between them. He stared into her eyes and cupped her breasts. His solid abdomen pressed warmly against her mound, making her arch the tiniest bit. Her thighs were opened wide around his waist.
Misty nearly choked on a deep breath when he lowered his head and sucked one nipple deep into his mouth. Her back arched involuntarily, but Morgan took advantage of the movement to slip his arm beneath her, keeping her raised for his mouth. He shifted to her other breast, making her moan with the sharp tingle of a gentle bite.
“I could spend an hour,” he whispered, “just on your breasts.”
Misty tangled her fingers in his hair. “I told you I wanted to do some things.”
“We’ll take turns.”
He went back to her nipple, and true to his word, he seemed insatiable, tasting her, licking her, sucking her deep. Each gentle tug of his mouth was felt in her entire body. His tongue was both rough and incredibly soft on her aroused flesh. When he finally lifted himself away from her, she could barely keep still. Her nipples were swollen and wet, and she covered them with her own hands, trying to appease the throbbing ache.
Morgan growled at the sight of her touching herself and began kissing his way down her abdomen. When he reached her belly, he paused, then rested his cheek there. “I can’t believe there’s a baby in here,” he whispered. “You’re so slim.”
Misty choked on an explosion of emotion,