CHAPTER 15

Suddenly, he bent, lifted her by her hips and wedged her body between his and the door. “Put your legs around my waist.”

She hesitated. Could people really have sex standing up? She’d never tried anything more exotic than woman on top.

“Do it.” His voice was edged with steel.

Without another pause, Morgan lifted both of her legs and folded them around his hips. Moments later, he rewarded her with the feel of his cock probing at her entrance, all thick and ready. Breath held, she clung to his shoulders, on the razor’s edge, waiting.

He eased his tip inside, and even that hard bit of him felt like heaven, like the magic elixir to cure the ache currently roasting her alive.

“Say it again,” he demanded, voice strained. “Tell me what you want.”

Morgan never considered holding back. “Fuck me. Now!”

With that, he pushed her hips down as he thrust up. Tissues unused to such invasion protested at first, unable to accommodate his girth. She cried out.

“Relax,” he ground out. “Open to me, cher.”