Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (103 page)

Morgan
heard him remove his clothes, nearly flinching as his belt buckle
crashed to the wooden floor. She wanted to see him, to see the
beautiful body that he'd kept from her, but his deep groan of warning
reminded her to stay put. “Spread your legs.” She
wanted to touch him, to give him pleasure as he touched her, and
those were her thoughts when she felt his long fingers nearly close
around her thighs, and pull them apart. “Do as I say Morgan,
or I'll do it myself.” His thick accent made her want to turn
around and wrap her legs around him, to pull him into her so that she
could finally feel her big Romanian. Instead, she sighed heavily
with desire and put her forehead down to the bed, while her thighs
were spread wide in front of him, and her round ass was still held
high from the bed.

She
stayed there, waiting, hearing only the popping of the fire that was
taking hold, and was tempted to turn around once again. Moments
passed, and her body continued to heat as she anticipated the feel of
his hands, his mouth, his cock, anything that he wanted to touch her
with. She sighed again, rolling her midsection from side to side
slightly, trying to bring the man closer. It was taking far too
long, and she sat up enough to look behind her. “What did I
say?” The enormous weight of his body pushed the mattress down
several inches as he put a knee on either side of hers. She
struggled to stay where she was as he positioned himself behind her.
“What do you want, Morgan?” His voice sent a shiver
through her body, as it held the same warning as the look on his
face.

She
was quick to answer the man. “Touch me.” Morgan raised
her ass even higher, trying to find contact with his warm body, but
was disappointed to feel him move back on the bed. He laughed, a
deep and very seductive sound that she could never get enough of.
She felt his finger finally touch her inner thigh, and move up
slowly, the small touch brought a new moisture to her body that made
her want to clench her legs together in response. The torture of
staying in the same position brought a sweet whimper to her lips, and
an added finger to her thigh from the man still behind her.

Fane
slowly traced and invisible line from the back of her knees to where
her ass began to round, then back down. When she squirmed, he
removed his fingers and waited for her to heed his warning, then
continued again with the slow slight touch to her legs.

Morgan
had caught on to what he wanted, what he expected of her, and the
need in her body begged for more as he dominated every move that she
could make. For time that lasted beyond reasoning, she fought to
stay still while his fingers brushed against her inner thigh, and
would stop before making contact with her wet center, over and over
again. Fane's body was in much better control, because he knew
exactly what would happen with each passing moment.

She
lost the feel of his fingers, and sighed again as she backed slightly
toward him. “Turn over.” Morgan raised her head
slightly, and started to bring her legs together to do as she was
told, but she didn't move quickly enough for the man. He picked her
up from the bed by her waist, and flipped her to her back in one
swift move, and ended with his legs over her knees, holding them
tightly together. “You hesitated, Morgan. You'll pay for
that.” Her eyes widened at his words, and she sighed as she
was finally able to squeeze the pulling need between her own thighs.
“Feel good?” His eyes lowered and he watched her squirm
underneath him, giving herself the only pleasure that she could. She
moaned quietly in response, and nodded just once. “Stop.”
He raised only his eyes, daring her again to defy him.

“Please....”
She couldn't take the torture any longer, she had to feel him and
she had no intentions of waiting any longer. He smiled down at her,
then shook his head as he backed up and stood from the bed. He told
her to close her eyes, and she would get what she needed. Morgan was
more than happy to follow his last command.

He
put his hands around her small wrists and raised them above her
head, while telling her to lie still. She smiled, and gave her arms
to him freely as she pictured him taking his place above her. She
sighed again when she felt something soft against her skin, and
opened her eyes to find his lips brushing against her wrist. “Fane?”
She didn't find his lips, she saw what was left of her pink bra
being tied around her wrists, then he wrapped the rest of one strap
around the wooden headboard and pulled it tightly. “What? I
thought..,” she looked behind her, at her bonded hands, then
back to the gorgeous man.

“I
said, you'll get what you need.” She started to protest as she
looked between his face and her hands, but again, his smile held no
humor, but what it did hold could drive her mad with desire.

Fane
slowly lowered his body over hers, and rested to where his face was
directly over her breast. She wanted his mouth, his hands, anything
to relieve her pain, but he only gave her his warm breath. His mouth
parted slightly as he gently blew air across her nipple, making it
harden and peak by the time the second breath crossed her skin. She
tried to arch her back but he shook his head as he moved to the other
breast and tortured her until her breathing became loud and erratic.
“There's something I want from you, Morgan.” His voice
was barely a whisper, but it was laced so heavily with desire that
all she could do was look at him. “You'll know when I get it.”

He
inched down the length of her body, letting her smooth skin caress
his own slowly. When he reached her center, he again told her to
spread her legs. She had no idea what he would do, but by then,
Morgan knew what he wasn't going to do, and her loud whimper when he
settled between her thighs, told him as much. “Give me what I
want, Morgan.” He brought his hands to her inner thighs and
held them there as his warm breath floated across her hardened area.
His fingers parted her pink lips and Morgan pushed against his hand
at the slight touch.

She
looked down, her pink cheeks covered in a heated glow that made his
large cock grind into the bed. With one finger, he brushed against
her clit and watched her head fall back onto the pillow, moaning with
the intensity of pleasure that his soft touch brought her. Then
again, he brushed the little bud, and listened to her cry out in
need.

“Fuck!
Fane... please!” The man lifted himself and was over her
again in seconds and relieved her of the restraints around her
wrists.

“Thank
you.” His soft words sent another chill through her body, a
feeling that she embraced as she watched him rise even more above her
body. “Watch me. Watch me fuck you.” She raised her
head and licked her lips, then looked down to see the last part that
would bring her pleasure right then. His cock was beautiful, as she
thought it would be, and her body clenched with need as she watched
his large head disappear inside of her. The sound that came from his
chest as he pushed inside of her pulsing wet body made Morgan squeeze
him even tighter. It was the growl that she had waited for, and it
grew louder with each of his quickening thrusts.

Her
arms went around his neck, and she wrapped her legs around his ass,
pulling him inside of her with each move he made. Fane grabbed the
back of her knees, and moved them to his shoulders, then held her
thighs against his chest as he pushed deep inside of her. Morgan's
body ached with pleasure, begged for more, and her insides felt like
rising liquid lava that was seconds away from release.

“Come
with me, Morgan.” He was out of breath, and his words no
longer held authority. He sounded like a man who needed to feel a
connection with her, and she was more than willing to give him what
he needed.

She
held him so tightly with her legs that they began to shake, then he
pushed one last time, as deep as he could, and his cock jerked as her
walls tightened around him in a frenzy of passion that made his own
pleasure last longer than he thought possible. For several long
moments, the crackling of the fire and the sound of their breathing
was all that could be heard within the large house that suddenly
didn't feel so lonely.

He
pulled out of her slowly, and she sighed at the loss. When he
settled beside her, and covered her with the his blue quilt, she
finally had the chance to ask.

“What
was it that I gave you?” She smiled as she nestled against his
massive chest, and heard his sweet laughter before he answered.

“My
name, Morgan. You didn't know it when you got here, and I just
needed to hear it from your beautiful lips.”

He
knew!

*****

The
next morning, Morgan found that the area next to her in the large bed
was empty, but even before she looked at the note on the bedside
table, she had a good idea why. She stretched like a cat, trying to
grab the piece of paper with the tips of her fingers, only doing it
the lazy way so she didn't lose her warm spot in the bed. After
finally grasping it, she pulled it to her and laid back on the
pillow, reading it above her head. “Gone to the market, will
be back in a bit. Coffee is in the kitchen. Well thank you, Fane!”

A
few more minutes of letting her eyes adjust and she was rolling out
of the thick blanket and making her way to the bathroom to take care
of morning business. Once that was done though, she wrapped herself
in her thick pink robe, then made her way down the long wooden
staircase. “Oh, coffee, how I love thee!” She nearly
skipped to the kitchen, then whistled a tune to herself as she poured
her first cup of caffeinated deliciousness.

Morgan
downed the first cup pretty quickly, as usual, then poured herself
another and carried it with her to the second floor bathroom. She
liked it better than the master one, only because the fireplace was
bigger and there were no windows, making her feel like she was in her
own private little cabin. Fane wouldn't be back for at least an hour,
so a long soak in the tub sounded like a wonderful way to pass the
time. She also had her phone tucked in her robe pocket, just in case
her Romanian needed anything, but also because she wanted to tell
Angel about her amazing night, as well as possibly catch up with the
others.

It
was when she was sinking down into the hot water that she realized
she wouldn't be catching up with the others. Finlay, well, she
certainly didn't want to risk letting the cat out the bag and ruining
the surprise. Tanner was probably still exhausted from his travels
and she knew he had to get back to work anyway. Sean was in London
for business and Michael, she remembered, had gone back to Hawaii for
a big endeavor of trying to find more property for another car lot.
She thought for a moment that she shouldn't be talking to any of the
men anyway. They were on business and couldn't talk to her, why
should she try to talk to them? But she wasn't going to think about
it or get wrapped up in emotions, she was in too good of a mood to
let anything bother her at the moment.

She
was left with only texting her one true love, Angel, which she had
been most excited to write to in the first place.
OMG! Angel, wow.
Just holy fucking WOW! His name is Fane! How cool of a name is that?
He's a sweet and gentle man...except when he's turned on...if you
know what I mean.

Morgan
set her phone on the floor, then sunk down into the tub, nearly
submersing her whole head. The hot water was nearly too hot. Nearly.
It felt wonderful and also relieved her of the soreness in her legs
from the workout she'd received the night before.

What
she'd said was true. She'd never seen such a transition like that,
from shy to holy shit. Dennis had been the closest she'd ever seen.
He was a shy guy, cute smile, boy next door and he'd been a bit
demanding, but Fane...he was quiet and a bit reserved, only because
he was still figuring her out, but in the bedroom, he knew exactly
what he wanted and he knew how to get it.
And everything is
definitely working properly.

Morgan
thought about the other women in the town and how Fane hadn't wanted
to “try it out” with them.
You girls have no idea what
you're missing.
The matter she'd told him before, about him being
a high commodity where she was from, that was true too. He'd never
have a problem making sure things worked properly. She thought again
about how she had only picked the asshole men out in a crowd. “You
would have been too nice for me, and I would have missed out too.”
But I didn't miss out and the Romanian stud is mine for four more
days.

She
sat back in the tub with a long sigh. Nope, she definitely hadn't
missed out on anything and she was already looking forward to her
client getting back from the market. Over another sigh, that one of
pleasure as she dipped her feet into the tub, she heard her phone
ring out with a text message notification. She sat up, dried off her
hands and picked her phone off the ground.