Love M.D. (39 page)

“You like it?” Morgan asks.

“Babe, what’s not to like?”

Nicholas smiles at me. “Housekeeping
has already set your things in the closet.”

“Thank you,” says Morgan.

“How soon would you like me to send
them up?” Nicholas asks Morgan.

“Right away,” Morgan replies,
shaking his hand. Nicholas exits the room.

“Who’s coming right up?”

He folds me in his arms and kisses
me lightly on my lips. Together, we explore every nook and cranny of the
expansive suite. A grand piano occupies one of the corners in the room.

“You’ll see. I’m taking you out
tonight. Your girl, Celine Dion is performing here, with an elaborate dinner
and a show.”

“Morgan, I didn’t bring anything
formal to wear.”

A knock sounds on the door. He
heads to the door, smiling and winking at me. “I thought of that.”

He opens the door. Two women walk
in with a clothing rack between them.

“You must be Morgan,” one of the
women says. “I’m Victoria, and this is Mel. So nice to meet you in person.”

“Thank you for making this happen
on such short notice. Meet Zoë. Babe, choose to your hearts content. I also
have something special for New Years in mind, so pick an outfit for that, too.”

“Are you serious?” I ask him.

“Yes. You need something to wear. I
picked out a few I thought you might like, and I asked these ladies to make a
few selections of their own, so I’m sure you’ll find something in there.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ll leave you ladies alone,” he
says, kissing me on my cheek. “I’m going to relax a bit before it’s time to get
ready.”

Morgan has spoiled me rotten in the
last few days, but I’m not in a position to argue or complain too much when I’m
rebuilding a wardrobe from scratch.

Two hours later, my makeup and hair
are done, and I slip into a navy strapless mermaid gown. Morgan waits for me in
the living room while I get ready. He’s all debonair, dressed up in a tux.

“You like?” I ask, stepping out of
the room.

“Wow. You’re exquisite.”

“Thank you. You like this dress?”

Standing, he surrounds me in his
arms. “Yes. It was my favorite.”

“This is really beautiful, and I
appreciate the gesture, but you didn’t have to do this. You’ve spoiled me
rotten the last couple of weeks.”

“I spoiled you? Are you kidding me?
Have you forgotten where we are? You deserve every last bit of this. You’re
happy?”

“I feel like a princess. Thank
you.”

“You look like a princess—a hot
sexy princess, but a princess nevertheless.”

Dinner is delicious,
and as the performance
continues, it is everything I hope for and then some. Morgan holds my hand as
we listen to her lovely melodies and her amazing voice fills the space. I
glance across at him and at this moment, I realize I’ve never loved another man
the way I love him.

That thought reminds me of Zach.
That was the way he told me he felt about Megan. Back then, I didn’t see Morgan
in my future. Now, he is all I see. Sandwiching his hand between mine, I bring
them to my lips.

He leans over and kisses me on my
cheek. “You’re okay?”

Nodding, I smile at him gently.
Simultaneously the piano riff of her song
I
Surrender
kicks in. “I love
this song,” I whisper.

His hand creeps up my thigh. “I can’t
wait to get you out of that dress.”

 I gasp. Giggling under my breath,
I reach for his crotch under the tablecloth. “Oh yeah? And what are you going
to do when you get me out of it?”

 “I’m going to kiss you until you
get horny, fondle you until you get wet, massage your clit until you quiver and
lick and suck you hard until you come all over my mouth.”

My nipples harden at the thought,
and I’m already turned on by his words and his erection I feel through his pants.
The chorus of the song begins and as she sings the words, I listen along
intently, looking into his eyes. I suspect he’s listening, too.

I realize the lyrics are true, such
a reflection of what I feel. What started as a fun, flirtatious gaze suddenly
becomes very serious. Leaning over, he pulls me in his arms. As I hold onto
him, I realize I don’t ever want to let him go.

I suppose it’s most appropriate,
but she ends the show with
My Heart Will Go On.

“Ready to go?” He asks as she gets
her final applaud.

I nod. Holding my hand, he leads
the way out of the room. We stop to put on our coats before we leave the
building to head to another on the property.

Once we’re in the elevator, he
embraces me. I’m not sure what it means for us, but I know we shared something
profound tonight.

When we enter
the suite, the full moon backed by the
deep blue skies welcomes us. We walk straight to one of the sofas tucked away
in the alcove to take in the view. It’s beautiful.

“Thank you for this.” Morgan says,
kissing me as we look out at the star-lit skies.

“You have no idea what you being in
my life means to me. Throughout this whole ordeal, even when I doubted you, you
stuck with me, and I can’t thank you enough for that. You taught me to love you
the way I want to be loved, the very way I want to love you back.”

For a moment, he gazes deeply into
my eyes. I’m overpowered by the love I feel for him.

“Zoë, will you marry me?”

I’m stunned.

“Baby, I didn’t plan this,” Morgan
continues. “I don’t have a ring, but everything about this moment seems
perfect. I realized that I wanted to marry you at dinner tonight. I love you,
and I know you love me. Shouldn—”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“When?”

“Now, if I could, but somehow I don’t
think there’s anyone here to marry us right now.”

“You’re serious?”

“I know this might sound crazy, but
I am serious. Until you asked, I wasn’t sure how I felt about getting married
again. I don’t know how I went on living for so long the way I did. Everything seems
to have so much more meaning when I’m with you.”

“I know now is not possible, but
tomorrow? Or the day after?”

“You really want to do this?”

“Yes.”

“What about your family?”

“I did the whole big wedding thing
already. I don’t need that. Unless you want it, of course. We’re here in this
beautiful place. Why not go for it?”

“All the arguments sound good, but
I’m concerned about your family. I don’t want to leave them out—especially
Abby.”

“I see your point, but I’m not
ready to change my mind. The way things are with Robin right now, I’m not so
sure that any of this will even matter to her. And this is about us, not them.
Let’s get married. If you want, we can keep it to ourselves and when we get
back, we’ll have a ceremony for our family and friends.”

“Maybe we should sleep on it
tonight and make a final decision tomorrow.”

“If that will make you feel better.
My mind is already made up, and somehow I don’t think you’ll be getting much
sleep tonight,” he says, kissing me on my neck.

“Are we seriously engaged?” I
laugh.

He tightens his grip around me. “I
believe we are.”

Tenderly capturing my lips, he
kisses me softly. With one of his hands, he delicately outlines my body.
Loosening his bow tie as we kiss, I pull it apart then slowly undo the buttons
of his shirt. After pulling away his cufflinks, I slip both his shirt and
jacket over his broad shoulders at once.

I kneel on the sofa between his
thighs and slip his undershirt over his head. At the same time, he releases the
back zipper of my dress. Moments later, it collapses to my hips.

Holding my waist in both his hands,
he pulls my body into his. Kissing me softly on my stomach, he fondles with the
front closure of my bra, eventually succeeding in freeing it. Then circling my
breasts in his palms, he sits up, planting soft kisses around my nipples.

Rising to my feet, I step out of my
dress, pushing away all the excess fabric that comes between us. He pulls me
forward, and I fall into his lap. Kissing, I massage his arousal through his
trousers. As I release the buckle to his belt, he slackens the straps to my
sandals. One by one, I hear them tumble to the floor.

Lifting one of my legs, his hand
works his way to my center. But tonight, this is about him, I want to zealously
show him how deeply in love I am with him. Pulling away, I get to my feet and remove
his shoes and socks. His erection looks like it might burst through his pants;
and after undoing the buttons and the zipper, I pull his pants away.

With an intense gaze, I ask him,
“Tell me how I can please you.”

“You always please me, baby. Just
show me how much you love me.”

Spanning his thighs, I capture his
lips, massaging his arousal with my core. I sink to my knees between his thighs
and run my tongue down his hard abdomen. Through the black trunks he wears, I
kiss his erection while lightly caressing his orbs. His hard, red tip pokes its
way through. Caressing him, I rise to my feet and pull his trunks away.

Taking a moment, I drink him in all
his glory: naked, hard, stunning and ready. Pulling one of the throw cushions
off the sofa and placing it on the floor between his legs, I kneel between his
thighs. He gazes at me with pure anticipation. Leaning over him, ensuring my
nipples run over his body, I kiss his tummy then run my tongue all the way down.
Propping his orbs up with my hands, I kiss them lightly, then gently take them
into my mouth.

Gasping, he gazes down at me.
Returning his gaze, I run my tongue up and down his fully extended length. And
as I hear his short intakes of breath, I propel him deep into my mouth, slowly
at first then gradually increasing the pace repeatedly.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he murmurs
repeatedly, urging his hips toward me.

I’m loving him in any and every way
I can imagine—licking him, sucking him, taking him deep into my throat over and
over again. His groans intensify. Moments later, I hear his sweet cries—that
pleasurable sound of him sucking in air.

I know him. I know he’s near his
peak, but I don’t stop. I want him to have all I have to give. I want him to
have intense pleasure in a way I’ve never given before.

“Baby, you have to stop, or I’m
going to come.”

I ignore his call, sucking harder,
massaging him faster, giving him all I can to make sure he gets his ultimate
release.

“Zoë!”

He calls my name, but I don’t
relent, repeating my actions over… and over again… with all my vigor and might.

“Oh fuck, Zoë!” I hear his call,
feeling the warmth of him explode inside my mouth and his fingers digging into
my flesh. And as he continues to convulse inside me, I swallow Morgan Drake
within me.

Breathless, he relaxes into the
seat and his clutch on my arm subsides.

Holding my wrist, he pulls me into
the seat next to him and kisses me ever so softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Intensifying our kiss, he lightly
grazes his fingertips against my flesh, cupping my breasts in his palms,
feeling me all over. He touches my center through the panties I wear.
Encircling my hips in his arm, he swings my body around so I’m lying on the
sofa. Leaning over me, he kisses me once more on my neck then trails his tongue
all the way down to the crotch of my panties and kisses me right in the middle.

“Is this what you want?” he asks.

“Yes. I want it the same way you
promised.”

Gazing at me and smiling, he holds
my panties on either side of my hips and pulls them away. Holding my thighs
apart, he scrutinizes me for a moment before diving between my legs, planting
kisses on my inner thigh, teasing me.

I am dying to feel him, and I am
thankful when he French kisses me there the way he would my lips. His tongue
explores every nook and cranny of my thoroughly swollen and wet core, devouring
me, moving over me, as if I was the best thing he ever tasted.

I feel wanted, desired in an
amazing way I’ve never felt before, and it only increases my arousal. I look
down as he works over me, his tongue travelling up and down my crease. I love
the feel, the hot sounds of him sucking me, gratifying me.

Backing away for a moment, he
slowly penetrates me with his middle and index fingers and works his tongue over
my clit all over again, simultaneously moving his fingers in and out of me. He
quickens his rhythm, sucking me harder and penetrating me faster. Pleasure
builds between my thighs. While still working his fingers inside me, he joins
me on the sofa and kisses my lips.

Slipping my hand up the side of his
face and into his hair, I return his penetrating kiss. With my other hand, I
glide it over his stiff arousal. I want him again, and as he continues to
finger me, I lean over and return his beautiful pink erection to my mouth. Within
minutes, his labored breathing starts all over again.

Suddenly, he pulls away. Rising to
his feet, he pulls me to join him. I love the feel of his hardened penis
sandwiched between us as he kisses my lips and grabs my ass in his palms,
boring his fingers into my flesh.

Then turning my body around, he
gently guides me partially onto the sofa. My knees are on the plush rug, but
the upper half of my body is over the couch. He comes toward me and kisses me,
but seconds later he disappears behind me. When I turn to look, he lies on the
floor with his head at the apex of my thighs.

Circling my thighs, he pulls my
body down, placing my center directly above his lips. Spreading my lips apart,
he places them over his and he ferociously releases his tongue over me, inside
me, around me. He is unrelenting.

“Come on, baby, give it to me. I
want you.” He’s hungry with his words. He pulls me even closer to him, and I
feel every inch of his tongue and lips gratifying me.

I can’t keep still as he pleasures
me. I sway my hips over his tongue and lips and feel him gliding past my clit.

“Oh Jesus, Morgan.” I gasp as I’m
losing control. Sinking my fingers into his hair between my thighs, I peer into
his eyes as my body, mind and soul becomes completely immersed in his sexual
pleasure.

Short gasps of air escape me, and I
find myself grinding my wet core all over his lips. I feel his hands on my ass,
pulling me into him, and his tongue works hard over me, eating me, swallowing
me. I start to lose control.

“Yes Morgan, yes. I’m coming.” My
legs give way and break out into a tremor. He holds me firmly in place, not
letting go. Soon enough, I fall backwards, collapsing onto his chest.

Eventually, I roll onto the rug
next to him, with one of my legs draped over his body. He’s hard, and I’m still
wet. For a moment, I stroke him tenderly while we kiss. After a few minutes, I
span his thighs and absorb his arousal, tilting my ass back and forth over him.

Folding our arms around each other,
we kiss passionately. Morgan latches his palms onto my ass and presses my
moving hips hard into his.

“Yes, Zoë, yes. You’re incredible,
baby.”

His words motivate me to give him
more pleasure, and I aggressively move over him, rotating my hips over his
arousal with my core, taking him deep, burying him completely inside me over
and over again. Then raising my body up, he moves back onto the sofa and pulls
me into his lap—my ass to his front so I am sitting on his arousal. I clasp my
hands in his, gyrating my hips over his erection, feeling him within me. I
place my feet on his muscular thighs and raise my body, moving up and down over
his arousal.

His moans and groans increase. “Zoë,
I want you to come all over my cock.”

He spreads my thighs apart and
pulls my body back to him so we can kiss. As we do, he moves hard inside me
then rigorously moves his fingers over my clit.

“Oh yes! Morgan! Yes, baby, yes.”
He pulls out but continues to massage my clit. As he does, I feel an intense
orgasmic climax, complete with a liquid release, in a way I never have before.
I come against his fingertips. That’s never happened to me, and the pleasure I
feel is out of this world. It wakes every nerve I have in my body. Turning to
face him. I replace my body over his, and holding onto the back of the sofa, I
rock my hips, softly kissing his lips. As I move, Morgan calls out my name and
circles his grip around me. I feel an orgasm coming again, and as I arch my
back and hold onto his knees, feeling the pressure mounting and building, we
come to an amazing synchronized release.

Quivering. Hot. Breathless. We lay
in each other’s hold. Never before have I been so immersed. Never before have I
connected emotionally, mentally, physically and sexually all at once with
another human being. I’m in so deep, and I know with certainty that my decision
to commit to him is the right one.

“I love you so much,” I murmur
after some time.

“I know. I love you, too. I’ve
never felt more loved in my life than tonight, Zoë. I love you more than you
can imagine.”

Leaning over, he captures my lips.
We grip onto each other in a tight embrace for minutes in silence. After a
moment, he rises to his feet, takes my hand in his, and leads the way to the
master suite.

The next morning,
we wake to falling snow outside. It’s
a complete sea of white.

“Maybe we should stay in today,” I
say, cuddling in Morgan’s arms.

“We have a wedding to plan.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Would you prefer if we waited
until we got back home?”

“No, I’d love to get married while
we’re here. I think we should keep it quiet. Maybe when we get back home, we
can do something special and surprise family and friends.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll order us
breakfast. Then we can meet Nicholas to help handle the details.”

Later that morning,
after returning to Lake Louise,
we pick rings for each other at the jewelry store in the hotel. I have no idea
what Morgan picks for me, and he has no idea what I pick for him, but we agree
that we’d save formal wedding bands for the ceremony we share with our family
and friends at home.

Morgan is not big on jewelry. He
only wears his class ring from Stanford, so I chose a simple ring. Because we’re
getting married at Emerald Lake, and green is one of his favorite colors, I
select an emerald and onyx bezel set ring in platinum.

I’m not sure how, but Nicholas
manages to get paperwork that would normally take two days in one day. Apart
from my dress, mostly everything for our wedding is in place.

At 9 the
next morning, Nicholas drives us to Emerald
Lake where we will get married. We also needed a witness, and he was the only
logical person to ask.

I’m nervous and excited all at
once. I think of Zach. I hope he will be here with me in spirit.

I wear a cream gown with a black
lace overlay. Mel and Veronica returned with three selections, and I’m happy
with what I selected. I slip on a pair of black and nude lace shoes, and I wear
the one thing my aunt gave me from my mom—a pair of teardrop diamond
earrings—and a diamond tennis bracelet Zach gave me. I happened to have them
with me at Morgan’s house. It’s one of two pieces he gave to me that wasn’t
destroyed in the fire.