Chapter Three #2
“Maybe I needed something better to celebrate,” I said honestly, shocking myself by letting a little more of my guard drop.
“And I think I just found it. Meeting you feels like a fresh start, even if it’s just for tonight and fulfilling your birthday wish.
” Because for me, that was all it could be and I needed her to know that right up front.
Her breath hitched, the rise and fall of her chest subtle but impossible to miss. “You don’t even know what I want.”
“I can make an educated guess,” I said, tracing the rim of my bourbon glass with a fingertip.
“Yeah?” She tilted her head to the side, a challenge sparking in her eyes. “What do you think my wish is?”
Meeting her gaze directly, I boldly lowered my hand to her knee, resting my palm on the soft, warm skin of her thigh where the hem of her dress ended, and took a risk.
“I don’t think you’re ready for the night to end.
You want something you’ll still be thinking about tomorrow, maybe longer.
It would be my pleasure to give you that. ”
I brushed my thumb along the inside of her thigh, and her lips parted on a soft exhale. The noise of the bar faded. The music, laughter, everything. All I saw was her and the mutual desire darkening her eyes.
“And if I said I was tempted by your offer?” she asked seductively.
“Then I’d say let me show you how good temptation can feel.” My thumb traced another slow circle against her skin, aching to get her alone so I could follow through on the promise and explore every secret her body had to offer.
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes again, and for a moment neither of us moved as we stared at one another.
The air between us pulsed with possibilities—charged, reckless, and already past the point of pretending this was just flirting.
The low lighting in the bar painted soft gold across her skin, and in that moment, I didn’t give a damn about the wedding, the guilt, or the emotional wreckage Ivy had left in her wake.
Just Morgan. And the possibility of what came next. Of her naked and writhing beneath me while I completely ruined her. I wanted to lose myself in her warm, willing body and draw out every shiver, every moan, and feel her shatter around my cock.
And I wanted to take my time doing it.
I opened my mouth to ask if she wanted to get out of here, but before I could a woman with glossy black curls and a short black dress appeared next to Morgan, breaking the charged silence between us.
“Hey, I wondered where you’d gone,” the woman said to Morgan. Her gaze flicked toward me, but didn’t linger. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Morgan said easily as she finished her cocktail. “Liam here offered to buy me a birthday drink.”
“Oh, that was nice.” The woman glanced between us again, her expression uncertain. “We were about to head out, but we can wait until you’re done.”
Morgan shook her head, her gaze cutting to mine. Those green orbs were captivating and allowed me to see every emotion she was feeling. The woman was an open book, and she clearly wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
“No, you don’t have to do that,” she said, glancing back at the other woman with a reassuring smile. “You guys can go ahead and leave.”
“Are you sure?” her friend asked. “Becca’s the designated driver.”
“I’m sure,” Morgan insisted. “I’ll get an Uber home.”
Her friend looked at me again, warily, her brows drawn together. I had to respect that. She was being protective of her friend.
“Don’t worry, Whit,” Morgan said, a slight smile on her lips. “I’m taking your advice. I’m not wasting my time.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but her friend clearly did. The guarded look on her face cleared and she nodded. “Okay. But I want you to text me later so that I know you’re safe.”
The two women hugged and her friend walked away, joining a group that included the pregnant woman whose card was declined. A soft touch on my arm brought my attention back to Morgan, who was leaning toward me again with a very sensual smile on her face.
“What do you think about getting out of here?” she asked.
My pulse kicked hard. I already wanted her, but there was something about the confidence in her tone, the certainty, that lit up every nerve inside me. A bold woman was hot as hell, and I always appreciated one who knew what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to ask for it.
“There’s a hotel across the street,” I said, my voice rougher than I’d intended. I’d noticed it earlier on my walk to the bar. It was close, convenient, and right now, the only option that didn’t involve waiting.
Morgan slid off her stool, standing so close that I could feel the heat of her body and inhale that intoxicating scent of jasmine and vanilla.
“Then let’s go,” she murmured.
It was the only invitation I needed. I closed out my tab and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the bar and into the night.
Whatever this evening turned into, I already knew one thing for certain. For tonight, Morgan was mine, and I was going to enjoy every single second of fucking her.