Chapter 30 Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Morgan
Flinging open the door to my room, I dump my bag on the white cotton sheets. Stripping out of my wet robe and swimwear, I walk into the bathroom and begin running a cold shower. I immediately stand underneath the spray, feeling it lessen the simmering heat still coursing around my body.
It takes the edge off my neediness, and soon my skin’s riddled with goosebumps, my entire body shivering. Turning up the temperature, I wash my hair and body, wanting to rinse away the past hour.
It doesn’t work. I can feel Paddy’s hands on my skin. The way he devoured me like I was his favourite meal.
His hand on my neck.
His lips pulling my nipples.
My hands stroke over my body, excitement surging through my blood.
I stop.
No.
I need it to be him who touches me.
My hand falls to my thigh, betraying me.
Stop. Morgan stop.
Paddy’s words ring so loudly in my head, my heart hammers in my chest. Mixed emotions make my mind whirl like a storm.
Shutting off the water, I wrap a clean towel around me, my skin buzzing as the soft fabric brushes against my skin. Alert. Turned on. Hyper aware.
I open the bathroom door and walk to the bed, reaching for my bag. My ears prick up as the room door clicks, and I spin to see Paddy standing at the doorway. His hair’s messy. His eyes ablaze. And his lips are parted like he’s struggling to breathe. Did he run up here?
“What are you doing in my room?” I ask, pulling my towel tight around my body.
The room door closes with a thud.
He stalks towards me as though we’re magnets about to crash into one another, tossing a keycard on the small table in the room.
I step back, my hand out in front of me, fingers spread wide. “Stop.”
Unlike me, he does exactly as I say.
“Where did you go?” I ask, the lump in my throat thick and full of emotion.
“I want everything that just happened between us.” He holds out a hand behind him, pointing to the door. “You have to know that being with you like that… I’m desperate for you.” He grits his teeth, saying his words with meaning, his head shaking.
Despite my best efforts, a disbelieving laugh seeps out from me. “You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”
He steps closer, his eyes glowing with a liquid heat that makes my body tingle. “If we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way.” He takes another step.
The quiet way he’s moving closer makes me feel trapped.
A part of me wants to run to him, but the other stays still, caught between the pull of him, and the fear of what it means to fall.
“Your way?” I question, my voice hoarse.
I take another step away. Physically, I’m moving away from him.
Mentally, I begin undressing him when his robe falls open.
He slowly lifts both hands. “I wasn’t thinking in the sauna. I should never have moved that fast. You and me, we need to go slow. Steady.”
He makes me sound like a sex pest who was begging him to fuck me. “What if I don’t want slow and steady?” Christ, now I do sound like a sex pest.
His features coil, tight lines forming on his forehead. “Then we’ll be one of those couples who never has sex.”
My pulse quickens. He can’t be serious? “Is that meant to be a threat, Paddy O’Keefe?”
Widening his stance, he rips his robe off his body, letting it puddle on the floor by his feet. “Take off your towel.” Dominance and desire flare on his face. He stares at me long and hard, puffing out his chest.
I slide my eyes up to meet his. “Paddy?” My legs begin to tremble with unharnessed need.
He breathes heavily. “The towel. Take it off, Morgan.” He is serious.
Wet strands of my hair cling to the side of my face. I want to move them, but my hands feel clumsy. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, and every part of me is too aware. Of the silence. Of his eyes fixed on me. “I don’t have any clothes on.”
A low groan tipples from his mouth. Paddy’s tongue darts lusciously over his bottom lip. Then he grabs his shorts and pushes them to the floor.
Shock intertwines with awe, because the penis staring back at me would do more than split me in half if I let it anywhere close to my vagina.
It would end me. For good.
I draw in a deep breath. “We don’t have to do this,” I splutter, backtracking fast, my mouth all of a sudden dry.
His voice deepens seductively. “Yes, we do.”
My eyes flutter closed. “Paddy—”
I don’t see him moving.
Before I can say anything more, I’m in his arms and lying flat on the bed, Paddy gazing down at me on his side. “The only way this works, is if you tell me what you like and what you don’t as we do it.”
“Mmm,” I moan, still trying to catch my breath, licking my lips as his warm breath rains down on me torturously.
“I’m serious, Morgan. You haven’t done this before.”
Watching him search my features, I swallow harshly. “I’ll tell you if I need you to stop,” I say heatedly, turning my head up to him.
Paddy smiles and untucks my towel, exposing my naked body underneath him. I hold my breath, heart hammering, but he groans causing my arousal to spike. Then he drops his mouth to my neck, and my back bows of the bed, fingers curling into the sheets.
Oh my God.
Flames spread across my skin, pulsing heat floods my core as he kisses me gently, working his way south, towards my chest.
My lips part when Paddy shows each nipple equal attention, before his hot breath glides over my stomach. He waits. Not moving. Not rushing me. “Do you still trust me, Morgan?”
“Yes,” I moan my response, my body melting into the sheets.
Slow and steady, he lowers one hand to the strip of hair between my legs, making me shudder. “Is this okay?”
My response is strangled. “Yes.”
I’ve imagined this moment a hundred times, but now that it’s real, my thoughts scatter like a bag of marbles hitting the floor. I’m centred when our eyes lock, and when he gently nudges my leg, I let them part.
His hand stays gentle, dropping lower, the tips of his fingers sliding between my thighs to the part only I’ve touched.
I moan. A jolt of electricity makes my stomach flip.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” His low, gentle words are careful yet laced with heat. Purposeful yet cracked.
My head rolls on the bed, eyes closed. “Don’t stop.” Waves of heat make my pulse quicken.
Paddy breathes heavily, one finger circling my clit delicately.
My legs widen further for him, nerves still wildly humming through me, but I’m no longer in control of my body.
“Let me see those eyes, curly fries.”
A deep burn aches in my chest. “I can’t open them,” I whimper, focusing on the pleasant circles that are making me hotter.
He chuckles before gently slipping his finger inside of me.
My eyes spring open.
“Does it hurt?”
Everything goes black again before I’m seeing stars. “No,” I reply with a shaky voice. “It feels good.” So, so good.
He inserts another finger, and my head snaps back, heat swelling, building slowly like embers catching flame.
His fingers stop.
No.
“Please,” I whimper. I breathe harshly, trying to remain controlled. “I like the way that feels.” My body involuntarily rocks, wanting more of what he was doing.
“Okay,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling by the tone of his voice. Gravelly. Full of lust.
His fingers push inside me once again, this time slower. Deeper. Breathtakingly perfect.
My hips lift off the bed, and Paddy’s breath hitches.
I know when I’ve touched myself in the privacy of my own room, it’s never felt like how it does now. I’ve never put a finger inside myself and felt the rush of warmth all the way from my toes to the base of my neck. “Paddy.”
Oh. My. God.
His fingers meticulously curl at the same time as his thumb brushes over my clit, applying just the right amount of force.
I moan loudly, that familiar swell of heat igniting inside of me, the one that makes my head dizzy, and my muscles tighten.
Paddy breathes heavily before pushing himself further down the bed. “Jesus, curly fries.”
My body tenses when his fingers stop working their magic. “What is it?” I’m suddenly aware I’m exposed with Paddy O’Keefe manoeuvring himself between my legs.
Holy shit.
I’m not sure if this feeling is euphoria or nausea. Because the way his eyes light up and his lips part has me scrunching the sheets between my fingers.
“I’ve got Morgan Brooks naked in my bed.”
Humour pulls my cheeks high. “This is my bed.”
Without moving his head, he looks up at me. And the possessive, burning look in his eyes strikes me right in the centre of my chest. “Technically this is our bed. We’re sharing a room.”
I pause, remembering I was in the ladies’ when he checked us in. “You booked a double bed?”
“Yes,” he answers deeply.
“For all the sexcapades?”
His head cocks slightly to one side. “I didn’t book this room just to get you into bed.”
I look at all four walls, smiling down at the both of us naked and definitely enjoying the bed.
My playfulness earns me a squeeze of my thighs.
“I know,” I say truthfully, lifting to my elbows to get a better view of him. “But I’m glad you did.”
His face brightens. “Me too, curly fries. Now can I get back to losing myself in you?” He doesn’t give me time to answer. With one long, glorious lick, he brushes his tongue up my centre, making my head fall back to the bed.
“Oh my God.” My hands fly to my hair. “Paddy!”
His fingers curl into my thighs, anchoring himself, as his tongue swirls in light circles.
I moan, and when my body starts moving in time with his, something deep takes over. Like pure, unharnessed desire, he groans as he moves, as if he’s waited forever to do this.
“Paddy.” I reach down and twist my fingers in his hair.
He pushes one finger inside me, and my breath catches.
My muscles squeeze tightly, and when my back arches off the bed, my lips part.
Pleasure coils in my spine, sparks shooting through me.
“Don’t stop.” I melt. Nerves gone. There’s no more hesitation.
Just heat, and urgency as his mouth takes me to dizzying new heights.
And I let go.
Chest heaving.
Eyes wide.
Body tingling.
Heart undone.
Paddy keeps going until my back sags to the mattress. He helps bring me down, slowing his fingers and gently kissing the inside of my thighs. His tenderness has me relaxing, and after years of imagining what he just did would feel like, nothing I dreamt up came close.
He says something unintelligible. Or perhaps it’s just the blood still ringing in my ears causing me to mishear him.
“What?”
He chuckles with a deep raspiness. The bed dips, and I’m pulled into his arms, the front of his body pressed into my back. He curls his arms around me, and his warm breath hits my neck. “I said, do you feel okay?”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I pry my eyes open from their dreamy state. “Do I feel okay?” I repeat with obvious sarcasm. “I think if you touch me there again, I’ll explode.” I curl my head back to the bed, unable to keep it upright any longer.
My admission has him laughing inwardly. “Oh, yeah?”
I bite my lip and nod, already feeling his hand slipping from around me, making me roll to my back.
Paddy rises on one elbow, the other hand pushing my legs apart. “Let’s see.” He drops his hand to my clit before he slips one finger straight inside me. “You’re so wet, curly fries.”
Currents of heat zip up my spine. “You salivated all over me.”
He laughs with a rasp. “You came on my face. That’s all you, baby.”
“Oh, God,” I say a little embarrassed, but feeling my body beginning to squeeze around him.
“Fuck, curly fries.”
“Paddy.” I grab his arm as my hips begin thrusting against his fingers. “I… I’m…” I choke, unfurling as my body shakes violently with my next orgasm.
Paddy’s mouth lands on mine, and I part my lips, letting his tongue explore.
He strokes my clit gently, mouths locked and sliding together. “You’re shaking.”
“I know,” I stammer, smiling into our kiss, enjoying how his fingers are still exploring my body.
Letting his head drop into his palm, Paddy turns his body into mine, causing his fingers to stop when pressing up against my side is his thick, throbbing penis.
His cheeks redden.
My breath gets trapped in my lungs. I want to touch him. I want to reach down and feel him lose control like he did with me. Taking a steadying breath of confidence, I lift my hand and rest it on his chest, curling my body to his.
He tugs his hands between my thighs. “I’m trapped.”
I let out a snort, unable to contain it. Then I loosen my thighs from around his hand.
“Thanks,” he laughs, but stops when my hand falls to his cock.
“What are you doing?”
My lips roll in on each other. “Feeling you,” I say nervously, arching my neck and waiting for him to meet me for a kiss.
He’s quiet, but he slowly leans down, his breathing definitely faster now. “You don’t have to do this.”
Pressing my lips to his, I whisper, “I want to,” before pushing them together again. This is the first cock I’ve ever felt, so when there’s a grumble in the back of Paddy’s throat, I hold my breath, and pleasure simmers in my core.
“Morgan,” he breathes, only serving to make my whole body feel hotter.
Too wrapped up in him, I clasp my fingers around his shaft. Squeezing, a moan escapes me when he groans, and my eyes roll closed.
“Not so tight,” he tells me, his free hand cupping my face. He smiles into a deep kiss, and thank God we’re close because I can feel my cheeks and my chest turning fifty shades of red.
I loosen my grip. “Better?”
“Perfect.”