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hands.
    She gulped.
    He gave ideal male forms like David a run for their money. Tan, tan skin made her itch to lick him, to discover if he tasted like salty caramel. No puny fig leaf would do the job in covering him up either.
    Morgan wet her lips when his cock bobbed, thick and heavy, against his inner thigh.
    “Let me in, cupcake, or there won’t be much to look at. It’s freaking frosty out here.”
    “You, cold? Impossible.” She laughed then invited him to lay beside her with a sweep of her arm.
    “It’s nice and cozy in here. I think I’m actually starting to sweat a bit.”
    “What can I say, seeing me naked has that affect on girls.”
    “And some guys,” Morgan added as he collapsed beside her, tickling her as punishment.
    They giggled together like children telling naughty jokes, rolling beneath the heated blankets, mussing the perfect setting. Christ, had she ever enjoyed a man in her bed this much? When their chuckles died down, Joe swallowed the dregs of her laughter in another all-consuming kiss.
    There was nothing funny about the way he made out.
    His tongue swept past her parted lips to explore the ridges of her gums. First soft then firm as he tensed and relaxed—thrust and retreat—the moist tip flicking over hers. Teasing. Tasting. Morgan stared into the green depths of his eyes, noticing how much darker they looked when he got turned on. Before she could get her fill, he lifted up onto his arms. “Now, about that dessert.”
    Joe dove beneath the covers, settling between her legs. He shouldered her thighs apart then tortured her by laying his chin on her mound while he played with her abdomen. Muscles quivered beneath his exploratory strokes. He traced the swells and dips of her midriff beneath the sweater, inching the cashmere higher and higher to make room for his lips and tongue.
    By the time he’d gathered the fabric below her bra, she struggled to catch a breath. His moist lips dragged across the sensitive ridges of her ribs, exacerbating her respiratory issues. If he hesitated any longer, she would take things into her own hands and speed up the process.
    Morgan’s hands snuck below the covers, prepared to clutch the hem and pry her sweater free when a whisper halted her motion.
    “Ever want something so bad, for so long, that when you finally get it, you’re not sure what to play with first?”
    “Yes!” She hadn’t meant to shout but she craved him everywhere, all at once. The anticipation had her on edge. “Start by stripping me faster.”
    His laughter held a strangled note.
    Compliance had never seemed like one of Joe’s strengths, but a wash of cool air snuck through the gap in the covers, replacing his scorching touch below her breasts. He skipped along her belly, avoiding her 22
     

    pussy entirely even when she arched toward his skimming fingers. The infuriating man caressed her legs until he reached her feet. He slid her socks off, massaged her ankles and calves then surprised the hell out of her when he fisted his hands in the fabric behind her knees. A solid yank divested her of her pants.
    Thank God she hadn’t opted for her skinny jeans.
    A series of nips and licks along her knees to her inner thighs marked Joe’s return journey to her core.
    He didn’t screw around when he reached her soaked thong. His fingers tucked beneath the narrow ribbons forming the sides of the delicate covering then guided the scrap of underwear off her. Molten lust bubbled inside her, flowed in her veins and from her steaming pussy.
    Joe emerged from their cocoon with the silky material between his teeth. He flung it to the side with a shake of his head that ruffled his hair and made her itch to feel it between her fingers again. The sight, which should have either horrified or amused her, somehow excited her more. He could recite the phonebook and it would make her hot.
    Before disappearing out of sight beneath the blanket, he paused as though he couldn’t resist tasting her swollen