Spring Rain (The Witchling #4)(57)
Noah felt good. Too good for her not to hear him out if he wanted more than a cup of coffee.
Chapter Twenty
Despite her intention to be gone by morning, Morgan didn’t wake up until ten. She pushed red curls out of her face and rolled onto her back, taking a moment to recall where she was. She breathed in deeply – and flushed so red, her fire leapt to life across her skin. Beck’s scent, their combined scent, was everywhere. She was naked beneath the sheets and sorer than she expected. The muscles of her thighs and abs were spent while her lips felt puffy. She felt like she’d had a killer ab and hip workout.
Beck had been beyond gentle. Passionate, consuming, and so sweet, she sighed. It was nothing like what had been done to her before. There was no pain, only desire and pleasure.
“Figured I’d let you sleep in.” His low voice was gravelly from sleep.
Morgan twisted her head to see Beck stand from his position beside the fire. He wore jeans and was bare chested, the faded pair of pants hanging low on his slender hips to display his flat abs. She watched him walk, amazed by how his muscles moved beneath the skin while recalling what it had felt like to be pressed beneath his hard, athletic frame, to skim her palms and lips across the smooth, warm skin of his chest … to feel him slide between her thighs …
A little dazed, if not disbelieving, that she had spent the night with him, she couldn’t figure out how to respond. Beck glowed brighter than she had ever seen him, his Light forming a mist of fog on the floor of the bedroom. Any doubt she ever had about who he was, the Master of Light, was gone.
He knelt beside the bed and rested his arms on the mattress beside her, smiling. His teal eyes glittered. “Morning,” he whispered. He cupped her cheek with his broad palm, sending a spiral of earthy warmth through her.
This is real. Morgan shifted onto her side then propped herself up on one elbow. She was on fire already and tucked the sheet around her to keep it from falling off. Of all the thoughts she thought she should be thinking, wanting Beck to climb in bed with her didn’t seem like the right one, but she already missed his heat and strength pressed against her.
She had unleashed all her magick, let go of her fear and inhibitions and fallen into him. Not only had he caught her with tenderness and passion that made her blood ignite just thinking about it, but he’d taken her to climactic highs she never expected either.
“Morning,” she said finally, realizing she had been staring at him like an idiot for several moments.
He traced the pad of his thumb across her swollen lips, the light of desire in his gaze once more. Her face grew warmer.
“You feel it?” he asked. “We’re stronger today.”
Grateful for the distraction, Morgan tested her magic. The equinox rendered her fire magic faster to respond, more powerful. “I still can’t control it,” she said with a frown.
“That’s what I’m for, remember?”
She flushed after the first-hand demonstration the night before of how well he could wield her fire.
“You okay?”
She nodded with a half smile. “Was that … how you thought it would be?” she asked awkwardly, self-conscious of his reputation for sleeping around when she had never willingly slept with anyone. “I mean, are you …” She cleared her throat, embarrassed.
“Morgan it was the most incredible night of my life.”
His words drew a smile from her. “Swear it?”
“Swear. In fact, I want to spend every night like that. If you’re interested.”
She gave a nervous laugh, too aware of being naked so close to him. She had the urge to throw off the sheet and invite him back into her body but didn’t know if that was the right thing to do or not.
“So … you interested?” His grin was big, but she sensed the casual question was much deeper than if she wanted to spend the night with him. “Did I convince you to stay?”
“Is that what that was?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“That was what sex between two people destined to be together feels like,” he replied just as quickly.
She rolled her eyes, heart fluttering. The sudden urge to scream out of joy filled her, and she swallowed it. “But …” Her gaze went to the soul stone on the nightstand beside her phone, and her joy began to fade.
“No.” Beck took her chin and shifted her focus back to him. “We’ll handle it together.”
Trusting someone else to help her was harder than trusting the man she took to bed. Morgan didn’t know what to think. “Beck, I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”
“You won’t. You just need to stay away from the Light source. Today, we’ll go to the forest, and Sam can teach you how to bind the soul stone with your magick. It won’t be a danger to me then.”
“He can do that?” she asked hopefully.
“He said he can. Morgan, I’m serious about you staying. With me. Pretty much forever.”
Overwhelmed by the sentiment and her emotions, she resisted the need to cover her head and hide for a moment. “Forever,” she repeated and held his gaze.
It felt like the best day of her life.
“Yes,” he whispered. “If that’s … uh … cool. You can get back to me if you want.” For the first time since they had been reunited, his cheeks turned pink, and he appeared nervous.