Defending Morgan (Mountain Mercenaries #3)(65)

Eventually her sobs tapered off and she sniffed against him.

“Better?” he asked softly.

She nodded.

“Good. Want to get up and shower, or lie here a bit longer?”

“Lie here,” she said softly.

“Okay, beautiful. I’m going to get up, shower, and get breakfast started. You snooze. I’ll wake you up when your omelet is done.”

“You’re too good for me.”

Arrow snorted. “Hardly. I’m still waiting for you to come to your senses and realize that you could do so much better than me.” Then he scooted out from under her and covered her with the blanket. He kissed her temple and headed for the bathroom.

He was in the shower with his back to the door when he heard something behind him.

Looking over his shoulder, Arrow could only stare in disbelief as a naked Morgan stepped into the small enclosure and shut the door behind her.

“What—”

He forgot what he was going to ask when she wrapped her arms around him from behind and her hands reached for his semihard cock. The second she touched him, all the blood in his body went to his dick, and he grew in her hands.

He grabbed her wrists and held her still as he turned his head and asked, “Morgan? What are you doing?”

“I would think it’s obvious,” she replied, but didn’t struggle in his grip. “I just . . . I’m tired of feeling so helpless. I’m not ready for you to . . . you know. But I want to give this to you.”

“Are you sure? I love your hands on me, but this is not something I expect from you until you’re absolutely ready.”

“I’m not at a place yet where I can say that I love you back,” Morgan told him. “But I can tell you that I’ve never felt for anyone else what I do for you. Thinking about you hurting when I can do something to help makes me feel physically ill. I want to touch you, Arrow. I want to be the one to make you feel good.”

“You make me feel good just by being with me,” he reassured her. “If at any time you get overwhelmed with memories, I want you to stop. It’ll hurt me if you’re suffering just to give me pleasure.”

“Arrow, believe me, this is nothing like what happened to me before. Not even close. I’m freely giving this to you. I want you to orgasm by what I’m voluntarily doing.”

He chuckled and took his hands off her wrists, giving her the freedom to do what she wanted. “Beautiful, I feel as if I’m always on the verge of orgasming when you’re around, and you don’t even have to touch me to make me hard.”

“Turn sideways and put your hands on the wall,” she ordered.

Arrow wasn’t a man to follow orders when it came to sex, but for her, he’d do whatever she wanted or needed. He was putty in her hands. He turned so the water hit his side, and he groaned when Morgan squatted next to him, a hand on his hip to steady herself.

He looked down and saw her breasts dripping with water. Her hair hung damp around her shoulders. Her gaze was locked on his dick. She licked her lips, and his cock jerked in response.

Groaning, Arrow tore his gaze from her, threw his head back, and stared at the ceiling.

He felt her hand move, going from his hip to his stomach as she traced the muscles there before sliding down and wrapping around his cock again.

“Oh shit,” he breathed, locking his knees.

She began to stroke him up and down while her other hand came to rest on his thigh to keep her balance.

“This isn’t going to take long,” Arrow warned as he dropped his head to stare down at her. As much as he wanted to make this last, he knew there was no way he’d be able to keep his normal iron control over his libido.

He’d dreamed of this moment for weeks, not expecting anything like this so soon. She was a miracle. His miracle. She was braver than anyone he’d ever met.

“Let me know if I’m not doing this right,” she murmured, biting her lip in concentration as she stroked him.

“You’re touching me, so you’re doing it right,” Arrow managed to say. He watched as the head of his cock peeked out from her tight fist on every downstroke, then disappeared on the upstroke of her hand. He wanted to touch her, to hold her hair in his fist as she pleasured him, but he forced himself to keep both hands on the wall. “Faster, baby,” he said desperately.

She immediately sped up her strokes, and moved her other hand to cup his balls. That was all it took.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” he breathed. Seconds later, he was spurting come all over the wall and her hand. Groaning, he thrust his hips forward as she slowed, caressing him instead of jerking him off.

When he dared open his eyes once more, she was looking up at him and smiling in wonder, as if she’d just passed the hardest test she’d ever taken . . . and he supposed in some ways, it truly felt that way for her.

“Can I hold you?” he asked, wanting nothing more than to haul her into his arms and squeeze her tight, but he wasn’t sure where her head was at and refused to do anything that would hurt her psyche.

“Please,” she said softly.

Immediately he leaned down, helped her stand, and brought her into his embrace so fast, their bodies made a smacking noise as their skin slapped together.

If Arrow thought Morgan felt good against him when they were fully clothed, it was nothing compared to holding her skin to skin. Her nipples were hard against his chest, and while she still needed to gain some weight, the feel of her softness against his hardness was enough to make his dick twitch already.