Defending Morgan (Mountain Mercenaries #3)(85)

She was researching what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, but for now, they were content to be alive and well.

“Arrow?” she asked as her fingers trailed up and down his arm, which was banded around her chest. She lay with her back to his front. She had on a tank top, as that was still her favorite thing to sleep in, and a pair of sleep shorts. He wore a pair of cotton lounging pants. He’d started sleeping in just his boxers and loved feeling her legs intertwined with his as she snuggled into him night after night.

“Yeah?” he responded.

She looked up at him. “Will you make love to me?”

He nearly choked.

He’d sat in on a session with her therapist, and they’d talked about the process of sexual healing. Arrow hadn’t wanted to do anything that would give Morgan flashbacks or hurt her psyche further, and the therapist had told him to let Morgan take the lead, which he was already doing.

It looked like Morgan was definitely taking the lead at the moment.

Arrow looked into the eyes of the woman he loved and said, “We can do anything you want to do. But you know what your therapist said—if it gets to be too much, all you have to do is say the word, and we’ll stop, or slow down, or switch things up. Okay?”

She nodded immediately. “I trust you.”

And Arrow’s stomach clenched. He’d never get tired of hearing those words from her. He almost liked them more than when she said she loved him. Almost.

“I bought condoms the other day. They’re upstairs in the table next to the bed.”

“I’m on birth control. And I’m clean,” she responded.

Arrow wanted to take her bare more than he wanted his next breath. “I’ve never been with a woman without wearing a condom,” he told her.

“I’d like to be your first,” Morgan said without looking away from his gaze.

His heart sped up at the same time his cock swelled at her words. Without responding verbally, Arrow helped her stand and held her hand all the way to their bedroom. He shut the door and gestured to the bathroom. “Go on. I’ll be here waiting.”

Morgan nodded, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him briefly on the lips before padding into the en suite bathroom.

Arrow took off his pants, but kept his boxers on and climbed under the covers. He fidgeted as he waited for Morgan, more nervous now than when he’d lost his virginity.

She entered the room thirty seconds later, and Arrow studied her face carefully as she made her way to the bed. He had thought she might be nervous, like he was, but all he saw was desire and anticipation on her face.

She smiled, and instead of getting under the covers next to him, she came around to his side and climbed onto the bed. Pulling the covers down, she straddled his stomach and braced herself on his chest. “This okay?”

“Hell yeah,” he said with a smile. “I take it you’re in charge?”

“You said I could be,” she reminded him.

“And I meant it.”

“Good,” Morgan purred, then she sat up and in one quick movement pulled her tank top up and over her head.

“Shit,” Arrow said, his dick immediately going hard at the sight in front of him. Morgan had regained much of the weight she’d lost while in captivity, and she was absolutely stunning. She had small, perky boobs that matched her slight frame perfectly.

Without thought, his hands moved to touch her—and he almost missed her slight flinch. Immediately, he put his hands over his head and gripped the sheet there.

“I’m sorry,” she said, some of the desire dimming from her eyes.

“No. Don’t be. Tell me what you want me to do so I don’t accidentally trigger anything.”

“Can you . . . leave your hands there,” she said, changing her question to an order.

Arrow nodded. It was pure torture not to touch her, not to bring her down to him so he could suck on her small, hard nipples, but he did it.

Morgan shifted backward until she was straddling his thighs, and she moved with purpose as she grabbed his boxers and carefully but steadily pulled them down over his hips. She moved away just enough for him to kick them off, then settled back where she’d been.

Arrow felt vulnerable and just a little self-conscious as she stared at his rock-hard dick, but he’d also never been more turned on in his life. He hadn’t been with that many women, but he’d always been the one to take control, to guide how things progressed. But there was something very exciting about letting Morgan dictate what happened in their bed.

She tentatively reached out and gripped his dick, and Arrow couldn’t stop the deep inhalation at her touch. Her hand was smooth and warm, and felt like heaven wrapped around his shaft.

She began to slowly stroke him up and down, and Arrow moaned. “God, that feels good,” he praised as she continued her movements. He loved the small smile that crossed her face and the way she seemed to gain confidence with every stroke.

Arrow’s back arched a little, and he pushed his hips up into her as he begged, “Harder. Squeeze me a bit harder, beautiful.”

Morgan’s hand immediately tightened, and Arrow swore his eyes rolled back in his head. He felt a spurt of precome leak from the head of his dick, and as Morgan used that to lubricate him, the hand job she was giving him felt even better, if that was possible.

“I want to please you too,” he said. “Tell me what to do. Can I touch you?”