Page 51 of Chasing the Dream

Suddenly she pulled back, her chest heaving and her brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, finding it hard to breathe.

“We can’t do this here.”

“Why not?”

She motioned toward the adjoining room, where his sister was sleeping.

He tucked a wayward strand of curly blonde hair behind her ear, loving the texture of it between his fingers.

“Maria sleeps like the dead,” he said and leaned in for another kiss.

Morgan placed an index finger over his lips. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

She slipped out of his bed, and he admired her backside as she tiptoed into the bathroom. He heard the click of a lock, and then she was back, gliding toward him with a big smile on her face.

He held up the sheet, and she slipped underneath like she was always meant to be there.

“I locked the door to Maria’s room. That way, if she wakes up, she’ll think I’m in the bathroom.”

“Sneaky. I like it!”

Then he pulled her over on top of him and covered her lips with his. There was nothing between them but his thin boxers and her skimpy pajamas, and he relished the feel of her soft, warm body melting into his.

His hands began to roam, and she moaned when he slipped them under the back of her tank top.

“This feels so good,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Better than I ever imagined.”

“Take off my clothes, Gabe.”

He stopped short, wanting to make sure he’d heard right. Of course, this being his fantasy, she’d said exactly what he wanted to hear.

She sat up on his hips and repeated her request. “Undress me.”

He didn’t need to be asked again. He leaned up, hooked his fingers under the hem of her tank top, and pulled it up. Thank God he’d been blessed with excellent vision, because, even in the dark, he saw her bare breasts in all their glory as he slipped the shirt over her head.

Morgan Delaney was sitting on his lap, topless. Never in a million years had he thought that would happen. How had he gotten so lucky?

“Are you okay?” she said with a light laugh.

“I feel like I’m about to combust. But if I die, at least I’ll die happy.”

She laughed louder that time, and then she clamped a hand over her mouth. They were still in danger of being caught, and neither of them wanted that to happen.

He gently removed her hand and spread her arms out so he could gaze at her again. Then he cupped her breasts in his hungry palms, his thumbs rasping over her nipples.

She’d been sitting on his lap, her warm heat against his erection, and now she began to rotate her hips in a slow, rolling motion.

He bent his head to her chest and pulled a tight, pink nipple deep into his mouth, sucking hard until she moaned. Her fingers plunged into his hair, and she held him against her while he teased her beautiful breasts.

“Gabe.” She reached down between them and stroked him through his boxers.

“What do you need, Morgan?”

“You. I need you.” This line featured in a lot of his fantasies, but it still had the desired effect.