No. No. No. No. I had meant to say wrong. It was so wrong, yet it felt so right. If any other woman had asked me to have sex with no condom, I would have laughed at them, then probably told them to leave. But with Morgan, everything was different.
Everything.
I slowly worked myself into her until I was all the way in. We both stilled, our eyes locking on to each other. Neither one of us wanted to move. It was as if we spoke to each other through our eyes.
What are we doing? There is no turning back. Can we really stop at just tonight?
This was what she wanted. One night, no-strings-attached sex. Even if it killed me, it was what I would give her, then I would walk away. We would go back to being friends.
Bullshit. Such bullshit.
Leaning down, I brushed my lips across hers. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and I deepened the kiss as I slowly made love to her. Our tongues danced together, and our bodies moved like we had been made for one another. Never in my life had I made love or felt a connection to a woman like this. I doubted I ever would again. Maybe it was because it was Morgan. Maybe it was because deep down I knew I had been in love with this woman since the moment I saw her.
Squeezing my eyes shut tighter, I pushed the thought away and moved faster. Slipping my fingers between hers, I pushed her hands above her head. Morgan moved in perfect rhythm with me. I felt her body building with her orgasm, and she squeezed around my cock.
“Morgan, come with me. Now.”
And like that, she cried out my name as we both came together. My entire body shook as my orgasm raced through me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was free falling and it was the best fucking high of my life. Feeling myself letting go inside her made my body warm, while the weirdest feeling hit me square in the chest.
I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her like I had never kissed another woman before, all the while ignoring how my heart ached to whisper something my mind was telling me to hold back.
It was only for one night.
Rolling over, my hand landed on the cold sheets. I opened my eyes to see I was alone in the bed. I dropped onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. The memory of last night came rushing back like a gust of wind.
Morgan.
We had made love twice, then around five in the morning I had found her in the shower and I did what I had wanted to do since she made that proposition in the café. I fucked her. Fast and hard. Hearing her beg me to go faster, harder, nearly drove me mad. I came so hard my damn legs nearly buckled out from under me.
It was the next morning, and I waited for the guilt to set in. It didn’t. How much of a bastard did that make me? I had sex, with no condom, three times with Morgan.
Morgan.
Sitting up, I rubbed the back of my neck and let out a deep breath. She was probably in my kitchen, making breakfast. At least I hoped like hell that was what she was doing.
My phone beeped on the side table. Morgan’s name popped up.
With as a frown, I picked up my phone and opened her text message.
Morgan: Thank you for the incredible night. I’ve never felt so amazing, and I will cherish it forever.
And that was it. Nothing else. My heart dropped straight to the bottom of my stomach. Morgan was staying true to her promise. One night, no-strings-attached sex. But it had been more than that. I knew she felt it too.
Staring at the phone, I contemplated my reply. What in the hell did you say to someone after a night like that? It felt as if a part of me left with her, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with the aftermath. Everything we’d said to each other. The way she’d looked into my eyes when she came. None of that could be taken back, and I didn’t want to take any moment of it back.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
How in the hell did this happen?
“This can’t be right,” I whispered with a gruff laugh. “She can’t possibly think it was nothing but sex.”
Or did she?
I typed out my reply, trying like hell not to overthink anything.
Me: It was a great night. An amazing night, Morgan. I wish you would have let me take you home or at least said goodbye before you left.
She texted back instantly.