Free Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 by Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff

expected, but her body nearly applauded
as he pushed harder and filled her completely with his first thrust.
    He
wanted to hold back, to bring her as much pleasure as he felt as her
tight warm walls squeezed and caressed him, but he was far too gone
in his own need to slow down. His thrusting continued as he lowered
one hand to wrap around her lower back, and the other was used to
cradle the back of her head. He held her tightly against him as the
overwhelming passion coursed through his body, igniting every part of
his being.
    Morgan
wanted more, more of his scent, his touch, and his deep voice that
could be heard from the low moans that came from his warm chest. She
pulled him with her legs after each thrust, and he gave her exactly
what she was begging for. He moved faster, and deeper, until her
body clenched around his with a force that took him over the edge and
into the same realm of release as she had found.
    They
held one another tightly as the waves finally receded, and his lips
came down on hers once again before they both took a few moments to
catch their breath.
    “Your
arms are shaking.” She ran her hands along the bulky part of
his shoulders, and squeezed gently. He laughed and rolled to her
side, pulling the blanket over both of them.
    “I've
never filled the wood pile so quickly in my life, in a blizzard, in
the dark, with a hard on that I think was trying to kill me.”
They both laughed and she cuddled against his chest, loving his arm
that pulled his closer and rested around her waist.
    “Well,
then let's not leave you in that condition again.” He agreed,
and they talked for over an hour about nothing at all, and
everything, until neither of them could stay awake.

    *****

    Tyler's
shower turned out to be almost as good as his tub. It was custom
built for him, which is the reason she had to turn all of the water
jets down to reach her, but it had a bench seat, built in shampoo
dispenser, and a surround sound radio that nearly killed her from
dancing as she washed herself. Her three minute showers in the past
were a far cry from the twenty minutes of bliss that she enjoyed that
day. As she stepped out and wrapped a thick terry robe around her,
she announced her plan loudly through the door. “I'm going to
marry you so that I can have this shower!” It took only
seconds to hear him laugh from the kitchen.
    She
towel dried and brushed her hair quickly before skip-walking to the
kitchen to meet her client. “Damn, wet hair, no make up, and
in a plain white robe...and you're still freaking gorgeous!”
He handed her a cup of coffee and she nodded in appreciation as she
took it, then joined him at the small wooden table.
    Morgan
made note of the fact that the snow was still coming down, and asked
if they were going to venture out or not. “I just need to know
what I'm wearing, or, not wearing.” She teased him with her
bare foot that playfully ran along his jean clad thigh.
    “I
already cleaned off the truck, so we'll just drive to the main house.
I'm not going to let us get stuck walking through another blizzard
again.” He shook his head at the recent memory of trekking
through a foot of snow in the dark, then having to do it again to
take care of his parent's wood pile.
    “So,
warm clothes it is!” It was warm in his parents' home, thanks
to Tyler, but she always went by the rule of thumb that it was always
easier to remove a few layers than sit and freeze. Morgan finished
her coffee, then jumped up to get ready for her day. “I'll be
done in fifteen minutes!” she yelled as she shut the door. If
she had waited another two seconds, she would have heard the loud
groan from the other room.
    “I
have sisters, Morgan! Fifteen minutes doesn't exist in woman
world!”Morgan heard him, and hoped that his playful outburst
made him feel better.
    “Fine,
make it ten!” Morgan talked to herself in the bathroom and set
up her own challenge. It was nothing to get ready in supersonic
speeds anymore.