Free The Lawman (The Willow Creek Series #1) by Lily Graison

across his bed with his fingers and mouth playing her so deliciously, Abigail wondered why she hadn’t made a move at breakfast when he kissed her and pressed his erection to her backside.
    Opening her eyes, she watched him suck her breast into his mouth, his lips closing around her nipple again. “Don’t tease me all night, Morgan. It’s been too long.”
    Rising, he lifted her leg, slid between her thighs and lowered himself to lie against her. She felt the head of his cock press against her and raised her hips, staring at his face as he slid in.
    He moaned deep in his throat, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before he looked down at her and angled his hips in such a fashion that with every push, Abigail felt a small wash of pleasure trickle from her center and explode to every nerve ending.
    She’d thought earlier that morning that Morgan kissed like his world was ending. He fucked in the same manner. Mindless, hard pounding thrusts that forced a gasp from her throat before she had to grab him, hold on, and ride wave after wave of sweet torment.
    He took her breast again, his mouth closing over her nipple and sucking as he continued to push inside of her. She was half delirious and shaking by the time she felt the tingles start racing in laps down her legs and her stomach clenched. “Morgan…” The smile on his face when she whispered his name was one of pride and determination. The pace of his thrusts grew faster, the force behind them almost bruising and Abigail was thrown into a maelstrom that caused a scream to burst forth and ring in her ears as lights sparked off behind her closed eyelids.
    He slowed his pace, the angle at which he pushed inside changed and Abigail could only lay there and moan as each listless intrusion sent aftershocks chasing each other through her limbs. She forced her eyes open and the satisfied look on his face was evident. He was pleased with himself.
    “Warmed up yet?” he asked.
    Abigail raised an eyebrow. “Warmed up?”
    He grinned, leaned down and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “Mmhumm… I haven’t even begun to love you yet, Miss Thornton.”
    “Good lord…” Abigail’s eyes fluttered closed as Morgan continued the easy slide and retreat, his cock filling her completely before slipping away. His hand caressed her hip, his lips tickling a path across her throat and neck. Sweat formed on her skin as the minutes ticked away. By the time her limbs were shaking and she felt her stomach clench with impending release, Morgan was breathing heavily, his thrusts becoming harder. He mumbled something against her hair, his fingers biting into the flesh at her hip.
    Abigail wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms encircling his neck gripping tighter as she buried her face against his throat. She made an anguished sound, the noise sounding distant even to her as Morgan increased his thrusts.
    The climax rushed over her in such a manner, Abigail was too weak to do anything as Morgan gave his own harsh shout and spilled himself inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, his weight holding her firmly in place. Their breaths were labored, their skin damp with moisture. The chill in the room was a blessed relief after the burning heat she’d felt.
    He was the first to recover, groaning before rolling off of her to lie beside her. Abigail stared at the ceiling, too numb to do much more than try and breathe and blink her eyes. Long minutes passed before she turned her head to look at him.
    His eyes were closed, his chest rising rapidly. He looked asleep and she thought he was after he didn’t move for so long. When he turned his head and looked at her, he grinned. “Now that, Miss Thornton, was worth every bit of torment you’ve caused me since stepping foot in this town.”
    Abigail rolled her eyes at him. “You’re the one who tormented me, Marshal Avery. Locking me up for nothing more than walking into a saloon.”
    “And getting my pretty face messed up.”
    She