Free Infamous by Irene Preston Page A

insatiable for him — an addict craving her addiction. She moaned in denial when his mouth moved away from hers and along her jaw. His teeth found the lobe of her ear and she moaned again. She fastened her mouth over his skin, holding him firmly with her teeth so her tongue could taste his salty flesh. She pressed her face into his shoulder and inhaled, filling up her senses with Morgan.
    His hands moved down her body, lifting her hips and shoving a pillow under them. Then he was sliding into her, hard and sure, just where she wanted him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung to him. She wanted him close, his heart beating next to hers. She wanted in this one small way to feel like she belonged to him, belonged with him.
    As if he knew what she was thinking, he pulled her tighter against his body. His mouth was on hers again and they were joined in every way possible, as close as two people could ever be. She was losing herself, sinking right into his skin so that there was no more Jessica, only Morgan. He surrounded her with his scent and his taste and overwhelmed her with the pleasure of his body in hers. He was cradled close between her thighs. At the end of every slow thrust he rocked even closer, grinding himself against her until the sensation was almost pain. When she thought she couldn’t stand it any more, he held her closer still, until she gripped herself around him in a shattering orgasm.
    It was only when it was over that she realized he had not shared the experience with her.
    She shook her head groggily as he withdrew and flipped her over. His hands were gentle, but firm as he draped her over the pillow. The sweat drying on her exposed skin made her shiver until he covered her with his warm body. He pushed aside her hair and kissed the back of her neck tenderly. She could feel him, still hard and heavy against her back, nestled between her cheeks.
    He stroked her hair, nuzzled her neck, held her close. Then he began a slow journey down her spine, kissing and licking. His warm hands traveled with him, splayed around her body next to his head. By the time they reached her hips, she wasn’t cold any more.
    She pressed herself against the mound of the pillow as his hands grasped her thighs and pushed them apart. When she felt his warm breath between her legs, she pushed back against him in blatant invitation. The delicate touch of his tongue on her skin was a torment.
    She heard herself panting. Morgan’s hands went to her hips again and he pulled her up onto her knees. She cried out and almost came again at his first thrust into her. One arm locked around her waist and he bent himself over her. His breath was ragged against her ear, but he kept a tormentingly steady pace. She was ready to sob and plead when he finally increased the speed to drive her to another shattering climax.
    It wasn’t until the final spasms were receding that she felt him stiffen with his own release. Immediately after, he rolled onto his side, arms still around her, and pulled the sheets over both of them.
    “God, Jessie, I’ve missed you.” He yawned.
    A minute later the steady sound of his breathing told her he was asleep.
    She lay in the circle of his arms and stared at the glowing numbers of the alarm clock next to the bed. She was back with Morgan, they had just had amazing sex, he had told her he had missed her. Why wasn’t she happy?
    She hadn’t wanted amazing sex. She had wanted to make love. It had felt like making love in the beginning, the two of them wrapped so close together. It had felt like making love right up to the point when she realized that he hadn’t come. He had held himself back from experiencing that earthshaking reunion with her. After that, it had just been sex.
    It was Morgan proving the point that he was in control.
    What was he afraid of? He held all the cards in this relationship. It must be obvious she would do anything he wanted if she could stay in his life.
    It wasn’t fair. She