“Morgan,” I whispered as he carried me inside my house.

“Yeah?” he asked, staring down at me.

“I’m not that drunk,” I whispered.

“But you are, princess,” he told me as he opened my bedroom door, carrying me inside.

“I’m not,” I argued, sliding my hand up his neck and holding his cheek, slowly stroking the fresh stubble.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his fingers digging into my hip.

“I want you.” I brushed my lips across his chin.

“We shouldn’t, Race,” he told me, freezing.

“I don’t care what we should do. Don’t you want me?” I murmured against his skin.

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “I do, but you’re going to regret it in the morning,” he said, giving me another chance to back out.

There was no way in hell I’d say no.

I wanted Morgan DeLuca.

After a week of fantasizing about nothing but him, I had my chance to make it a reality.

“I wanted you the moment I saw that big guy standing in the doorway, looking like he was ready to kick someone’s ass. I wanted to grab your muscles”—I held his forearm, squeezing it gently—“taste your skin, and feel you inside me.”

“I wanted you before I knew your name,” he said, laying me down on the bed.

I looped my arms around his neck, bringing his face closer. “Kiss me, then,” I murmured, moving my mouth toward his.

Hell yes.

His nostrils flared as his breath grew harsh. He crushed his lips to mine, breathing me in as he kissed me. His mouth was softer than I’d fantasized, with the perfect amount of tongue and lip.

I moaned into his mouth, feeling my body tingle all over. It was so cliché, but it happened.

I ran my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails against his scalp. He shuddered, moaning and driving forward into my mouth. His tongue swept inside, tasting me as I wrapped my legs around his back, holding him against my body.

He was hard. Rock hard, and I sighed as he pressed against me. I ground my pussy against his length, loving the friction as our bodies rubbed together.

“Don’t,” he murmured into my mouth.

I smiled against his lips. “Why?”

“I want you so badly. I don’t want this to be over before it starts,” he growled.

I groaned, pretending to be sad, but his words made me wet. Morgan DeLuca was kissing me. He was in my bed, on top of me, and he wanted me. I unhooked my legs from his body, instantly missing the contact.

His hand slid down my body, finding my breast. As his finger swept across my hardened nipple, I felt the air leave my body. He inhaled it, bringing it into him.

“Morgan,” I moaned with the last ounce of breath I had.

He grunted as his hand skated across my torso. Then it found the edge of my shirt and slipped underneath. Tiny sparks skidded across my skin as his hand swept over my stomach on a collision course with my breasts.

My belly flipped when his finger stroked the edge of my bra. The warmth of his palm didn’t stop the goose bumps that erupted across my skin.

When the front closure to my bra popped, my breasts sprang free.

“Mm,” he murmured as he cupped my breast, sweeping a thumb across my nipple. “So fucking soft.”

As his hand vanished, I whimpered, missing the contact. Had he changed his mind? My eyes popped open as his lips left mine. My body stiffened as my stomach flipped and he sat back, resting his body on his heels.

He stared down at me with a sly grin. “Sit up,” he whispered. “I need you naked.”

Relief flooded my body. The butterflies that had been floating around my insides transformed. I sat up and started to lift my shirt.

He placed his hands over mine, stopping me. “No,” he said, peering down at me. “I want to undress you.”

My damn system went into overdrive. Morgan DeLuca wanted to undress me. He wanted to fuck me. If I’d been sober, I might have thought about the repercussions, but the alcohol helped me relax enough to share my true feelings.

I could no longer deny that I wanted him. I couldn’t deny him any longer. I had hoped for a kiss when the night ended, but I was getting so much more.

I lifted my arms, glancing up at him as my shirt and bra were quickly removed and tossed to the floor. If I’d been sober, I might have covered myself up. Between the liquor and the burning in his eyes, I did the opposite. I soaked in the way he was looking at me as he slid my skirt down my legs.

“Morgan,” I blurted out, feeling a bit self-conscious, but not about my body.

“Yeah?” he asked as he threw my panties and skirt in the same place as my top. As he crawled off the bed and removed his shirt, I couldn’t help but stare.

His chest looked harder and bigger than it had underneath the formfitting T-shirts he wore. My eyes raked over every ripple of his six-pack and I felt my mouth water as he unzipped his jeans.

I knew I wasn’t going to be disappointed, but seeing it and feeling it were entirely different. I’d felt him between my legs, hard and big. But it had been so long since I’d had sex, and I wanted Morgan so much that I wondered if it was a mirage. When his dick sprang free, I quietly sighed and was secretly scared.

There’s such a thing as too big. Especially when I hadn’t fucked anyone in a year. I read somewhere that a pussy snaps back to virginal tightness after being empty for so long. I wouldn’t be shocked if mine was sealed closed with cobwebs inside.

As I swallowed hard, he crawled onto the bed and settled between my legs, pressing his eight inches of hardness against me.

“I want to warn you,” I said with a raspy voice.

He shook his head, leaning forward and placing his finger over my lips. “I don’t want to know. Stop thinking so much.”

“But I…” I mumbled against his fingers, staring up at him.

“Let it go. It doesn’t matter,” he told me as he placed a hand against my belly, coaxing me flat against the mattress. “All that matters is I want to bury myself so deep inside you that everything else disappears.”

All thoughts vanished as his lips found my neck. When his teeth sank into my shoulder, I shivered. That was my spot. The special one that made my entire body burst into flames.

As his mouth carved a path of ecstasy down my torso, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of him on me. His mouth sizzled as he stroked my nipple with his tongue, and I opened my legs wider, needing more.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against the skin right above my pubic hair.

The tiny hairs swayed as his breath drifted down. Each one moved, sending a tingle down my legs. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life.

When he placed his mouth against my pussy, kissing me more fiercely than he had my mouth, I almost exploded. My body arched as the ache between my legs grew more intense.

“Morgan,” I moaned as my eyes rolled back in my head.

He mumbled against my clit and my body trembled in response. As he slipped a single, thick digit inside me, I fisted the sheets.

“Oh God.” I relished the fullness I felt and moaned again.

He stroked my insides as his mouth caressed my skin. I needed to come so badly, but just as it was about to break free, he stopped. I lifted my head and stared at him, ready to scream.

“Not yet,” he said. “Don’t tense.”

I sighed, throwing my head back against the pillow, and tried to relax. He slipped his fingers out as his mouth found me again. As he rubbed two fingers against my opening, I braced myself for impact, waiting for the familiar stretch I knew was coming from my unused body.

Inch by inch, he drove them forward, stretching me. To my surprise, I relished in the feel of the fullness. After a few more sweeps of his tongue against my clit, my body grew taut.

When his fingers curled inside me, rubbing my G-spot, I couldn’t hold it together. I exploded. The orgasm ripped through my body as my pussy clamped down against his fingers. I couldn’t breathe as the room spun. I never wanted the feeling to end.

I couldn’t yell out or moan. I lay there stiff as my body rode out the wave of ecstasy crashing over me. As my body relaxed, I basked in the pleasure, and then he slipped his fingers out. Instantly, my core felt abandoned but deliciously used by him.

As he climbed up me, I sucked in air, trying to catch the tiny breaths I’d missed during the throes of passion.

“You got a condom?” he asked, brushing his lips against mine.

Only me.

The condoms I had were older than the sour milk I had in the fridge. “No,” I replied, tasting myself on his mouth.

“I’m clean, Race. I was just tested and I haven’t been with anyone since,” he said, looking down on me with soft eyes.

I’d been on the pill to help control my cramps, so I wasn’t worried about pregnancy. At my last checkup I got a clean bill of health, and I hadn’t been with anyone besides my vibrator. I knew I was clean. “I’m clean too, and I’m on the pill,” I announced, feeling his hard length settling between my legs.

“Is this okay? Do you trust me?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against my wetness.

In my infinite wisdom to get drunk and fuck Morgan DeLuca, I hadn’t thought about protection. I’d assumed he was the type of guy who carried one around in his wallet, ready for action at a moment’s notice.

Did I trust Morgan enough to let him fuck me without protection? Staring up into his eyes, I believed every word he’d whispered. I did trust him. I trusted him with my life and my body.

“I do,” I whispered, swallowing down the lump that started to work its way down my throat.

Without another word, his cock poked my opening, and he drove the tip inside. The delicious ache returned, and I felt my body stretch to accommodate him. Every worry fell away, replaced by the need to feel him in my body.

When he shoved his dick inside me, I started to cry out as his mouth collided with mine and stole my breath once again.

His pelvis reared back and slammed into me. My back arched, driving him deeper as I stared, completely in awe.

Seeing each of his abdominal muscles ripple made my fingertips ache to touch them. I slid my hands down his back, finding the edge of the muscles and feeling them move underneath my fingers.

I stilled as he tugged on my legs, sat up slightly, and grabbed my ankles. I watched with wide eyes as he pulled them to the sides, creating a giant V.

His cock slammed, nothing stopping him from seating himself inside me fully. I closed my eyes, unable to watch as he stroked my insides.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded in a stern but soft voice. “Look at me as I fuck you.”

Without hesitation, I opened my eyes and watched him fuck me. Pleasure and lust burned in his eyes as he stared down at me and worked his cock in and out of my body. His lower body swayed as his shoulders remained still, and he gyrated his hips in the most delicious way.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to see you make yourself come as I fuck you.”

I’d never touched myself in front of someone else, but with the way he was looking at me, I didn’t hesitate. After sliding my hand down my midsection, I found my clit and began to caress around it.

The slickness from his mouth still lingered, making my fingers slide easily against my flesh. Every time he drove his cock inside, I moaned, moving my fingers closer to my clit.

Unable to resist, I circled my clit, letting the strokes grow harsher with each pass. I wanted this orgasm more than I’d needed the one he’d already given me. With the way his cock swept inside me, I couldn’t wait any longer.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.”

No one had ever dirty-talked me in bed before, and I suddenly realized its appeal.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on my strokes.

“Look at me when you come,” he growled softly.

My eyes flew open as my finger brushed against my clit more deliberately. As he snaked his hips and I stroked between my legs, a burst of pleasure zipped throughout my body.

My toes curled; my head lifted from the pillow as my fingers faltered. The orgasm ripping through my system was greater than every previous orgasm I’d had in my life combined.

I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. My body locked, lungs and all, as the crest crashed down, pulling the life out of me. Morgan moaned, following me over the cliff and shuddering.

I clenched down, pulling him deeper as the aftershocks racked his body, matching my own.

We gasped for air, growing limp as he crushed his body against mine. My legs were stiff, aching from the unfamiliar position as they flopped on the bed. My body was spent, my mind hazy as I tried to bring the oxygen into my system.

When he rolled onto his side and pulled me against him, I went willingly. I nestled against him, sated, and drifted off to sleep with nothing on my mind but him.