“I mean I really like it. So one year my dad arranged for me to drive with one of the drivers in his car around the track. They do it all the time for fans, to give you a taste of what it’s like.” He rubbed his thumb back and forth over the pulse point on her wrist that was still beating too fast. But she was listening to him, staring into his eyes.
They were standing only centimeters apart and he wanted her to get used to that, to being close to him, and he wanted it to be easy. Yes, they’d already been together, but it had been intense too. It had been fast and spontaneous. She hadn’t had time to think, hadn’t had time to get nervous. Hell, they hadn’t even taken their clothes off. Yes, their chemistry was surprisingly hot, but a woman like Morgan didn’t just lose her mind every time she got stirred up. Now she’d had more time to think everything through. This time it was going to be slow and deliberate. This time he was serious about seeing and tasting everything.
He was overwhelming her, and as much as his ego enjoyed the knowledge, he didn’t want her to freak out.
“I remember being so excited about the ride,” he went on about his trip to Daytona International Speedway. “I was all riled up, ready to go, couldn’t wait. The first trip around was awesome. I was sure it would only get better, so I thought I was ready for him to punch the accelerator. The adrenaline rush was intense.” Her heart was still thumping against his finger. “You know what I did?”
She slowly shook her head.
“I closed my eyes. And missed the whole thing.”
Dooley watched Morgan process what he’d said.
“You want me to calm down,” she finally said.
“Yeah.” He smiled. “I don’t want you to miss anything.”
She looked embarrassed and irritated at the same time. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I promise you I’m fine. Let’s just…do this.”
“This?”
“Sex. Let’s have sex. Lots of it.”
“Okay. Come here.”
She did, her breathing increasing even with the few steps it took. He smiled and shook his head, then lifted a hand and pressed his first two fingers against the pulse point in her neck.
“Your heart is racing.”
“I know,” she put her hand over her heart. “This is crazy. I never react like this. I’m cool under pressure. I’m never like this with men. I just… There’s something about you… I mean, I’ve never had sex in an elevator before either. Every time I get close to you I just—”
He put his hand over her mouth again, stopping the babbling. “I have an idea. We need to take the edge off,” he said firmly before dropping his hand. “And I need to wear you down some. If you’re this energetic in bed you might kill me.”
Morgan put a hand against her forehead. What the hell was going on?
As she’d told Maddie, Doug had the strongest effect on her she’d ever felt…ever. She’d looked at him and wanted him. Looking at him now, she wanted him.
At the fundraiser it hadn’t been a risk. She didn’t know him. They hadn’t spent any real time talking, at least not about anything important. They’d flirted. They’d talked dirty. But they hadn’t
talked
and they’d known there was no future. Now though, just standing in a bedroom with him she was chattering uncontrollably. She knew she sounded stupid, but she seemed to have no control over her mouth. Or her heart rate, breathing pattern or thoughts. She could only imagine what she might say if they were naked, or making love, or lying in each other’s arms, the sheets tangled…
Morgan forced herself to breathe.
“Okay, what’s your idea?” she asked.
“Take this,” he said, handing her cell phone over, “and go in the bathroom.”
“What?” She frowned looking from the phone to him.
“Do it. I’m going to be right here.” He sat back on the bed and she noticed he had his phone in hand.
“Go,” he told her with a sexy half grin.
Well, what the hell? The moment the bathroom door shut behind her, her phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Lock the door. Then take your clothes off.”
“Doug, what are you doing?”
“Taking the edge off in a way you can just enjoy and not get so worked up over.”
“You’re staying in the bedroom while I’m in here? With the door locked?”
“Right.”
She had to admit, her heart wasn’t racing quite as fast. She turned the lock. “Now what?”
“Are you naked?”
Her heart thumped. “No.”
“Get that way. Tell me what you’re taking off as you do it.”
Phone sex. That was his idea. She should just march back into the bedroom, strip her clothes off and climb up on the bed beside him.
But she’d never done this before and she was intrigued. And turned on. Okay, this was…safer. No, that wasn’t the right word. This was…less intense. She didn’t feel overwhelmed, just excited.
“Okay, I’m putting you on speaker.” She set her phone on the counter top, turned the volume up and then stripped her shirt off. “I’m taking my shirt off.”
“Me too.”
Her eyes flew to the phone. He was stripping too? Images popped up one right after the other. Doug sprawled on the bed without a shirt, his bare chest and stomach…
“Morgan, you there?”
She cleared her throat. “Um, yeah.”
“You still have your bra on?”
“Yes.”
“What’s it look like?”
She looked at her image in the mirror. “You saw it on the plane,” she reminded him.
“I was distracted. Tell me what it looks like.”
“It’s, um, dark green, like my shirt.”
“Lace?”
“The edges of the cups are lace.”
“Can you see your nipples through it?”
Said nipples stiffened at his words. “No, they don’t show.”
“But you can tell they’re hard right?”
She nodded, then realized she’d have to answer. “Yes.” She sounded as breathless as she felt.
“Take it off now.”
She licked her lips and reached behind her, undoing the tiny hooks and tossing the bra to the side.
“You’ve got perfect breasts and nipples,” Doug said, his voice gruff. “They taste as good as they look.”
She wasn’t sure what to say to that. But he didn’t wait for an answer.
“Lick your fingers and then play with your nipples.”
She put her first finger in her mouth and then swirled it around the tip of her right breast. Ripples of sensation coursed from the simple touch straight to her clit. She loved having her nipples played with and had stimulated herself this same way before, but having Doug talking her through it and knowing he was out there imagining it made it so much sweeter.
“Are you doing it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you looking at yourself?”
She lifted both hands to her breasts and toyed with the nipples, rolling and plucking them, breathing harder as she did it. “Yes.”
“I’m picturing you now,” he said.
“What are you doing?” She pictured him as well. Was he naked?
“I’m lying on the bed.”
“Do you have your jeans on?”
“Yes.” He paused a moment. “Do you want me to take them off?”
“Yes,” she said huskily. “I want to know you’re naked right outside this door.”
“Whatever you want.”
He must have set the phone down right beside him on the bed because she could have sworn she heard the zipper on his jeans and then placed the sound of denim brushing over the silk comforter. A moment later he said, “Okay.”
“You’re completely naked?” she asked.
“Yeah. Now you.”
She wanted to peek out the door so badly. Instead, she shimmied her jeans off and then slid her silk panties off, tossing them on top of her bra. “Okay,” she said.
“Gorgeous, right?” he asked.
She smiled. “I’d rather see you.”
“If you need a mental picture right now, I’m lying on my back, buck naked, stroking my cock and thinking of how your mouth would feel on me.”
She swallowed hard. Holy cow. Vivid images and major heat assaulted her all at once. “I’m liking that picture.”
“I’m picturing you too,” he said. “Are you still trimmed like you were at the fundraiser?”
She shouldn’t have to look to answer his question of course, but she still looked at herself in the mirror. She got regular bikini waxes and kept things nearly bare there. “Yes.” She could hear his quick breath. “But you never saw that.”
“I felt it, girl,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”
Surprise hit her. Had he not been with anyone else since then? It had been a month since that night, which had specifically been a one-night stand. “You have?”
“Oh, yeah. Will you touch yourself for me?”
Somebody was going to have to touch her. She was burning up. “Yes.”
“Good, slide your hand down between your legs. Are you wet?”
“Very.” She slid her finger over her clit and imagined it was Doug’s hand.
“Spread your legs and then spread yourself open with one hand. Can you see your clit?”
She did what he said, her breathing coming fast and choppy. “Yes,” she almost whispered.
“I remember how that felt too,” he told her huskily. “Sweet and tight and very sensitive.”
“Yes,” she breathed, circling over it as he talked. His voice was almost as addictive as his touch. Almost.
“Now slide lower. Slip your fingers inside.”
Her inner muscles clenched as she slid two fingers inside. She knew just the angle that worked best and she immediately felt ripples of pleasure.
“Stroke yourself for me. Go deep. Make yourself feel good.”
“I’d rather have your fingers,” she gasped.
“You can have whatever you want. As soon as you come.”
His words and voice combined powerfully. She loved the explicitness, the intimacy of it.
“Are you as hot and tight and wet as I’m imagining?” he asked.
“Yes. Are you still touching yourself too?”
He chuckled. “Definitely. But I’m trying to hold back until you come.”
“Are you going to come?” she asked, moving her fingers back to her clit.
“Oh, yeah. But I want to know if you want me to picture coming in your mouth or on your breasts.”
She sucked in a breath. No one had ever said that to her before. No one had ever
done
that to her before. If she had given a blow job, it was never to the point of orgasm, just part of the general foreplay. The idea of doing that to him was intoxicating. “I can’t decide. Either. Both.”
He chuckled again, but it sounded almost pained. “You’re amazing.”
“This was your idea.”
“I’m amazing too.” There was a moment of silence, then he said, “Tell me you’re close, Morgan.”
“I’m close,” she said, wishing she had her vibrator with her. Of course it hadn’t even occurred to her when packing for this trip knowing Doug would be there.
“Are you standing up?”
“Yes.”
“Sit up on the counter. Spread your legs wide.”
Um…wow. She did it though. He had yet to give her a
bad
suggestion. The cool marble of the counter top seemed to heighten the sensitivity of all her nerves and as her knees parted and her fingers circled, then stroked, then circled, then stroked she felt the orgasm building.
“I bet you look so hot,” Doug muttered. “I’ll bet the counter is just the right height for me to step between your legs and sink deep with one thrust.”
That was all it took. She gasped as the orgasm rolled over her. “Oh,
yes
.” She wanted him to know, she wanted him to hear it. She wanted him there with her.
“Fuck, Morgan,” she heard and she pictured his big hand on his cock, stroking fast and then the orgasm erupting from him.
Several beats passed as she sat on the bathroom counter breathing hard. She heard nothing from the other end of the phone.
Finally she said, “You still there?”
“Just wondering if you’d come out here and let me lick you now.”
She had to clear her throat again before answering. “Um, yeah, I think I would. If I get to lick you too.”
He groaned and she grinned as she slid to the floor and started for the door. Then she paused. They’d just been very intimate. They’d already had sex once. But he hadn’t seen her completely, totally naked. Apparently he’d
pictured
it, but he hadn’t seen it. Could she just parade out there without a stitch on? She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her quickly.
He, on the other hand, clearly had no such reservations. He was lying back on the bed, completely naked. Gloriously naked. Breathtakingly naked.
Her mouth went dry and she stopped in the doorway.
He grinned. “You can’t possibly be as surprised as you look. Did you think I was sitting out here watching TV and faking all of that?”
“No. I just… Wow.” He was bigger than she’d imagined. Which was ridiculous since she’d felt as much of him as he had of her. But seeing it was different.
He looked damned good on the bed. His chest was nearly smooth with only a light dusting of golden hair gracing his pecs. He was muscular and tight…and she wanted to touch every inch.
As she stayed frozen in the doorway, trying to decide what she wanted to do to him first, he pushed himself up off the bed and came toward her.
“You gotta quit lookin’ at me like that, Sugar,” he said gruffly, stopping in front of her.
“Like what?” Like she couldn’t remember why she’d had a single concern about getting close to him, in every way.
“Like you just forgot what you had asked me.” He gave her a cocky grin, then reached for her. He got a finger into the top of the towel and tugged it loose. As the towel hit the carpet…the phone started ringing.
Chapter Three
Morgan was here for work. This wasn’t vacation, it wasn’t a date. She was here working and he was her…distraction. He knew she had to answer it. Still, he could hope she was so caught up in the moment that she’d let the caller leave a message. She sighed. “I have to answer it.”
“Fuck.” Dooley sighed too. “I know.”
She grabbed the phone on the bedside table and, distracted by the call, she seemed to forget she was naked. He sat back on the bed and watched her.
She was gorgeous. He didn’t mind that she had her attention on other things at the moment. It was the perfect opportunity to study her. And make some lists.