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sticking up every which way. Sultry, full lips grinned and heavy lids hooded dark eyes that glinted like stars.
Certainly not Kamden MacLeod.
Heat and power radiated off him with an aura that seemed to seep into Morrie’s flesh, touching bone and beyond, making her inhale deeply.
A once buried, long forgotten rush of lust ignited within her, filling her with fire. Every inch of nerve alerted her to this stranger’s presence, expectant…needing.
What the fuck?
“You’re not Kamden,” she accused, breathless and aware of the way her body had responded to him from the hardening of her nipples, prominent through the thin cotton material of her top and the position in which she lay, to the gathering of heat between her legs.
The surprise of it shocked her as much as the reaction itself and she struggled to keep from shaking.
She inhaled a jagged breath. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“I’m a man who’s suddenly very jealous of his younger brother.” He kept his deep rumble of a voice controlled, despite her hand still clenching his erection that seemed to be growing even bigger. “Kade MacLeod, and this is my room.”
“ Your room?” she rasped with mild surprise, entranced by his midnight eyes and unaware that her thumb had begun stroking the silky flesh of his shaft, the feel alone enough to almost hypnotize her.
It seemed to do the same to Kade, as his eyes rolled up behind his lids for a moment before he licked his bottom lip.
“Aye,” he answered as though it pained him and swallowed, the column of his throat moving within a strong neck, “and ye are?” His breathing had grown shallow.
“My name’s Morrie,” she answered him absently, more focused on how big he was, the way his body seemed to overwhelm hers, and how much she wanted to straddle him as her thumb slid down to the head of his cock, lightly grazing her nail along its ridge.
“Morrie,” he repeated, rolling the R’s and making her want him to roll his tongue on her. She slid her hand back down his shaft, letting it trail along the inside of her forearm. “ Christ ,” he hissed.
Enjoying how good his cock felt in her hand, she focused on his lips, glistening and parted. Yearning to have them on her and to put hers on him, she licked her lips.
Under heavy hooded eyes, he rasped, “Ye’re killin’ me, lass. Either le’ it go or guide it home.”
Yes, home…inside her.
Her knees twitched eager to spread for him; she felt drawn to open and allow him entrance. Gods, she’d never wanted something so bad. But the last time she’d been with a male…
He’d used me.
Brought back with a start, Morrie snatched her hand away, earning a low grumble from the elder MacLeod.
“I was hopin’ for the latter,” he muttered.
Sliding up to lean against the headboard, she turned on the lamp beside the bed and glared at him.
But against her will, her hard gaze softened as she took in Kade’s beauty; soft golden skin with a hint of blush on his high cheeks, his chin strong.
The man could have been immortalized in art or stone, an artist’s perfect muse with thick, dark eyelashes and full lips. And yet totally masculine.
Drinking him in with her gaze, he made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl. Her breasts grew heavy with need, her nipples pushing hard to free themselves of their cotton confines.
In the low light, she could see his hair was a deep mahogany, his eyes just as dark brown.
Just like her dream.
But as her eyes roamed, she took in the hard muscles of his long body, biceps bigger than her torso, abs ripped and leading to the planes by his pelvis, those muscles she had always had a weakness for. Resting below that was the magnificent erection she’d just had in her hand, pulsing and growing. Growing impossibly larger. She almost gasped.
“Have me memorized now?” he asked, having watched her study him, propping up on his elbow. “Take off
Certainly not Kamden MacLeod.
Heat and power radiated off him with an aura that seemed to seep into Morrie’s flesh, touching bone and beyond, making her inhale deeply.
A once buried, long forgotten rush of lust ignited within her, filling her with fire. Every inch of nerve alerted her to this stranger’s presence, expectant…needing.
What the fuck?
“You’re not Kamden,” she accused, breathless and aware of the way her body had responded to him from the hardening of her nipples, prominent through the thin cotton material of her top and the position in which she lay, to the gathering of heat between her legs.
The surprise of it shocked her as much as the reaction itself and she struggled to keep from shaking.
She inhaled a jagged breath. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“I’m a man who’s suddenly very jealous of his younger brother.” He kept his deep rumble of a voice controlled, despite her hand still clenching his erection that seemed to be growing even bigger. “Kade MacLeod, and this is my room.”
“ Your room?” she rasped with mild surprise, entranced by his midnight eyes and unaware that her thumb had begun stroking the silky flesh of his shaft, the feel alone enough to almost hypnotize her.
It seemed to do the same to Kade, as his eyes rolled up behind his lids for a moment before he licked his bottom lip.
“Aye,” he answered as though it pained him and swallowed, the column of his throat moving within a strong neck, “and ye are?” His breathing had grown shallow.
“My name’s Morrie,” she answered him absently, more focused on how big he was, the way his body seemed to overwhelm hers, and how much she wanted to straddle him as her thumb slid down to the head of his cock, lightly grazing her nail along its ridge.
“Morrie,” he repeated, rolling the R’s and making her want him to roll his tongue on her. She slid her hand back down his shaft, letting it trail along the inside of her forearm. “ Christ ,” he hissed.
Enjoying how good his cock felt in her hand, she focused on his lips, glistening and parted. Yearning to have them on her and to put hers on him, she licked her lips.
Under heavy hooded eyes, he rasped, “Ye’re killin’ me, lass. Either le’ it go or guide it home.”
Yes, home…inside her.
Her knees twitched eager to spread for him; she felt drawn to open and allow him entrance. Gods, she’d never wanted something so bad. But the last time she’d been with a male…
He’d used me.
Brought back with a start, Morrie snatched her hand away, earning a low grumble from the elder MacLeod.
“I was hopin’ for the latter,” he muttered.
Sliding up to lean against the headboard, she turned on the lamp beside the bed and glared at him.
But against her will, her hard gaze softened as she took in Kade’s beauty; soft golden skin with a hint of blush on his high cheeks, his chin strong.
The man could have been immortalized in art or stone, an artist’s perfect muse with thick, dark eyelashes and full lips. And yet totally masculine.
Drinking him in with her gaze, he made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl. Her breasts grew heavy with need, her nipples pushing hard to free themselves of their cotton confines.
In the low light, she could see his hair was a deep mahogany, his eyes just as dark brown.
Just like her dream.
But as her eyes roamed, she took in the hard muscles of his long body, biceps bigger than her torso, abs ripped and leading to the planes by his pelvis, those muscles she had always had a weakness for. Resting below that was the magnificent erection she’d just had in her hand, pulsing and growing. Growing impossibly larger. She almost gasped.
“Have me memorized now?” he asked, having watched her study him, propping up on his elbow. “Take off
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