Billy's Baby - Annie J. Rose Page 0,62

high alert, all my instincts screaming at me to be ready to spring into action and help evacuate people, but the languor of having Morgan in my bed dragged me under into deep sleep, the warmth of her body soothing me, pulling me in closer and letting me dream.

Chapter 25

Morgan

I jolted awake, the loud banging setting my heart hammering like I was in danger. I heard rain lashing at the walls and roof. Disoriented, I looked around in the almost-total darkness, tried to figure out where I was. I tried to get my bearings, and I realized I was in Billy’s bed alone. The banging sound resumed, and I went to investigate.

Billy was on the small porch, wind whipping at him and rain pounding as he tried to secure a board over the front window. It must have come loose. As soon as I opened the door, cold rain and wind swirled around me, soaking my face and hair, my bare arms and legs. He shouted something I couldn’t hear for the wind and waved to me to go back inside. I did, drying off with a towel and sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. When he came in, windblown and soaked to the skin, I decided that a completely drenched white t-shirt was possibly the sexiest thing a man could wear.

“O’Shea’s Pub should do a wet t-shirt night,” I said slyly. It was all I could do not to jump him right then and there, but I knew he was freezing cold. So I let him go get in the shower.

After giving him a couple of minutes for the water to warm him up, I crept into the small bathroom to join him. I peeled off my own nightgown and stepped into the shower with him. The hot water stung my skin as I took in the sight of his naked, muscular back and butt and legs, gleaming as the water coursed over him. Steam still rose off his cool skin as I put my mouth to his bare shoulder. My hands slid around over his abs and down, gripping and stroking him. I rested my cheek on his back, let the water run down my hair. My hands were all over him. He turned around and captured me, covered my mouth with his own. The kiss was steamier than the hot water in that shower. He backed me up to the shower wall. He dropped to his knees and sucked first one nipple then the other. I felt everything in my body tightened in response. He kissed his way down my stomach and between my legs, parting my wet curls and sucking the tender bead that made me shake and beg him for more. Then his fingers were plundering me, stroking deep, curling and thrusting. I tried to resist, tried to wait until he’d penetrate me before I’d come, but that wicked, clever mouth of his was too much for me. I started to scream and couldn’t stop, my hands fisting in his wet hair as I rode his face. When he finally stopped, I ran my hands up and down his chest and kissed him, then turned around and braced my hands on the wall. I looked over my shoulder at him, knowing he knew exactly what I was thinking.

In no time, he’d gripped my hip and pulled me back, bent me over to open me wide for him. I stepped my feet further apart in anticipation. He dragged his thumb along my drenched slit, and I sighed in relaxation and the happiness of knowing we were going to join, knowing that he would take me soon. I let my eyes drift shut, my body go loose. So when he slammed into me with one powerful thrust, that long, thick cock buried in my soft, sleek passage balls-deep, I cried out in shock. Then I worked back on him, twisting my hips, grinding, rubbing myself between my legs to show him how much I loved it. That sudden, stunning penetration had nearly rocked me off my feet. With every thrust I was slapping the shower wall, pounding it, grinding my hips back against him. Twice, he thrust so hard it lifted me off my feet. He grabbed my hips and dragged me back up and down his length. It was so fucking good.

Just when I was about to come, he backed off. He slowed down. He gave me shallow, soft little thrusts. I