Chapter 28

CHAPTER28

“What?” Morgan asked, swallowing hard as she stared helplessly at Eric and-

“I hate your shoes,” he said, nodding solemnly as she narrowed her eyes on him.

“My sneakers are freaking adorable,” she bit out with a glare.

“They’re really not,” Eric said with a long-suffering sigh, clearly lying his ass off when they both knew that her sneakers were beyond adorable like the rest of her. He-

“You should probably take them off,” he added with a nod that had her eyes narrowing on the mean bastard.

With a grumble, Morgan stood up and angrily toed off her sneakers and kicked them aside. “Anything else?

Without missing a beat, he said, “Your socks,” making her frown as she glanced down at her pink socks with baby teddy bears on them.

“My socks?” Morgan asked, slowly blinking as she looked back up at Eric to find him nodding. “They have to go.”

Wondering if he’d hit his head during that fall, Morgan reached down and-

“I really fucking hate your pants.”

-was forced to clear her throat to stop herself from smiling.

Making sure to sound put out, Morgan finished pulling off her socks before she reached for her pants. She took her time unsnapping the fly, watching as Eric’s hungry gaze followed the move. When she reached for the zipper, his gaze became hooded and when she pushed her pants off…

She watched as Eric released a shaky breath.

“What else?” Morgan asked as she stepped out of her jeans.

“I really fucking hate your shirt,” Eric said hoarsely.

“You picked it out,” Morgan pointed out as she reached for the hem of the pink tank top that she really loved.

“I was clearly out of my fucking mind when I did it,” Eric murmured absently as she stood there, slowly exhaling as she struggled to ignore just how nervous she was.

The last time that he saw her naked, they’d been four years old and forced to share a bath after an unfortunate incident involving the gallon of old paint they found in his father’s shop and the tube of glitter that she got for Christmas. They’d spent the entire time their mothers were scrubbing them from head to toe fighting over a rubber ducky, and now…

Now, she was really nervous.

“I hate how beautiful you are,” Eric said softly as he reached for her.

“I hate how unbelievably kind you are,” Eric said as he pulled her closer.

“I hate how you make me feel,” he said as he reached up and took her hands in his.

“How do I make you feel?” Morgan whispered as he gave her hands a gentle tug that had her climbing into the tub.

“Whole,” Eric said as he helped her lower herself into the tub so that she was straddling his thighs as she got her first real look at him and-

Oh, God…

“What else?” Morgan asked, swallowing hard as she grabbed onto the sides of the tub with trembling hands.

“I hate just how fucking happy you make me,” Eric said as he reached up and cupped her face in his hands.

“What else?” Morgan asked hollowly as she licked her suddenly dry lips.

“I hate you,” Eric murmured softly as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

“How much?” Morgan asked as she dropped her hands away from the side of the tub.

“More than anything,” Eric whispered reverently against her lips.

“And you’re not just saying that to get me to take my shirt off, are you?” Morgan asked with a watery smile.

“Oh, I’m definitely saying that to get you to take your shirt off,” Eric said, brushing his lips against hers as she reached into the water, and after a slight hesitation, she decided to show him just how much he meant to her.

* * *

“What else?”Morgan asked as Eric watched her pull her shirt off the rest of the way and drop it on the floor while he sat there, biting back a groan as he ran his eyes over her.

She was so fucking beautiful, Eric thought as he took in the tear-dropped breasts that had him struggling not to lose his fucking mind. “Did I mention that I’ve thought about this moment a lot?” he asked, unable to stop himself from licking his lips as he took in the light brown nipples that had his cock jerking hard beneath the water.

“You’ve thought about barely surviving a kitten attack?” Morgan asked with a teasing smile as she reached for the facecloth, letting him know just how fucking nervous she was.

“I barely survived that vicious kitten attack,” Eric pointed out as he leaned back and laid his arms along the sides of the tub, terrified of doing something that would scare her off.

“They’ll write an epic poem about this one day,” Morgan assured him as she grabbed the soap and took her time lathering the facecloth.

“As they should,” Eric said, watching her as she reluctantly placed the soap down and-

Tore a soft groan from him when she started running that facecloth over him again.

“That good?” Morgan asked, throwing him a questioning look before her gaze focused back on what she was doing.

“Better than good,” he promised her.

Nodding absently, Morgan focused on what she was doing, watching as her hand moved over his chest, his shoulders, and down his arms before that cloth found its way back to his chest again and-

“You stole my cookie,” Morgan said, looking lost in thought.

“You knew better than to leave them unattended for longer than five seconds,” Eric reminded her, wondering why they were talking about something that she really should be used to by now.

“I wasn’t talking about today,” Morgan said, pausing to grab the soap again.

“Then, what are you talking about?” Eric asked, watching her as she finished lathering the facecloth again.

“The first day I met you,” Morgan said, placing the soap down and went back to running it over his chest. “You stole my cookie.”

“Yes, I did,” he murmured, watching her as she once again focused on what she was doing. “It was an oatmeal raisin cookie.”

“And you plucked it out of my hand and finished it off in one bite,” Morgan said with a fond smile that had him swallowing hard.

“Yes, I did,” Eric said softly.

“That’s when,” Morgan murmured absently as she ran the facecloth down his stomach.

“When, what?” Eric asked, groaning when the facecloth teased his cock.

“When I knew that I adored you,” Morgan said as her hand made its way down his stomach and-

“Fuck,” Eric said on a groan as his head dropped back when he felt the facecloth slide over his cock. The movement was slow and awkward, but he’d never felt anything better in his life.

Slowly exhaling, Eric tightened his grip around the tub as he sat there, staring up at the ceiling as he struggled not to embarrass himself. “Is that why you kicked me in the shin?”

“Well, you stole my chocolate milk, too,” Morgan said, sounding distracted as he felt that facecloth explore his cock.

“Yes, I did,” Eric said as he felt her hand wrap around his cock through the facecloth, and after a slight hesitation, she moved her hand over him and he-

Lost his fucking mind.

* * *

“Eric?”Morgan said, frowning as she watched him pull her hand away from him and-

“Turn around,” he whispered, already moving to help her.

Slowly exhaling, Morgan carefully climbed off his lap and turned around, only to moan when he pulled her back down so that this time, she was sitting on his lap. As soon as her back touched his chest, he was reaching for her panties, tearing them off and-

“Oh, god…” Morgan moaned as her head dropped back against his shoulder when his hand started moving between her legs.

“Spread your legs and place them over the sides, baby girl,” Eric whispered in her ear.

Swallowing hard, Morgan raised her legs out of the water and placed them over the sides as Eric rewarded her with a kiss against the side of her neck. “You’re so fucking soft,” he whispered seductively in her ear as he rubbed his hand between her legs.

Not really sure what she was supposed to do, Morgan opened her mouth, only to end up licking her lips hungrily when his fingertips traced her slit. That felt so good, she thought, closing her eyes as she lost herself in his touch.

This was definitely better than she thought it would be, Morgan thought as she felt Eric’s other hand cover her breast while the fingertips that were teasing her slid between her lips and found her clit. The hand covering her breast gently squeezed and kneaded while he gently teased her clit, rubbing it in light, teasing circles that had her moaning his name.

“Did you ever think about this?” Eric asked, his lips teasing her neck as he shifted beneath her, bringing her up higher on his lap and-

“Yes,” Morgan admitted as she felt his cock brush against her thigh.

Opening her eyes, she looked down to see one hand caressing her breast and the other teasing her with his fingertips before her eyes landed on the large cock brushing against her thigh. Licking her lips, Morgan reached down and-

“Oh, fuck…”

Took her time exploring the soft, smooth tip before moving her fingertips down the thick shaft, amazed by just good it felt to touch him. While his fingertips moved over her, sending pleasure throughout her body, she explored him, running her fingertips over him, teasing the large tip as Eric moaned in her ear, begging her not to stop as her breaths quickened and she struggled not to move, struggled not to scream, until finally…

She couldn’t hold back any longer.