Chapter 30

CHAPTER30

It was time to take matters into his own hands, Eric decided as he watched the small woman that had barely said two words to him since she let him know that they had to return back to the real world sooner than he’d planned.

They had a week left and he didn’t want to waste a single fucking minute of it.

Never taking his eyes off her, Eric tossed the old thermostat in the cardboard box that he was using as a trashcan as he made his way across the large barn to the old workbench that Morgan had taken over. God, she was fucking beautiful, Eric thought as he ran his eyes over her, taking in the way that she worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared down at the sketchbook on her lap, the way that her glasses slowly slid down her nose, and the floral sundress that looked incredible on her before his gaze found its way to the black wedding band on her finger.

A week.

He had one fucking week, Eric reminded himself as he stepped between Morgan’s legs and-

Groaned when he was met with a kiss that made it really fucking difficult to remember why he came in here. He had a plan, Eric reminded himself, one that he’d been forced to adjust to meet this new time frame. They had one week left here before they needed to go back, sign papers to officially make this house theirs, sell Baker House for an indecent amount of money, and move their asses to turn Baker House back into a hotel and finish the projects that they were contracted for and then…

They were walking away and starting over.

When he came up with the plan to work on this house, it was just something that would give him a chance to show Morgan how good it could be between them. He’d planned on spending the next month working on this house while he did everything in his power to make her fall in love with him before it was time to go home. He’d planned on coming back every weekend to work on this house until it was finished, but now…

He wanted that future with her that he’d never allowed himself to hope for. He wanted everything with Morgan, children, a dog, every-fucking thing and he wanted all of those things with her here.

For the next week, he planned on doing everything that he could to sweep Morgan off her feet so that there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he loved her. He never wanted her to think that she was anything less than the love of his life. They were going to sell their townhouses, give their contracts to Uncle Jared, relocate Bradford Remodeling here, and he was going to marry her so that he could spend the rest of his life showing her just how fucking much he loved her.

Until then…

“You disappeared,” Eric said, brushing his lips against hers one last time before he reluctantly pulled away.

“Because I couldn’t focus in that house,” Morgan murmured absently as her gaze went back to the sketch that she was working on.

“The secret room?” he asked in a teasing tone.

“It taunts me,” Morgan said with a sniffle as he moved to the side so that he could get a better look at what she was working on.

“I bet it does,” Eric murmured, taking in the incredibly beautiful staircase, the hardwood floors, and the double doors that led to the living room and den before he looked up to find Morgan blinking at him.

“Why are you in here instead of making all of my renovation dreams come true?” she asked, pushing her glasses back up.

“Because I’ve been wondering about something,” Eric said, watching as panic slowly started to take over and-

“What’s that?” Morgan asked, swallowing hard as he took the sketchbook off her lap and set it on the bench as he moved back between her legs.

“Why you’ve been pouting all day,” Eric said, leaning in to brush his lips against hers and-

“Because I have to tell you something.”

* * *

He was goingto hate her.

But then again, Morgan knew that when she decided to walk away, and now…

She was running out of time.

“Does it have anything to do with the kitten that tried to rip my throat out last night?” Eric demanded as his eyes narrowed dangerously on her.

“This is just sad,” Morgan murmured with a sad shake of her head.

“Did you realize that you couldn’t live without me?” Eric asked, watching her closely.

“Why are you interrogating me?” she couldn’t help but wonder.

“Because those are the only two things that I care about right now,” Eric said, leaning in to press his lips against her forehead as his hands found her knees.

“A tiny kitten coming back to rip your throat out or me realizing that I can’t live without you are the only two things that you’re concerned about?” Morgan asked, only to moan when she felt his hands slide over her thighs.

“Those are my priorities right now,” Eric murmured absently as his lips found hers.

“I still have to tell you something,” Morgan said on a whimper when he started running his fingertips over her thighs, sending goosebumps racing over her skin and making it really difficult to focus.

“Does it have to do with either one of the things that we just discussed?” Eric asked as his lips slowly kissed a path down her throat.

“No,” Morgan managed to get out on a moan.

“Then, it doesn’t matter,” he said softly against her throat as his hands slid beneath the hem of her dress.

“Eric-”

“I really can’t believe that you’re breaking one of my rules,” he said, sighing heavily as he opened his mouth and-

“Oh, God…”

-tore a moan from her when he gently suckled on her neck as she felt his fingers curl in her panties and slowly pulled them down.

“For the next week, nothing else matters,” Eric said against her neck before kissing his way back up to her throat as she shifted to make it easier for him to pull her panties down her thighs. When she opened her mouth to argue, Eric cut her off with a hungry kiss as she felt him pull back just far enough so that he could pull her panties off and as soon as they were gone, he was reaching for her.

“I guess this is where we go over the rules again, baby girl,” Eric said with a heartfelt sigh as he picked her up.

“Why are we doing this?” Morgan found herself asking as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“Because, for some reason, you keep forgetting that you’re supposed to be adoring me,” Eric said as his hands slid beneath her dress and found her bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze as he stepped away from the bench and headed for the door.

“How exactly do I keep doing this?” Morgan asked, struggling to stay focused, but he was making it really difficult with the way that his hands were kneading her bottom.

Sighing heavily, Eric said, “You mean besides not gazing at me adoringly?”

“Besides that,” Morgan moaned as her fingers threaded through his hair.

“Should we talk about last night? How you drove me out of my fucking mind?” Eric asked as she felt one hand slide between her legs and-

“Oh, God…” Morgan moaned when she felt his fingers slide between her legs.

“How much I hated waking up alone?” he asked, sliding one long finger between her slit from behind as he carried her up the porch stairs.

“How fucking difficult it was to focus on anything today knowing that you were wearing this dress?” came the question that had her breath catching as that long finger slowly moved over her clit, teasing it in one perfect circle before he was pulling his finger back so that his fingertip was teasing her core.

“And if I was wearing my usual tee-shirt and jeans?” Morgan somehow managed to ask as she dropped her hand away from his hair so that she could blindly reach down and open the door.

“I would have been imagining shoving your jeans down and bending you over the nearest fucking surface instead,” Eric said as he pushed the door open and carried her inside and headed for the backstairs. “Or maybe we should talk about the fact that I am so fucking terrified that I’m going to do something to scare you off,” he said as he gave her one of those achingly sweet kisses that took her breath away.

He didn’t say anything else, but then again, he didn’t need to, not with the way that he was kissing her. A moment later, Eric was carrying her into the bathroom and, after brushing his lips against hers one last time, he placed her down on the small bathroom counter and stepped back. His intense gaze locked with hers as he reached back and grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside before he reached down and pulled off his boots, his socks, and then, finally, he was pulling his belt loose and shoving his jeans down along with his boxers while she sat there, swallowing hard when she saw the large, thick cock between his legs straining towards her.

He kept his gaze locked with hers as he reached down and pulled her sandals off, one by one, before he was reaching for her again. “Come here, baby girl,” Eric murmured as he picked her up and placed her back on her feet before he was reaching for her dress and slowly pulled it up, giving her a chance to put a stop to this, but the problem was, she didn’t want to stop this.

She just…

She just didn’t want to disappoint him.