I pretended to stay asleep when Drew opened the door and sat on the side of my bed. He ran his hand up my arm and shoulder.
“Morgan,” he softly spoke.
I moaned and removed my hands from my head.
“Feel better?” he asked. His hand brushed across my breast and my stomach as I rolled over. I ignored it.
“Yeah, I think so. Sorry I was a little testy earlier.
It wasn’t you. I just had a horrible headache, probably too much sun.” I had no idea what my plan was, but I knew I had to keep Drew at bay, at least until I knew whether my fears were real or not.
“It’s okay. You’ve been sleeping for quite a while.
Why don’t you come down and get something to eat.”
I smiled and sat up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his wrapped around my waist. I could tell he was taken aback. That was what I was going for.
“Do you love me, Drew?” I asked, running my fingers through the back of his hair and along his neck.
“What kind of question is that? Of course, I love you. You’re my wife.”
“You never tell me,” I said, pulling away and touching his bottom lip with my finger. That took him by surprise too.
“I guess we’ve just never had that kind of relationship. You have never been one to say it either, but we both know.”
He moved my finger away from his lip. He didn’t like the intimacy with me. Hmm… I pondered.
I kissed him next. I mean, I seriously kissed him, holding the sides of his face and shoving my tongue into his mouth. I pulled myself up to my knees, forcing my body closer to his. He pushed me away and looked at me totally stunned. I had just knocked the wind out of him, rendering him speechless. I couldn’t let it stop me. I didn’t know what I was doing. I had no plan, but I knew something wasn’t right. I didn’t belong with him. Something was missing. I knew that he didn’t operate this way. I could feel it.
I brought my bare feet to the floor and stood directly in front of him. He still didn’t speak. I don’t think he was able to. I wrapped my arms around his neck once again, and his stayed on the knees of his dress pants. I softly kissed his lips and moved down his neck. I didn’t really mean to become aroused. I was only trying to take charge, something that I was sure I never did before. I don’t know how I knew that. I just did. I was, however, becoming aroused. His expensive cologne and sexy physique was undoubtedly causing me to become instantly wet.
I moved my hands to the top button of his dress shirt and slowly worked my way down while my tongue and lips teased his neck and occasionally his lips. By the time I got to the third button his hands were on mine.
“What are you doing, Morgan?” he asked, trying to regain the control. I wasn’t having it.
I pulled my hands out of his, not taking my eyes from his. I liked being over him. I felt like I had a little more power with him having to look up to me. My heart and nerves would have argued. There was such a rush of epinephrine pumping through my veins, I was having a hard time hiding it. I moved my hands to my jeans, ignoring his question. He watched my hands unbutton my jeans and slide down the zipper. I lifted my shirt over my head and slowly and seductively removed my bra. I moved my hands back to the buttons on his shirt, and he didn’t stop me. He took my breast into his mouth, and I moaned. Damnit. I didn’t want to do that.
I ran my hands over his strong chest, and he flipped me over so that he was now towering over me. I didn’t want that either. I needed to stay in control. Think Riley. Think. I froze. Who the hell was Riley? The question remained, but I did manage to move it to the back of my mind while I figured out how to seduce my husband.
I raised my hips and slid out of my jeans and panties. I could feel the protrusion grind into my hip as he kissed me. He pulled his lips away from mine and looked down my body, hungrily. Yes. That was what I wanted.
What I did next not only took him by surprise, but myself as well.
“Go down on my, Drew,” I whispered in a pant.
His eyes shot back to mine. I didn’t let it phase me and tilted my bent knee, exposing myself for him. I moved his hand from my bare hip to the wet folds between my legs. I moaned as I felt his fingers slide up me. I did mean to do it that time.
“Taste me,” I whispered again. He wasn’t moving.
He was stoned stupid. I moved up to the pillow so that his head was at a level playing field with my throbbing sex.
“Morgan?” he muttered. I had totally dumbfounded him, and he didn’t know how to react. I was sure that I was never the one to give the orders, but I was, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.