Sneak_Peek

     The elevator door opened and Jason suddenly emerged. Morgan rushed from the sofa where she was relaxing and watching television. She did not expect to see him until tomorrow, but Jason wanted to surprise his favorite girl.
     Morgan’s eyes danced with happiness at the sight of him. “Oh my God . . . you’re early.” The front door man downstairs in the lobby had let Jason into the private elevator that went directly to the penthouse of her Society Hill residence.
     “I can leave now if you want me to.” Jason laughed and turned toward the elevator, as if to leave.
     “You better not, you’re mine for the next forty eight hours, and I am not letting you out of my sight. I can’t believe you’re here.” Morgan planted a huge kiss on Jason’s lips which lasted for several minutes. There was such a hold that the captivating Morgan Whitley had on him. She had a magnetic energy surrounding her, and he was enticed by her, like a plump red strawberry, dripping with rich dark chocolate, just waiting to be consumed by him.
     Jason scooped Morgan up into his arms and walked her through the double doors that led to her enormous bedroom. Ever so gently he placed her on the bed and then gingerly rested on top of her. First kissing her warm velvety neck as Morgan squirmed slightly beneath the weight of him. Her hands were recklessly feeling their way along the length of his muscular back. And Jason found his way to her beautifully formed lips and parted them gradually.
     “Morgan, you make me feel so alive. I have never felt this way about anyone before,” Jason panted breathlessly while he gave her butterfly kisses on her silken exposed shoulders. Morgan melted like butter in his arms, as she always did, and tonight was no exception.
Morgan was so lost in the moment, unable to utter a response, ultimately surrendering every inch of her body and essence to him. Given the fact that she had never been in love prior to meeting Jason, Morgan cherished every second of their precious time together, knowing that it could end in an instant. That was a realization she had been forced to learn at a very young age.
     Jason removed her satin pajama top first, and then, after a few more minutes of foreplay, eventually slipped off her bottoms; dropping them onto the floor along with his own clothing. Morgan’s bronzed body glistened in the dim light. She recently returned from a business trip to St. Lucia, which was without a doubt, evident. Jason was not able to join her on this trip as he had in the past and she actually spent some time alone, on the beach, soaking up the Caribbean sun.
     “God you’re gorgeous,” he muttered as he pleasured her; at the same time welcoming his own gratification. “I love you.”
     Morgan held tightly to his strong shoulders, not ever wanting to release him. She caught her breath before returning the sentiment. “I love you too . . . so much,” she whispered sincerely and then kissed him before rolling over on her side. The two lovers were lying face to face, just sharing intimate words, and completely forgetting about anything other then what they had just shared. Jason was tracing invisible letters on Morgan’s hip and thigh, spelling out Morgan Moore and making her giggle from the funny tickle that shot through her whole body, giving her the chills for a split second.
     “Stop . . . that tickles. You’re giving me goose bumps.” Morgan shivered and Jason wrapped her in his arms in an attempt to warm her chilled flesh.
     “There, is this better? Are you warmer?”
     “Yes, that is much better. However . . . I still feel a slight chill. I think you need to keep hugging me,” Morgan spoke while she yawned. It was beginning to get late and they were both drowsy, but it was a peaceful euphoria that was actually putting them into a slumber. After pulling the somewhat disheveled comforter over their bare bodies, Morgan nuzzled in between Jason’s arm and chest, finding just the right spot to settle in for the night. Her heart and spirit were content. There was no other place she would rather be, than wrapped safely in the arms of the man she loved more than life itself.

     Maci and Steve were still futzing around in the kitchen cleaning up a few things. “Steve, if you think you will be uncomfortable in our bed, I can make up the sofa for you to sleep on.” He just gazed at his young wife and studied every inch of her beautiful face; it was kind and sweet and innocent. He couldn’t help but notice how incredibly stunning she was. Her face was very memorable to him and he felt really at ease with her.
       “That’s okay Maci; I’ll be fine, and who knows, maybe it will do me some good.” The two of them made their way towards the bedroom they shared and closed the door behind them.
      After getting into her pajamas, Maci washed her face and then headed toward the bed. “Steve, do you think you could hold me for a while?” she finally asked him quietly. Maci had such compassion and tenderness in her voice. No wonder Steve was so in love with her. He barely knew her now, but yet she was so familiar to him.
        “I would love to hold you.” So the two of them held each other for a while and just enjoyed one another’s company. “I’m so sorry this happened Maci. I know this must be very awkward for you.”
       “It is a little strange, but I love you, and we will get past this.” He squeezed her as tight as he could and a strong sense of wanting came over him. Maci could feel Steve next to her, and she knew he was longing for her. He tenderly kissed the sensitive spot on the back of her neck, giving her goose bumps, and was gently rubbing the length of her body. His strong hands were on her belly first and then found their way to her hips before removing her satin pajama bottoms. “Your skin is so soft and silky,” he whispered with warm breath into her ear.
       It was an odd feeling for her to know that he really wasn’t comfortable with whom she was, and yet he still wanted her like he did. Maci was on fire for him too; then she rolled over and kissed him very intensely. Her breathing had turned shallow and a hot feeling welled up in her abdomen and then spread rapidly through the rest of her body.
       Steve was so gentle with her at first; was it because he was not familiar with her and didn’t know what his limits were? Hearts were racing and hands were roaming, relearning every inch of one another. The passion that they shared that night was unlike any they had shared before; they both let go of all the tension and emotions that had built up inside of them over the previous five months.
        Exposed skin touching skin, fiery hot and fully vulnerable, giving themselves totally to each other. Surrendering their souls as only two people completely in love could do.
       Steve’s mind was free of work and school, and it showed. He made love to his wife three times that night, and still could not seem to get enough of her. Maci really loved this side of him; he had always been so proper with her, but this time was different, and he was different. He was like a stranger to her; maybe that’s what was so exciting and fun.
       “Steve I love you so much, I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t make it through this,” Maci confessed with tear drops flowing down her cheeks.
       “Let’s not worry about that right now; let’s just cherish this night.” Their passion was overwhelming, and neither of them wanted it to end.
       “Try to get some rest Maci; you must be exhausted,” he tenderly whispered in her ear.
        “But I don’t want this night to end; I want to lay here with you like this forever.” He stroked her cheek very softly and kissed her lips gingerly. Steve was falling in love with his wife all over again. This night could possibly change their relationship forever.
       Maci had such a new and overpowering feeling of love for him; she had not known him like this before, but secretly fantasized about it. Why did he never love her like this before? Why had Steve always been so traditional? Maci hoped that when he regained his memory, this part of him would still remain.