"Hold on," she called out. "Who's there?"

"Morgan."

"Morgan? Morgan who?" she asked sleepily.

"The Morgan whose clothes you borrowed." The door opened slowly, and he smiled when he saw his shirt on her sweet little body.

"I was going to return them," Alexis whispered, shoving a wave of caramel colored hair out of her face. The shirt hem lifted high on her thigh. His cock began to thicken, and he shifted to relieve the discomfort.

"I know. I read the note you left."

"Then why are you knocking on my door at four-thirty in the morning?"

Morgan turned his head, calling out to Rafe, who handed him a box before going back around the corner with a sneeze. Morgan held the box out. "To invite you."

"Invite me where?"

"My house. Tonight. Six sharp. I'll send a limo to get you."

"I ... I don't know."

"Don't forget to bring my clothes." He smiled, his gaze traveling down her form, his cock hardening painfully. "You can keep the shirt. I like seeing it on you."

Leaning in, he kissed her softly, sensuously. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Alexis's pulse pounded in her ears as he claimed her mouth, nudging her lips open with his tongue, exploring and caressing her with its velvety softness. His other hand trailed down her back to the flare of her hip.

Nipping her bottom lip with his canine, he marked her with his scent, then suckled until the small wound stopped smarting.

"Wear your hair down for me."

Alexis opened heavy eyes as his broad back rounded the corner. Lifting her hand, she touched the spot on her lips where he'd nipped her. The muscles of her pussy tightened with want, and her panties dampened. "Ah, crap."