The Right Thing by Donna McDonald

hear about it right then.
    “Well, no—I guess I’m not an expert. Maybe you have a point,” Morgan said, biting his own lip in concentration, then bringing his gaze back to meet hers. “You’re the only virgin of any sort I’ve ever known. I think that’s why I feel so compelled to try and do this right.”
    Thea sighed at his kindness. Morgan was trying so hard to charm her. What was the harm in letting him? Other than the fact he was taking his time and driving her crazy.
    “So what do you think women like me are allowed to do then, Morgan? I have no idea what’s okay and not okay,” Thea told him, which was true for the most part.
    “Well, I think virgins probably do a lot of preparation to make sure they’re ready for anything that might happen to change their status,” Morgan said, sliding the thin straps of her nightgown down until they caught on her breasts.
    He pushed Thea down to sit on the end of the bed and dropped to his knees in front of her, barely feeling the pain in his leg. Endorphins had no doubt taken over, Morgan realized gratefully, his mind spinning with lust. His excitement level climbed as he realized he was going to get to taste her again.
    “I think they do this,” Morgan said, leaning forward and kissing her breasts through the silk, eventually sucking each excited peak into his mouth before lifting his head from what he was doing.
    “And this is probably okay too,” Morgan said hoarsely, tugging the silky and now wet material over and off one rigid peak still standing at attention before tugging the nipple deep into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue.
    Thea let out a keening moan, her strong fingers insistently digging into his arms, telling Morgan everything he wanted to know about how much she wanted him.
    Morgan had never felt more proud of his lovemaking in his entire life.
    “Pretty great, huh?’ he asked, watching her eyelids try to open while lust was blinding her. “You’re doing really well for a virgin, Thea. Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul how far you let me go.”
    Morgan laughed softly when she moaned again.
    Thea leaned forward then and put her eager mouth on Morgan’s, plunging her tongue into his mouth to taste him. Need, hot and demanding moved through her, making her crazy to stake a claim to the man kneeling between her legs.
    Then suddenly the woman inside, the one that had been sleeping, the one she had all but forgotten existed, simply took control of the situation. Thea’s arms went around the man she wanted, pulling him as close as she could. The she was lifting him and making him climb onto her, devouring his mouth along the way. Unrestrained and unleashed, all Thea could think about was how much she wanted Morgan and had to have him.
    Shocked as he felt his erection sliding up Thea’s body, Morgan realized she was hauling him up and over her on the bed, giving him no choice but to slide over her. If the long night gown hadn’t held her legs still captive, he suspected he would have been wrapped in them and given no choice but to plunge into Thea’s depths whether she was physically ready or not. He could feel the determined and insistent demand pouring out of her.
    But he wasn’t ready because she wasn’t ready, or not nearly as ready as Morgan intended to make her.
    His desire to control the situation was saved only by a tight nightgown, Morgan thought, kissing Thea with abandon and celebrating each stroke of her tongue while his heartbeat thundered. He badly wanted this first time to be good for her. Knowing now that the woman could wrestle control from him only made him more determined to have his way in what was going to happen.
    “How did you get me into the bed?” Morgan demanded, when his mouth was free, and he could lift his upper body off of her.
    “I’m very strong and very motivated right now,” Thea told him, practically ripping the undershirt shirt from his body and throwing it into the floor. “And you have done