The Trouble With Temptation (Second Service Book 3)(23)

Morgan wrapped her arm around his. Her body slid against his with every step. Combine their closeness with the fog and moonlight, and this had the makings of one hell of a romantic moment.

Except it couldn’t be.

He wasn’t her lover. He was a government agent in the middle of an active investigation. It didn’t matter that he could vividly remember the taste of her lips, or the way her soft body had molded against his.

Ty tried to tamp down the desire that roared to life at the memory.

“Well, I am having a great night. The best I’ve had in a long time,” she said, smiling up at him. “We should go get a drink.”

“I’m not sure that’s a very good idea.”

“Why not?”

Because the sway of her hips was driving him insane.

“Because your brother’s friends are still out there somewhere.”

Her face fell. “Oh. I almost forgot.”

“Sorry,” he said.

And he was. There was nothing he’d like more than to wile the night away with Morgan Kincaid, but it was just too dangerous…for a variety of reasons.

Instead, he mentally prepared himself to spend another night camped out in the alleyway, watching her apartment.

His resolve took another hit when she slid behind him on the bike. She wrapped her arms around him without hesitation. Her body pressed against his back, her head rested against his shoulder. There was no denying the intimacy of the position.

Ty revved the engine harder than usual. The roar did little to cool his blood though. Morgan only tightened her grip on him. He took off down the Embarcadero.

Ty didn’t take the direct route back to her place. He told himself it was to shake anyone who was following them. But that wasn’t true. He was going slower than usual, following the water. He wanted to savor the feel of Morgan’s body wrapped around his for as long as possible. He didn’t want the moment to end.

But eventually it had to.

Ty pulled up in front of her building and cut the engine. He stepped off, took her helmet and helped her off the bike. Morgan’s fingers entwined with his. The glow of the streetlights sparkled in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“You know…you could always come up to my place for that drink.” Her voice was low and quiet. It travelled through him, all the way to his groin.

Ty ground his back teeth together.

“I’m not sure that would be a very good idea either.”

“Are you sure? There aren’t any friends up there.” Her lips lifted in a slow smile that was filled with sensual promise. Dear God, she wasn’t making this easy.

“I’m sure,” he said.

The fire in her eyes dimmed a little. Her lips closed and she stumbled back a step. “I’m sorry. I thought…I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand away and turned toward her door.

Damn it.

“Morgan,” Ty said, stopping her when she was just a few steps from the entrance. He strode over to her. She turned around. There was very little space between them. “Please don’t get me wrong.”

“I get it. I’m your boss. My life is kind of a mess right now. You’ve got all kinds of good reasons to walk away.”

“I don’t care about any of that,” he said, unsure why he was trying to explain himself. He should have walked away, but for some reason he couldn’t bear the look of loneliness on her face.

“So, what is it?”

Ty raised his hand and pushed a stray strand of brilliant red hair back behind her ear. His fingers lingered near the soft skin of her cheek. She angled her head a fraction of an inch so she brushed against him.

It was a simple touch, but desire surged through him.

She was right. He had dozens of good reasons to walk away, but…

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close. She let out a little gasp as she crashed against his chest. He tilted her head up. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

The fire was back in her eyes now, a blazing inferno that threatened to burn the hell out of him if he wasn’t careful.

Ty stared at her lips. Red and lush and so very tempting.

Since when did he care about careful?

Her chest brushed against his as she lifted on her tiptoes. Ty inclined his head.

A car door slammed behind them.

The hair on Ty’s arm stood at attention, and it had nothing to do with the anticipation of Morgan’s kiss.

“Hey, you two.” The thickly accented voice echoed off the plaster wall in front of him. “Put your hands up.”

It only took a heartbeat for the passion in Morgan’s eyes to turn to terror. Ty pulled away. He slowly turned around.

One man stood on the edge of the sidewalk. Another was seated behind the wheel of the parked car. Neither one had bothered to conceal their faces. That wasn’t a good sign.

Ty didn’t recognize either one from photos but it didn’t take a genius to guess who they worked for…or why they were here.

The man walking toward them pointed the matte black Beretta in his hand directly at Morgan.

“What’s going on?” Ty asked calmly. He took a step away and to the side, hoping the man’s attention would follow him.

It didn’t work. His focus never wavered from Morgan’s face.

“What the f*ck do you think?” he said. “Give us what we want and no one will get hurt.”