The Trouble With Temptation (Second Service Book 3)(39)

Morgan playfully swatted him with her palm. “You expect me to be quiet when you’re doing this?”

“Consider it a challenge.”

He pressed his hand between her legs. His fingertips sunk into her wetness. He traced a lazy circle around her clit.

Her fingers curled into the covers. Her back arched and a surge of satisfaction swept through Ty just knowing that he was the one making her feel this way. Her mouth was open, her breathing hard, but she barely made a sound.

After a few more swirls, he slowed his hand. “Impressive.”

“Oh, yeah?” Morgan opened her eyes. The corner of her lips curled up. “Let’s see how you do.”

Her fingers flew to his fly. She undid the zipper and slid her hands beneath the thick denim, cupping her palm around his length.

Ty bit his lip hard as she began to stroke, slow at first, then faster. A small groan escaped as she lightly twirled the pad of her thumb over the head.

“Tsk, tsk,” she whispered with a laugh. “People could be listening, you know.”

It was all he could take. Ty stood and kicked off his jeans. “Then let’s give them something to listen to.”

He pulled protection out of his pocket and was back between her thighs in a heartbeat. He pressed forward, sinking deep into her heat. It took everything inside him not to moan in pleasure.

She was heaven. He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted her. Even buried within her, he wanted more. It would never be enough, he realized. He would never have his fill.

Morgan wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his back. Her fingers bit into his shoulders, silently begging for more.

Ty complied, pulling back and sliding forward. Again and again, until her back arched and her legs began to shake. She tightened around him, the very core of her contracting.

He couldn’t ignore the pull. She carried him with her, wresting ecstasy from the deepest part of him.

Ty buried his face into the pillow at her side as he pulsed inside her, unable to control the sounds of passion rushing from his lips.

When he finally caught his breath and lifted his head, Morgan was looking at him with a satisfied cat-like sparkle in her eyes.

“I thought we were supposed to be quiet,” she said.

“I was,” he said, rolling over to his side. He pulled her close, cradling her body against his.

Morgan tilted her chin up to look him in the eye. “That was quiet?”

“Well, quiet-ish.”

“You’re right. I’m sure there was somebody three blocks away who didn’t hear you.” She laughed and propped herself up on her elbows. “So, tacos?”

“A little later,” Ty said, pulling her back down and wrapping his arms around her. “Right now, all I want is this.”

“Me too.” Morgan snuggled her head deep into the hollow of his shoulder.

Ty took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. He knew from a lifetime of experience that there was no such thing as a perfect moment, but he was pretty damn sure that this might be the closest he had ever come.





Chapter Fourteen




Ty couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. He’d dropped off the second his head had hit the pillow.

It was actually the third time his head had been there now that he thought about it.

He’d been there two other times before that evening, but he’d been too absorbed with exploring every inch of Morgan’s beautiful body to even think about sleep.

They’d finally risen twenty minutes after their first round of lovemaking to devour the tacos. They were good. Cold by that time, but still good.

He didn’t have any intention of taking her again after dinner, but the sight of her sitting at the table covered only by his leather jacket, her long bare legs crossed in front of her, her bright hair tousled from exertion, had been too much to resist.

The second she’d finished her last bite, he’d slid that jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

After that, with Morgan’s soft, exhausted body tucked against his side, he’d been satisfied enough to drift off to sleep.

And it appeared stayed there for a while.

He cracked open one eye, just enough to see a trace of faint sunlight beginning to make its way into the warehouse.

Dawn.

Usually he was up before the sun, no matter how long he’d been up the night before. All those years of military training were hard to break, but it seemed that Morgan’s sleepy warmth was enough to persuade him to linger in bed.

Of course, he’d have to wake her up soon. Even though he was half-dreading the conversation they had to have, there was no use putting off the talk any longer. She might hate him for what he was going to do, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Nothing was more important than protecting her, not his months of work, not even her brother.

She was all that mattered.

Ty could only hope that, in time, she would see it that way.

He rolled over, hoping for a few more minutes of spooning against her lush curves before the inevitable fireworks, and his arm smacked against the empty mattress.

Ty shot up. His gaze darted around the room. The sheets on her side of the bed were neatly pulled up. Her crumpled clothes were no longer tossed on the floor. The device was missing too. So was his jacket and gun.