The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [114]
And he was tired of even trying.
With a wide, impish smile, she turned to face him. “Well, since you put it that way…” She patted his chest. “Making you miserable does hold a certain attraction.”
He caught her hand and flattened it against his body. “So you agree?”
“You’ve convinced me.”
Morgan stared at her, his heart thumping so heavily in his chest he thought for sure she’d felt it. He leaned toward her and saw her eyes widen. “Why don’t we seal it with a kiss?”
MISTY BRACED HERSELF for a sensual assault. The memory of his last kiss in the gazebo was still fresh in her mind. But instead of being overwhelmed, she felt Morgan’s mouth, warm and dry, brush very lightly over her own. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. His dark blue eyes were filled with heat, but also with tenderness, and she almost melted.
For a man of his size, he could sometimes be so remarkably gentle. She gave him a slight smile that he returned.
“Am I interrupting?”
They both jumped apart, she in guilty surprise, Morgan with a curse. He turned to face Jordan, leaning in the doorway with a contented smile.
Jordan tipped his head. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
“Did you ever hear of knocking?”
“What fun would that be?”
Morgan turned his back on his brother and faced Misty. His wide shoulders completely blocked her from Jordan’s view. Using the edge of his hand, he tipped up her chin, then asked, “What’s it to be, Malone? Breakfast with the family, or do you want to go into town?”
“I’m not really hungry.” She saw Morgan’s understanding and quickly added, “I’m not being a coward. I really just don’t have an appetite. I’ll go in with you, though. No reason you should do without food, and I have to face them all sooner or later. It might as well be now.”
“Get it over and out of the way, huh?”
His frown was back, but she had no idea why. “Something like that.”
He glanced at Jordan over his shoulder. “We’ll be right there.”
Accepting the dismissal, Jordan chuckled and ambled off. The moment he was gone, Morgan framed her face and kissed her again. Before she could say much about it, if indeed she could have gathered her scattered wits to offer a protest, he took her hand and hustled her from the room.
Everyone was in the kitchen when they strolled in, still hand in hand. Like the audience at a Ping-Pong match, all eyes moved in unison to their entwined hands, to their faces, then to each other. Brows climbed high.
Morgan shook his head. “The lot of you remind me of monkeys in a zoo—not you, Honey. The masculine lot.”
Honey frowned. “Is everything okay, Misty?”
“Everything is fine.” She tried subtly to take her hand from Morgan, but he wasn’t letting go, and shaking him off might bring on more speculation. She knew he intended to announce their involvement, but did he mean to do it right now? At this rate, no announcement would be necessary!
There was no way she could continue to stand there and let everyone stare at her with concern. She had to get hold of herself and the situation. She glanced at Sawyer, then Jordan and Gabe. “Morgan insists it’ll be all right if I stay here for a little while longer—”
“Absolutely.”
“Of course!”
“You know you’re welcome here.”
Misty smiled at their combined assurance and even felt a little teary over it. “That’s very generous of all of you.”
Sawyer, with his arm draped over the back of Honey’s chair, said, “You’re family now, Misty. Family is always welcome for as long as they want to be here. Remember that, okay?”
Honey squeezed him in a tight hug. “Didn’t I tell you they were all incredible?”
Gabe laughed. “Nothing incredible about welcoming beautiful women into your home.” He eyed their clasped hands and added, “In fact, if you want some privacy, Misty, I have extra room in the basement.” He bobbed his eyebrows at her.
Jordan looked mildly affronted. “I was going to offer to share my apartment with her. With Morgan always looming over her, it’s for certain she won’t get any peace and quiet around here.”
Casey,