The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [117]
Morgan nudged her. “You want some pancakes or do you still want to head straight to town?”
Misty thought about it. Most of her anxiety was gone, and her stomach was starting to rumble. There was still a platter of lightly browned pancakes sitting in the middle of the table, with warmed syrup and soft butter beside it.
She grinned at Morgan, feeling more at ease than she had in ages. “Let’s eat.”
6
IT WAS ALMOST an hour before they finally left the house. Though she’d never have imagined it, she’d enjoyed breakfast immensely. No one said too much about her pregnancy other than to try to force an extra pancake on her along with a tall glass of milk. And no one pressured her for information on the father of the baby. They seemed to simply accept that she was there, unmarried, and that they wanted her to stay.
True to his word, Morgan played the part of an interested party, holding her arm, opening the door for her. But then she thought about how all the brothers did the same, for both her and Honey, and she realized Morgan likely wasn’t playing at all. He was flat out mannerly, no way around it, and she had to admit she rather liked it.
“Are you sure I don’t need to change clothes?” She wore her camisole and cut-offs, but Morgan had insisted she looked fine. The way he’d stared at her, though, giving her such a slow, thorough perusal, made her uncertain. She wore what most women wore on such hot days, but they were going to his office, and she’d likely meet a few townspeople.
“You look sexy as sin, which makes me nuts wanting to take you, but I can handle it. When you actually work tomorrow, you’ll need to wear something more…conservative. Maybe jeans and a plain blouse or something. And definitely a bra. I won’t get any work done if I know you’re not wearing a bra.”
Morgan took three more steps before he finally realized she’d stopped. He turned to face her, hands on his hips in an arrogant pose. He lifted one brow. “What’s the problem now, Malone?”
As if he truly didn’t know. Amazing. Even more amazing was that she felt equal parts furious and aroused. After all the condemnation she’d received from men of late, his open admiration was a balm, whether she admitted to liking it or not.
It was unnerving that of all the men she’d ever known, this particular man could make her feel such depths of excitement at such a rotten time. She didn’t want to want him. She didn’t want to want any man, but definitely not one who was so bold and…potent. There’d be no way to control Morgan Hudson, or to control her own erratic heartbeat in his presence.
“If this is going to work,” she said, carefully enunciating each word, hoping to hide her trembling, “you have to stop being so…outspoken.”
“Getting to you, is it?”
He blocked the sun with his big body, leaving long shadows to dance around her. “Annoying me, actually.”
His slow smile was provoking. He strolled over to stand directly in front of her. “Is that why you’re all flushed?” he asked. His gaze dropped to her chest and he groaned. Misty looked down, and she wasn’t surprised to see that her nipples were pressed hard against the soft material of her camisole. She ached all over, and she couldn’t stop her body from reacting.
Desperate, she turned to leave, and Morgan gently clasped her shoulders, halting her. They stood silent, motionless, for several heartbeats and then he sighed. “Give me a break here, Malone. I’m doing my best.”
His best to seduce her? His best was actually pretty darn good. She turned slowly to face him and stared him in the eye, refusing to let him intimidate her.
Morgan hesitated, then ran a hand over his face in frustration. He ended with a rough laugh, taking her off guard. “You want the truth?”
“No!”
“I’m not used to women pushing me away.”
“Oh, please.” But she could easily believe it. Morgan had an incredible body, sensual eyes and a devastating smile that he generally hid behind a frown.