The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [142]
He hated to admit it, but her temper turned him on.
He had an erection that actually hurt it was so intense, and every muscle in his body was pulled taut against the need to take her. He stared at her, aroused by the glitter in her eyes, by the way her chest heaved. “I think we should share the cone, Malone.”
Misty reared back, but he caught her other arm, pulling her up close. She stared at his chest, covered in goo, and her lips twitched.
“You think it’s funny?” But he fought his own smile. No, life with Misty would never be mundane.
“I think you got what you deserved.” Her bare heels slipped on the floor as she tried to dig in. She giggled as another plop of ice cream fell loose. “Morgan, no! I mean it, Morgan. Don’t you dare—”
Her words ended in a gasp of outrage as he squished her up against his chest. “Cold, isn’t it?”
She tried to twist free, which only made her breasts slip and slide over his chest. Morgan groaned.
“You…” she started to say breathlessly.
Morgan kissed her. It was a funny kiss, since she was struggling so hard against him, but laughing, too, and they had the damn cone crunching between them, the ice cream fast melting with their combined body heat.
Casey cleared his throat. “I’ll be on my way now. See you both later. No need to see me off.”
Morgan lifted his head. “Get out of here, will you?”
Casey laughed. “I’m going, I’m going.”
Morgan watched as Casey dragged his gawking friends out the door and quietly closed it behind them. Misty tried again to pull loose, and he tightened his hold. “Oh, no, you don’t. I have a few things to say to you.”
She twisted in his arms, realized she couldn’t get free, and stopped squirming. “What?”
He kissed her again. Then against her lips, “I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
“Mm.” With her mouth open he deepened the kiss, tasting her, making love to her. He groaned when the banging noise suddenly stopped.
As he gasped for breath, she muttered, “You ruined my T-shirt. Now what am I going to wear to work?”
Morgan cradled her head in his palms and asked, “You were going to go to the diner dressed like this?”
“I’m perfectly decent, Morgan, so don’t start again.”
“Dear God, you’ll start a riot.”
“It was your plumbing that ruined my other clothes. Casey was nice enough to bring these to me when I called.”
“I’ll run home and get you something else, okay?”
When she hesitated, he waggled her head. “Have some pity on me, Malone! I’m not used to being jealous, and it’s taking some getting used to here.”
“You really were jealous?”
“What did you think? That I just enjoy making an ass of myself?”
She mumbled, “Well, you do it often enough.” Then she glared at him. “You have some explaining to do, insulting me like that in front of everyone.”
He swallowed hard, still very aware of her soft body lined up along the length of his. “You’re not going to quit on me, are you, just because I yelled a little?”
“I can’t.” She gave him a sad smile. “I need the job.”
Morgan kissed her again, this time gently, because he hated to hear that, to be reminded of her position. “I’m sorry.”
“For embarrassing me?”
“Yeah, though you didn’t seem all that embarrassed to me. More like raging mad.”
“True. On top of everything else, I was suffering my own share of jealousy. I mean, eight calls from women, Morgan.”
“You were jealous?”
She frowned at him. “That, and annoyed. You have very pushy girlfriends.”
He tried to look innocent. “Some of them are probably just friends.”
“Probably? You don’t know?”
He bit his lip, then chuckled. “It doesn’t matter anymore, anyway. I swear. Now tell me you forgive me.”
“Are you sorry for what you said?”
“About your sweet tush? Hell, no. You do have a great—”
“Don’t say it, Morgan!” She laughed. “And about ruining my clothes?”
“Come into the bathroom and I’ll help you clean up.” Then he frowned. “I gather we do have running water now?”
“Yes, but I can clean up without your help. You,” she said, pointing