The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [151]
Misty attacked the snap on his jeans.
“Slow down, babe.”
“No, I don’t want to. I kept telling myself I couldn’t do this, but then I realized there was no way I could not do it. I want you too much. I doubt I’ll ever meet another man who makes me feel this way.”
“Damn right you won’t.” Morgan caught her hands and pulled them away from his zipper. “Kiss me again.”
She gladly complied. And while she was kissing him, licking his mouth, tasting his heat and feeling the dampness of his tongue, the smoothness of his teeth, Morgan rolled her to her back. The plush carpeting cushioned her.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Malone.”
She pulled him closer, breathing deeply of his scent. “You won’t.”
“The baby…”
Everything seemed to go still with his words. Morgan loomed over her, heat pulsing off him, his dark blue eyes burning hot, his hair mussed. There was so much concern and tenderness in his gaze that she felt tears well in her eyes. Misty touched his cheek, then his wide, hard chest. She let one finger drift over a small brown nipple and heard his sharp intake. “I want you naked, Morgan.”
His head dropped forward and he labored for breath.
“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” She watched the way his wide shoulders flexed, how the muscles in his neck corded. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, and if I’m going to do this—”
His gaze snapped to hers. “You are.”
“—then I want to do everything. Why take a risk unless you make it worthwhile?”
The look on his face was almost pained before he deliberately wiped it away. “I’m not a risk, babe.”
Misty didn’t want to tell him that he was the biggest risk she’d ever taken. She loved him so much, even more than she desired him. Around him her heart felt vulnerable and soft and a little wounded because she wished so badly she could have met him months ago. He could break her so easily.
She shook her head, willing to tease him to chase her dark thoughts away. This wasn’t a time for wariness, but a time to break free. “I’ve never had an excellent lover, Morgan.” She slipped her fingers down his side, over his hip. “I want you to be excellent.”
His teeth flashed in the darkness and his hand smoothed over her hair, then tucked it behind her ear. “You know how to put on the pressure, don’t you?”
“Are you intimidated?”
He snorted. After staring at her for a long moment, he shifted to sit up. His gaze strayed to her body again and again while he pulled off his shoes and socks and laid his cell phone aside. “So you want to see all of me?”
“Yes.”
“Should I turn on some lights?”
Misty laughed. How she could recognize humor while burning up with need was amazing. Morgan made her hungry, and he amused her, and he made her feel special and cherished in so many ways.
But then, he did that for a lot of people.
“With no curtains on the windows?” she asked. “Don’t you think that might be unwise? What if someone is out there and they see you prancing around in the buff?”
He chuckled, but the sound was strained as he stared at her breasts. “I don’t prance, Malone. And there’s no one out there on a night like this.”
She pretended to consider his offer, then said, “No, let’s leave the lights off.” She’d definitely be more daring without too much illumination. She needed the shadows to enjoy herself fully. At least this first time.
Morgan shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
“That’s the spirit.” Her laugh ended on a gasp when he came to his knees and carefully pulled down his zipper, easing it around a rather large, hard erection. She didn’t want to laugh now. No, she just wanted to watch. And touch.
And taste.
Without any signs of modesty, Morgan slowly shucked his jeans and underwear down his hips, then sat back and pulled them the rest of the way off. “Now you,” he rumbled, and leaned forward to do the job himself.
Misty stared at his naked body and felt the warmth build beneath her skin, felt her womb tighten, her breasts ache. His hips were a shade lighter than the rest of his sun-darkened skin,