The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [154]
As though it took a great effort, Morgan slowly struggled up onto his elbows and smiled down at her. “So you’re satisfied?”
She bit her lip, then slowly shook her head. “No, never.”
Morgan blinked at her, then threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, Malone, I never thought I’d like hearing those two words leave your lips.”
She touched his mouth with a finger. She no longer vibrated with need, but the curiosity was still there, and the love. “What you did to me, Morgan? I want to do that to you, too.”
Morgan jerked. He breathed deep and he cursed and he shuddered. Finally he just laughed again, the sound low and rough. “From the moment I met you I knew on a gut level exactly how things would be with you.”
“Did you?” When Morgan smiled, he made her want to smile, too.
“Yeah. Why do you think I’ve been going so crazy? I’m glad to see I wasn’t wrong.”
He rolled onto his back so that she was perched above him. His grin was so wicked and so lecherous, she almost blushed. “Now,” he said.
And before she could ask him, “Now what?” his cell phone rang.
11
IT WAS ALMOST two in the morning by the time he got home, and he felt exhausted down to his soul. A three-car mishap had dragged him out of Misty’s arms. Luckily no one was seriously hurt, but he was still pissed off. A few idiots from the next county over drank too much and tried joyriding over their deeper roads. They’d taken out not only a length of fence along Carl Webb’s property, but they’d also knocked over a telephone pole. Cows had wandered loose in the road and into the neighboring field, Carl had been infuriated—and rightfully so—and many people had been without phone service.
In the pouring rain, it was damn inconvenient trying to sort everything out. One of the fools had a concussion, the other a broken nose. Morgan thought they deserved at least that much, though they’d both whined and complained endlessly.
He hadn’t had a chance to say anything to Misty. He’d made love to her, and he’d made her laugh, but he hadn’t told her that he wanted her to stick around as a permanent member of the family. He hadn’t told her that he wanted her to be with him forever.
And she hadn’t said a thing about how she felt, other than that she’d enjoyed making love with him. That was just dandy, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.
He kicked off his muddy boots just inside the kitchen doorway and made his way through the silent house to his room. His wet clothes went into a hamper and a warm shower helped to relieve his aching muscles, but not his aching head. He needed some sleep, but as he threw back the top sheet, the thought of climbing into his big bed all alone didn’t appeal to him one bit. He glanced at the door, thought of Misty all warm and snuggled up in her own bed, and it felt like that fat elephant was on his chest again.
He stood there undecided, at the side of the bed for a full three minutes before cursing and pulling on underwear. Grumbling all the way down the hall, he got to Misty’s room and started to knock, then changed his mind. The doorknob turned easily and the door swung open on silent hinges. He could barely see Misty curled on top of the mattress, her room nothing but shifting moon shadows as the trees swayed outside with the wind. But he could hear her soft, even breathing. She was likely exhausted and he promised himself he wouldn’t keep her awake, but he wanted to hold her and there was no longer any reason to deny himself.
When he stood next to her bed she shifted and yawned, then opened her eyes to look at him. Immediately she sat up, shoving her silky hair out of her face. “Morgan? What’s wrong? Did you just get in?”
Her normally deep voice was even rougher with sleep, and sexy as hell. “Yeah.” He bent and scooped her out of the bed, lifted her up against his bare chest, and started out of the room. She had on a thin knee-length cotton gown, and her warm, sweet scent clung