The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [79]
“’Course, he wasn’t really giving it his all, seeing as you’d already staked a claim.” Before Sawyer could object to that, Morgan turned to Misty. “Does it amaze you how two sisters can be so damned different? I mean, Honey is just so kindhearted and innocent.”
Sawyer had just taken a sip of his champagne, and he choked, but when Morgan gave him a suspicious look, he just raised his brows, as if encouraging Morgan to continue.
“Misty is…”
“What?” Sawyer seemed intent on digging in. “Sexy?”
“Hell, yeah, she’s sexy. But then so is Honey.”
Sawyer blinked at that, then frowned ferociously. “I’m not at all sure I like—”
“Oh, give it a rest, Sawyer. I’m not blind. And I just appreciate the fact she’s so sexy—for you.”
After downing the rest of his champagne in one gulp, Sawyer demanded, “Your point?”
Sawyer was being damn entertaining again, but Morgan couldn’t take advantage of it because he couldn’t pull his gaze away from Misty. Gabe had just swept her up into a new dance. She complained for just a moment about her feet, and Gabe, the rascal, merely went down on one knee and pulled her shoes off, tossing them aside. Misty seemed charmed, and they began a rather heated, intimate dance. The floor cleared to give them room, and Misty behaved totally uninhibited. Gabe was no better, showing off, making the women cheer, but that was his damned brother and he wasn’t interested in looking at Gabe.
Misty was something altogether different.
Morgan had to grind his teeth together. “Will you just look at her?”
“I’d rather look at you looking at her. More amusing that way.”
“It’s like, Honey is so sweet and gentle, and Misty’s all spice and fire. What is it with her, anyway? Does she think she has to seduce every guy around her?”
“She’s not seducing, she’s dancing.”
Morgan snorted. “The way she dances, it’s the same damn thing.”
Sawyer snickered. “For you, at least.”
Just then, Jordan interrupted Gabe and stole Misty away. She laughed, as willing to partner him as Gabe, and Morgan nearly ground his teeth into powder. “It’s not right, I’m telling you. She’s playing with them both.”
Deliberately adding oil to the fire, Sawyer said, “It seems to be a game they’re enjoying.” Then he clapped Morgan on the shoulder. “Relax, will you? She’s just dancing, nothing more. Oops. Here comes Honey, so I better get this out quick. She’s concerned because you’re avoiding Misty. I was supposed to tell you to go dance with her.”
“Ha.” Morgan was positively appalled by that idea, but not for the reasons his brother would likely assume. “I’m not getting near her.” He was afraid if he did, he’d explode. He couldn’t recall ever wanting a woman quite the way he wanted this one.
She was staying with them at the house, so he saw her at breakfast, looking all sleepy but still full of smiles for his brothers. He saw her at bedtime, wishing everyone—but him—a good night’s sleep. He even saw her in the afternoon, though he did his best to avoid it. She would be painting her toenails right out on the back patio, or puttering around the kitchen, giving the illusion of being domestic when he’d be willing to bet she didn’t have a domestic bone in her entire lush little body.
It didn’t matter what she did, he liked it—a little too much. And she knew it, which was why she avoided him as much as he did her. They were far too sexually aware of each other for comfort.
But it was all physical, and a fast, easy, physical relationship with his sister-in-law’s sister would never do. Sawyer, damn him, had made the woman a relative with his marriage, and that put her off-limits for every single thing Morgan would like to do with her. And the things he’d like to do…
He almost groaned out loud. The vivid images of him and Misty together, naked, overheated, carnal, would amuse his brothers and shock the hell out of Honey. She was overprotective of Misty—why, he couldn’t fathom. He had a feeling his sexual thoughts wouldn’t shock Misty at all. He had the taunting suspicion she’d be with him every step