The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [82]
And those breasts. He could spend at least an hour enjoying her just from the waist up. Unable to stop himself, Morgan looked down at the pale, firm flesh and imagined the formal dress around her waist, her breasts naked for him to see, to touch and taste, to enjoy. He groaned. It was almost too easy to imagine his mouth on her, considering how much cleavage was showing, more so than any of the other women in the wedding party, though they were all wearing similar gowns in different colors. With the shape of the neckline there was no way she could be wearing a bra, or at least, not much of one.
Almost burning up, he growled, “You’re Honey’s sister.”
She blinked, wary surprise evident in her expression. “So?”
“That puts you off-limits. And I don’t like it.”
Her eyes widened. “Good grief! You make it sound like if you decided to…to—”
“Yeah, all that you’re imagining and more.”
Her breath caught, and she choked on her anger. “Like I’d be agreeable! Well, let me put your mind at ease here, Morgan. The answer would be no!”
Annoyed all over again, he said, “I’m not buying it, Malone. You flirt all the damn time. Not just when you talk, but when you move, when you eat.” He looked at her breasts again, which were trembling with her ire. “Hell, even when you breathe.”
His words made her sputter before she managed to spit out, “That’s absurd!”
“Do you realize every guy here has been ogling your breasts?”
Her mouth dropped open, then abruptly snapped closed. “You’re disgusting.”
“I’m not the one showing so much skin.”
Through her teeth, she ground out, “Every woman in the bridal party is showing the same amount of skin, you idiot. Why don’t you go lecture one of them?”
Easily, knowing it was true, he said, “None of them looks like you.” Then he pulled her closer despite her slight resistance. “And I don’t want any of them.”
She looked flabbergasted. “Why, you…you arrogant bas—”
“Shh. Keep your voice down. I don’t want your sister’s reception ruined by a scene.” She glared at him and her eyes looked hot enough to roast him, her cheeks rosy with color. He wanted to kiss her, but had at least enough sense to hold back from that.
Actually, Morgan wouldn’t have been at all surprised if she’d socked him one, right there in the middle of the hall. And he was honest enough to admit he’d deserve it. He wasn’t sure why he goaded her, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
She huffed, then jerked against his arms. Very low, with clear warning, she said, “If you don’t want me to cause a scene, then kindly get your paws off me and leave me alone.”
With relish, he said, “Can’t. Honey is determined to see us get acquainted.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, for heaven’s sake…I’ll talk to her.”
“Why bother?” He stared into her incredible eyes and felt a twisting in his guts as he muttered, “You won’t be here much longer, and then it won’t matter.”
She quickly looked down and bit her lip.
Above the lust, suspicion blossomed. Morgan whispered, “Misty?”
Her gaze jerked to his face, and he realized he’d called her by her first name. Misty suited her, all dark and mysterious, except for those direct, intense blue eyes. “You are leaving soon, right?”
She swallowed, looking away once again. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”
Frowning, Morgan half danced, half steered them toward the patio doors. Misty didn’t seem to realize his intent, she merely clutched at him to keep from losing her footing as he danced her first one way, then another, moving easily around the other couples.
When he opened the patio door and stepped outside, Misty started to hold back. Then he saw her square her shoulders and follow him. Evidently