The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [84]
He also knew in his gut he wasn’t the only male noticing. “You’re entirely too comfortable around my brothers.”
“Ha! I don’t think it’s your brothers you’re worried about at all.”
Because that was so close to the truth, even if he didn’t want to admit it, Morgan slowly stood. Misty tried to back up, but he had hold of her shoulders and she didn’t get far away from him. “You don’t think so?”
She hesitated, going cautious on him now that he was so close and towering over her. But then she lifted her chin with her usual bravado. “No. I think it’s…you.”
He nodded, and his pulse thrummed in his veins. “You’re right. It is me. But it’s also you.”
“No, I—”
He stepped so close her back came up against the smooth painted wall.
All the anger, all the frustration, abruptly shifted to pure sexual tension. Morgan couldn’t resist one second longer. With his fingertips, he touched her cheek, then her lips, gently, barely brushing, savoring her softness and the way she trembled in response. Touching her felt so right and made him feel downright explosive. She went utterly still, not moving, not even breathing.
In a raw whisper, he said, “There is absolutely—” he leaned closer “—no possible way—” her eyes drifted shut and she panted for breath “—I’m feeling all this on my own.”
“This?” The word was a mere whisper, sighed against his mouth.
“Lord, you make me hard, Misty.” And then he kissed her.
She held herself stiff for all of about two seconds before her mouth opened and her hands fisted on the lapels of his formal jacket. She moaned, a low, hungry, needy sound.
Morgan, who’d been successfully avoiding her for an entire week, was a goner.
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INSANITY, Misty thought, feeling the hot delicious stroke of Morgan’s tongue, the slide of his large rough hands down her spine. He had her pulled so close, their bodies were practically fused together. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t known this even existed. Lord, the man knew how to kiss, knew how to move his hands and his legs and his…hips. Everything he did, every place he touched her, made her too hot, too hungry. Made her want more. And so far he hadn’t even let his hands wander that far.
But no sooner did that thought filter into her fogged brain than one of those large hands came up over her rib cage to close on her breast.
Her nipples immediately drew tight, and she pulled her mouth away to gasp at the incredible sensations his touch caused.
He groaned harshly, and a rough tremble traveled through his big body.
Stunned, somewhat disoriented by the unbelievable intensity, Misty whispered, “No…”
At that single word, not even said with much conviction, he froze. His hand opened slowly, as if it took great effort to get his fingers to obey. With his face pressed to the place where her shoulder and neck met, he struggled for air, and every muscle—pressed so closely to her—stiffened.
Then he stepped away.
The air positively throbbed between them, but still, he’d stopped the second she’d asked him to. The significance of that didn’t escape her; he was a remarkable man, very much in control of himself. Misty did her best to catch her breath, to stop staring at him in the darkness. She should leave, right now, but she couldn’t seem to get her feet to move. Every nerve ending in her body was still alive in a way she hadn’t known was possible.
“I won’t apologize.”
He sounded breathless, frustrated, on the verge of anger, and she swallowed hard, trying to calm her galloping heart. “I…I didn’t ask you to.”
Still without moving, he added, “This is going to be a problem.”
Again, she asked, “This?”
Several beats of silence passed, then suddenly he moved away from her and he actually laughed. “Come off it, Malone. You felt it as much as I did.” He turned back, looking for verification.
It she assumed was the incredible sexual pull. “If you mean…”
Through his teeth, he said, “I mean I touched you and you got so hot I feel singed. I kissed you and you sucked on my tongue and rubbed up against me and it was like throwing a