“Are
you still feeling cold?” he asked, adjusting the heater and
finishing off the contents of his flask.
“Actually,
I’m feeling pretty hot.” She jumped when he started coughing.
“Are you okay?”
He
wiped his mouth. “I’m straight.”
“You
sure?” Syd studied his face as she smoothed her hand over his back.
“Yeah.”
He closed the flask and tucked it back into his pocket. “It’s the
liquor.”
“Huh?”
“The
bourbon.” He patted his pocket. “It’s making you hot.”
“Somehow
I doubt that,” she mumbled.
“What?”
he asked, leaning in closer.
I
doubt it’s the liquor. “Forget it. I’m cold again.” She
burrowed into him.
“You
want me to make you hot?” he asked.
Her
eyes flashed to his and her lips parted.
“I
meant . . .” He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.
“Uh,
I can turn the heat up.”
“No.”
She forced a smile and lowered her gaze. “It’s fine.”
When
his hand caressed her cheek, her eyes closed of their own volition.
Time seemed to stand still. She felt his warm breath on her skin
above her lips. “I think—”
He
slid his thumb down the side of her neck.
She
exhaled. So this is what Terry McMillan meant when she waited to
exhale? “Because this isn’t going anywhere good. You’re
acting like you want to kiss me and I know that’s not true,” she
joked.
He
clenched her hair in his hands and tugged gently.
“How
do you know that?”
She
searched his eyes. “Do you? I mean—do you want to?”
“I
do—and so many other things.”
She
let out a nervous giggle. “I think you’re feeling the effects of
that gasoline you’re drinking, Morgan.”
His
gaze dropped to her mouth as his hand crept up her thigh and rested
on her hip. She jumped in surprise when he squeezed. “Actually, I
don’t believe I’m drunk enough,” he said. “At this point, I
know exactly what I’m doing, which means I’d be held responsible
for my actions.”
Syd
placed her hands on his stomach and felt his taut muscles tighten in
response. “Den would kill you. So would Red.”
Morgan
traced her lips with his thumb. “It may be worth it. Let me . . .”
Then, his mouth was on hers, drawing a low moan from her mouth. The
simple touch of his lips to hers set off a fire in Syd that seemed to
burn brighter and hotter with every second.
She
wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he continued to assault
her senses with his kisses. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip,
demanding entrance, which she happily granted. She gripped a fistful
of his hair as he pulled her onto his lap. He rocked into her,
introducing her to his rock hard erection. She braced her other hand
against the window as she grinded into him. He trailed hot, wet
kisses down her throat and cupped her breasts in his hands. As his
thumbs traced her nipples, she cried out and he captured her cry with
his hot mouth.
Reluctantly,
she tried to pull away, but he latched onto her bottom lip with his
teeth and sucked. He obviously wasn’t ready for this to end . . .
neither was she.
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