She made it three steps before she stopped.
“Oh screw what’s best,” she muttered under her breath.
Morgan pivoted around on her heel. She met him halfway across the floor. Her arms wrapped around his neck. A fraction of a second later, her lips crashed against his.
***
Dear God, he felt good.
Morgan wrapped her arms around Ty’s shoulders and pressed herself against him. Her hands traveled up his hard back. Her fingers tangled in his hair. She was desperate to touch all of him. Every part of him, all at once, if it was possible.
Morgan didn’t know where this fever was coming from. Sure, she burned hot for Ty. Who wouldn’t? Every look the man gave promised the kind of slow, deliberate pleasure that made her knees go wobbly. She’d tasted it in his kiss once before. He wasn’t fooling around. The man was practically a walking sex god.
But she’d been able to resist the urge to act like a lust-crazed lunatic before.
Okay, the last time they’d kissed there had been a row of armed thugs watching them, and, if that didn’t cool a girl’s passion, Morgan didn’t know what would.
She would have thought the same would be true of surviving an attempt on her life, but apparently, it was just the opposite. If anything, her blood burned hotter.
So what if her life was in shambles? She could deal with the wreckage tomorrow morning. Right now, she burned with desire. Desire for Ty. Desire for comfort, for pleasure, for anything other than the fear and pain that threatened to overwhelm her. Right now, she needed to feel something powerful just to prove that she was still alive.
Morgan’s heart pounded as Ty responded to her kiss. His hands gripped her hips and lifted her up. Instinctually, she wrapped her legs around him.
He sucked her lower lip between his teeth, teasing it as he sat her back down on the counter. He pulled her closer, his hand cradling the back of her neck as he intensified the kiss.
Then his lips went lower. Morgan’s head fell back as Ty’s mouth found the column of her neck. Hard stubble rubbed against her tender skin, but Morgan didn’t care. She was hungry for more of him…all of him.
She pulled her shoulders back, arching her back and flattening her breasts against the hard plane of his chest. He let go of her just long enough to bring his hands down to her knees. He slowly pushed the fabric of her skirt back, inch by inch. He stepped into the empty space.
Morgan’s eyes popped open and a rush of breath escaped her lips as the hard outline of his cock pressed against the juncture of her thighs. She looked into his quickly darkening eyes and was surprised by what she saw there.
He wanted her. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him. This wasn’t an act. It wasn’t a part he played for his undercover work. He didn’t want something from her. He wanted her.
Badly.
Acting on instinct, Morgan tilted her hips, rubbing her body against his. Ty’s fingers curled into the flesh of her hips.
A surge of satisfaction rushed through Morgan at the effect she had on him.
She did it again, and was rewarded with a deep, guttural moan. She smiled in victory, but it quickly faded as his hands slid down the inside of her thighs to the edge of her panties. She gasped for air as he slipped one finger underneath.
“Oh God, Morgan,” he whispered, going stock still. He rested his forehead against hers. “You’re so damned wet.”
His fingers curled into the material and slowly dragged the thin silk fabric down her legs. Morgan sucked in a sharp breath as Ty fell to his knees. Her fingers wound through the thick, dark strands of his hair as his lips closed around her clit.
Stars appeared behind her eyelids. She held on to him—barely breathing some moments, gulping great lungfuls others.
Morgan struggled to keep her perch on the edge of the counter. Her legs shook. Her arms trembled. Her strength threatened to leave her at any second.
And then his fingers joined the mix, and she was lost. Morgan cried out as her body clenched around him, but she didn’t fall. He effortlessly held her weight on his shoulders, but he didn’t give her time to soak in the satisfaction.
A moment later, he slid back up through her open legs. One arm hooked under her ass, the other around her back. None of the intensity had faded from his kiss. If anything, it had increased. She could practically feel the passion buzzing inside of him. And it was contagious. The fire inside her reignited almost instantly.
Morgan gave a little gasp as Ty lifted her off of the counter. She pulled her head back.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
He arched a single dark brow. Do you really have to ask, he seemed to say.
Oh, yeah. The bedroom. Morgan guessed a nice pillow-top was more comfortable than a granite counter. Not that she had any complaints.