Apparently, she was a woman that inspired strong devotion. He’d seen how she had this whole place wrapped around her finger. Everyone here had bent over backwards to help her. There was something almost magical about her. Something that made you want to help.
Maybe it was the joy in her eyes. Maybe it was the honesty. The open acceptance.
Hell, it didn’t matter why. He could waste his time trying to figure out why Morgan was so different, why she had embedded so deeply in his heart, but it didn’t make any difference.
All that mattered was that she was there. And that he had every intention of keeping his promise. He would do anything to keep her safe.
Anything.
Even the one thing she’d hate him for.
It didn’t matter. It was time to end this game. Michael was right about one thing. Any risk was too high.
Tomorrow, instead of driving her to the club, he was taking her to his office. He’d carry her into protective custody kicking and screaming if he had to.
Because only she mattered. Only Morgan.
One day she’d understand. She’d have to. Once she knew what she meant to him.
So, he’d show her. It was as easy as that. If he couldn’t make her understand with words, he’d show her exactly how much he cherished her.
Ty opened the door to Michael’s makeshift apartment and found Morgan standing over the small table pushed into the corner—the only one that wasn’t covered with computer boards and wires—setting down paper plates piled with corn tortillas and shredded meat. She turned and smiled.
“I’ve got tacos,” she said. Her wide brown eyes glistened like amber in the overhead lights. “Looks pretty tasty, right?”
Sudden heat spread through Ty at the sight of her. He took a step toward her. And another.
“You have no idea.”
He wasn’t talking about dinner.
Morgan bit into her lower lip. Her fingers rose up to twirl in her bright hair.
“But the tacos—”
“Will wait.” Ty wrapped an arm around the deep curve of her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. “Now where were we before we were interrupted?”
“Building a robot,” she said with a sly smile.
“No, not that.” He wrapped his other hand around the nape of her neck. He tilted his head until his lips were a fraction of an inch away from hers. “That’s right. I was about to kiss you.”
“Like hell.” Her sweet breath washed over his mouth. “I was about to kiss you.”
She lifted up on tiptoes, closing the distance between them. Her mouth opened and caught his lower lip between hers.
And just like that, Ty didn’t care who remembered right.
Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck. Without breaking free, Ty turned her around and guided her to the bed in the center of the room. Her knees buckled as they pressed against the edge of the mattress, and he controlled her fall.
He glanced up just to make sure the blinds were closed. He might say that he didn’t care who knew how much he wanted Morgan, but that didn’t mean he wanted them pressed up against the windows watching.
Satisfied that they had as much privacy as they could expect in a warehouse, he joined her on the bed, pulling his shirt off as he went. Hers was the next to go. Then her shoes. Her pants. Her bra. Anything that got between her magnificent body and his touch.
She giggled as he slowly slid the panties from her hips. He silenced her with a finger over her lips.
“Shhh,” he whispered with a wicked smile. He slid his hand down the length of her body, over the tips of her nipples and the soft skin of her belly. “These walls are paper thin and there are a lot of people out there.”
Morgan playfully swatted him with her palm. “You expect me to be quiet when you’re doing this?”
“Consider it a challenge.”
He pressed his hand between her legs. His fingertips sunk into her wetness. He traced a lazy circle around her clit.
Her fingers curled into the covers. Her back arched and a surge of satisfaction swept through Ty just knowing that he was the one making her feel this way. Her mouth was open, her breathing hard, but she barely made a sound.
After a few more swirls, he slowed his hand. “Impressive.”
“Oh, yeah?” Morgan opened her eyes. The corner of her lips curled up. “Let’s see how you do.”
Her fingers flew to his fly. She undid the zipper and slid her hands beneath the thick denim, cupping her palm around his length.
Ty bit his lip hard as she began to stroke, slow at first, then faster. A small groan escaped as she lightly twirled the pad of her thumb over the head.
“Tsk, tsk,” she whispered with a laugh. “People could be listening, you know.”
It was all he could take. Ty stood and kicked off his jeans. “Then let’s give them something to listen to.”
He pulled protection out of his pocket and was back between her thighs in a heartbeat. He pressed forward, sinking deep into her heat. It took everything inside him not to moan in pleasure.
She was heaven. He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted her. Even buried within her, he wanted more. It would never be enough, he realized. He would never have his fill.