Morgan wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his back. Her fingers bit into his shoulders, silently begging for more.
Ty complied, pulling back and sliding forward. Again and again, until her back arched and her legs began to shake. She tightened around him, the very core of her contracting.
He couldn’t ignore the pull. She carried him with her, wresting ecstasy from the deepest part of him.
Ty buried his face into the pillow at her side as he pulsed inside her, unable to control the sounds of passion rushing from his lips.
When he finally caught his breath and lifted his head, Morgan was looking at him with a satisfied cat-like sparkle in her eyes.
“I thought we were supposed to be quiet,” she said.
“I was,” he said, rolling over to his side. He pulled her close, cradling her body against his.
Morgan tilted her chin up to look him in the eye. “That was quiet?”
“Well, quiet-ish.”
“You’re right. I’m sure there was somebody three blocks away who didn’t hear you.” She laughed and propped herself up on her elbows. “So, tacos?”
“A little later,” Ty said, pulling her back down and wrapping his arms around her. “Right now, all I want is this.”
“Me too.” Morgan snuggled her head deep into the hollow of his shoulder.
Ty took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. He knew from a lifetime of experience that there was no such thing as a perfect moment, but he was pretty damn sure that this might be the closest he had ever come.
Chapter Fourteen
Ty couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. He’d dropped off the second his head had hit the pillow.
It was actually the third time his head had been there now that he thought about it.
He’d been there two other times before that evening, but he’d been too absorbed with exploring every inch of Morgan’s beautiful body to even think about sleep.
They’d finally risen twenty minutes after their first round of lovemaking to devour the tacos. They were good. Cold by that time, but still good.
He didn’t have any intention of taking her again after dinner, but the sight of her sitting at the table covered only by his leather jacket, her long bare legs crossed in front of her, her bright hair tousled from exertion, had been too much to resist.
The second she’d finished her last bite, he’d slid that jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
After that, with Morgan’s soft, exhausted body tucked against his side, he’d been satisfied enough to drift off to sleep.
And it appeared stayed there for a while.
He cracked open one eye, just enough to see a trace of faint sunlight beginning to make its way into the warehouse.
Dawn.
Usually he was up before the sun, no matter how long he’d been up the night before. All those years of military training were hard to break, but it seemed that Morgan’s sleepy warmth was enough to persuade him to linger in bed.
Of course, he’d have to wake her up soon. Even though he was half-dreading the conversation they had to have, there was no use putting off the talk any longer. She might hate him for what he was going to do, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Nothing was more important than protecting her, not his months of work, not even her brother.
She was all that mattered.
Ty could only hope that, in time, she would see it that way.
He rolled over, hoping for a few more minutes of spooning against her lush curves before the inevitable fireworks, and his arm smacked against the empty mattress.
Ty shot up. His gaze darted around the room. The sheets on her side of the bed were neatly pulled up. Her crumpled clothes were no longer tossed on the floor. The device was missing too. So was his jacket and gun.
She was gone.
Ty cursed loudly as he sprung from the bed and rushed to pull on his jeans.
She’d gone, and there wasn’t any doubt in his mind to where.
***
Morgan pushed her key into the lock at the back door of Kincaid’s. She slowly turned it, only flinching a little as the deadbolt audibly slid back. She nervously looked around the alleyway behind her…again.
Sure, she’d checked a dozen times before she set foot inside—just like she had the taxi she’d caught outside of Michael’s warehouse drive around the block before dropping her off—but she had the feeling that right now there wasn’t such a thing as too careful.
So far, she hadn’t caught sight of Gregg’s Audi or any other black town cars with sketchy looking men waiting by the curb. It looked like the coast was clear.
Which shouldn’t be all that surprising. It was just past six in the morning. Most of the city was still asleep. The sun was just barely peeking up over the horizon. Morgan couldn’t remember the last time her brother had been awake at this hour of the day.
Not that the reminder was doing anything to calm her nerves. She was still jumpy as hell. And she had the feeling she would be until she was back safely in Ty’s arms.