front of that limo for me. It just exploded my world.” He nuzzled into the thick strands of her hair. “You’re so small and yet so strong. Strong in ways I’m not, Laura….”
His mouth hungrily trailed a path of fire from her temple to her cheek. “Morgan,” she breathed, lifting her lips to his assault, and felt his mouth claim hers with fiery urgency, drinking her into his soul. Surrendering to him, she relaxed within his powerful grip, spiraling into a cauldron of simmering desire. Eagerly she returned his kiss, matching his hunger with her own. He was at once demanding, claiming her, stealing her breath—her heart—as his sweet assault continued. Her senses reeled until her limbs felt weak beneath his onslaught.
Tearing his mouth from hers, Morgan staggered back a step, surprised at his own ferocity and need. Laura swayed uncertainly in his arms, and he gripped her, staring down at her sultry blue eyes, flecked with fire. Her lips were pouty from the strength of his kiss, glistening and wanton in the aftermath. And when her lashes slowly lifted and her eyes met his, it was her soft smile that reached his heavily walled heart.
Laura held his unsure gaze, his gray eyes narrowed and stormy. She cradled his face between her hands. “Don’t say you’re sorry, because I’m not,” she murmured unsteadily. “This has been coming ever since we met….”
Morgan stared at her. “And you’re not sorry it happened,” he said wryly.
“No. No regrets, Morgan.” Making a supreme effort, she locked her knees so that she could stand upright. His kiss had shaken her deeply. Allowing her hands to leave his face, she gripped his upper arms. “But right now, more important things have to be addressed.”
With her hair mussed she looked wanton. Morgan got a grip on himself. The kiss had been explosive, melding them to each other. “There’s not much else left to be addressed,” he told her thickly.
Her eyes blazed with indignation. “Oh, yes, there is, Morgan.” She pulled out of his arms, noting the surprise on his face at her throaty response. “Come on, let’s sit down and talk.”
Chapter Six
“Y ou know that Armstrong and his cronies framed you. So what are you going to do about it?” Laura asked. She sat down at the table, watching Morgan’s face closely. Her heart squeezed with fresh pain as she saw tears in his eyes for just a moment before he forced them away.
Sasha whined and came over, resting her massive head in Laura’s lap, as if to give her comfort. Absently she patted the dog.
“Morgan?”
He sat down heavily. “I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“You mean you were just going to disappear back to France after I got my sight back?” The idea of Morgan leaving her was unbearable. They were so close in so many ways—even if their bond was only a week old. Laura reached out and gripped his hand.
“I wasn’t going anywhere until I was sure you had your sight back,” he muttered, his voice low with feeling.
“Out of duty to me?” Laura guessed.
“At first it was. But getting to know you, I’ve stayed because I care about you, Laura. I’ll never regret that decision,” he said, giving her a sad smile.
“And if my sight returns, you’ll leave?” She held her breath, wanting him to say no. Wanting him to recognize that there was something good and positive between them as a man and woman that transcended duty.
Morgan looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold together his unraveling emotions. “I—” With a shake of his head he confessed, “I’m not sure what I was going to do, Laura.”
She leaned forward, sliding her hand into his. “Why?”
Her voice reminded him of a whisper of breeze through a meadow in summertime. “I know it hasn’t been long, but there’s something between us, something that’s been missing in my life for as long as I can remember.” He studied her long, slender fingers, wondering what it would be like to love her. “Maybe I’m
His mouth hungrily trailed a path of fire from her temple to her cheek. “Morgan,” she breathed, lifting her lips to his assault, and felt his mouth claim hers with fiery urgency, drinking her into his soul. Surrendering to him, she relaxed within his powerful grip, spiraling into a cauldron of simmering desire. Eagerly she returned his kiss, matching his hunger with her own. He was at once demanding, claiming her, stealing her breath—her heart—as his sweet assault continued. Her senses reeled until her limbs felt weak beneath his onslaught.
Tearing his mouth from hers, Morgan staggered back a step, surprised at his own ferocity and need. Laura swayed uncertainly in his arms, and he gripped her, staring down at her sultry blue eyes, flecked with fire. Her lips were pouty from the strength of his kiss, glistening and wanton in the aftermath. And when her lashes slowly lifted and her eyes met his, it was her soft smile that reached his heavily walled heart.
Laura held his unsure gaze, his gray eyes narrowed and stormy. She cradled his face between her hands. “Don’t say you’re sorry, because I’m not,” she murmured unsteadily. “This has been coming ever since we met….”
Morgan stared at her. “And you’re not sorry it happened,” he said wryly.
“No. No regrets, Morgan.” Making a supreme effort, she locked her knees so that she could stand upright. His kiss had shaken her deeply. Allowing her hands to leave his face, she gripped his upper arms. “But right now, more important things have to be addressed.”
With her hair mussed she looked wanton. Morgan got a grip on himself. The kiss had been explosive, melding them to each other. “There’s not much else left to be addressed,” he told her thickly.
Her eyes blazed with indignation. “Oh, yes, there is, Morgan.” She pulled out of his arms, noting the surprise on his face at her throaty response. “Come on, let’s sit down and talk.”
Chapter Six
“Y ou know that Armstrong and his cronies framed you. So what are you going to do about it?” Laura asked. She sat down at the table, watching Morgan’s face closely. Her heart squeezed with fresh pain as she saw tears in his eyes for just a moment before he forced them away.
Sasha whined and came over, resting her massive head in Laura’s lap, as if to give her comfort. Absently she patted the dog.
“Morgan?”
He sat down heavily. “I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“You mean you were just going to disappear back to France after I got my sight back?” The idea of Morgan leaving her was unbearable. They were so close in so many ways—even if their bond was only a week old. Laura reached out and gripped his hand.
“I wasn’t going anywhere until I was sure you had your sight back,” he muttered, his voice low with feeling.
“Out of duty to me?” Laura guessed.
“At first it was. But getting to know you, I’ve stayed because I care about you, Laura. I’ll never regret that decision,” he said, giving her a sad smile.
“And if my sight returns, you’ll leave?” She held her breath, wanting him to say no. Wanting him to recognize that there was something good and positive between them as a man and woman that transcended duty.
Morgan looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold together his unraveling emotions. “I—” With a shake of his head he confessed, “I’m not sure what I was going to do, Laura.”
She leaned forward, sliding her hand into his. “Why?”
Her voice reminded him of a whisper of breeze through a meadow in summertime. “I know it hasn’t been long, but there’s something between us, something that’s been missing in my life for as long as I can remember.” He studied her long, slender fingers, wondering what it would be like to love her. “Maybe I’m
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