The Trouble With Temptation (Second Service Book 3) by Adrienne Bell Page A

forward, moving his hips right up against her kneecaps.
    “But you’re valuable to me,” he said. “And the more time I spend with you, Morgan, the more valuable you become.”
    He rested his hands on the tops of her thighs and slowly pushed them up to the curve of her waist. She drew in a long breath.
    “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise,” he said, pulling her close. “But you’re going to have to trust me. Okay?”
    “O-okay.”
    Ty lowered her down to the floor, and looked down into her big caramel-brown eyes. “Right now, the best thing is for you to get a little sleep while I come up with a plan for what to do next.”
    Morgan bit into her lower lip. “Okay.”
    Ty slowly pulled his hands back and forced himself to take a step away. “You can take the bedroom.”
    “Okay,” she said with a slow nod. She didn’t move.
    Ty balled his hands into fists at his side and willed himself not to move forward. Not to wrap his arms around her, lift her back on top of that counter and kiss her so hard she didn’t care what his real name was.
    Ty swallowed hard. “It’s for the best.”
    “Yeah,” Morgan said. She finally turned and started walking out of the kitchen.
    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.
     
     
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    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.