“The last thing I need today is more gossip.” Jessica finally managed to twist out of his arms. “We should go back outside.”
“If you say so.” Morgan caught her hand as she turned away, but didn’t stop her. She felt very virtuous as she led him back toward the patio. They were almost out of the kitchen when he gave a sudden tug and wrapped his arms back around her.
“Sshhh.” There was laughter in his voice.
Before she knew it, he had pulled her into the pantry and shut the door. He crowded her up against the wall, lips finding hers unerringly in the dark. She tried to protest, but he simply deepened the kiss until her arms went around his neck. The pantry was cool and dark, but the warmth of the sun lingered on Morgan’s skin. She pressed herself against him, trying to absorb the heat, to beat back the cold edges of fear that assailed her. When he pulled away, the cold pressed in around her, chilling the places he was no longer touching.
He pushed down her shorts, his mouth trailing fire down her belly as he stooped to remove them. He pressed a warm kiss just under her navel as he tossed the shorts aside, then he was pushing her thighs apart and stoking the flames even lower. She gasped, fisting her hands in his hair, but it wasn’t what she wanted. She was cold, and she didn’t want to do this alone.
His thumbs pressed into her thighs, pushing them farther apart. His tongue made a devastatingly gentle swipe.
“Morgan.” It came out a hoarse whisper.
“Jessie.” It was almost a sigh and the warmth of his breath melted her.
When he pressed his mouth back against her, her eyes rolled back. She tugged at his hair.
She couldn’t find words, couldn’t ask him for what she wanted. Him. All of him. Heat and sunshine.
He must have heard something, because his lips were back on her belly, her throat, then locked on hers. She felt him reach between them, pulling at his own clothes. His hands slid down her hips and reached to cup her bottom, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around him. She could feel him underneath her, hard and ready. He braced her between his body and the wall, lifted her even higher, then slid her down, inch by excruciating inch.
She sank onto him, impatient and needy, forgetting everything except his heat slowly sinking into her. It was exactly what she wanted — his body in hers, hot and hard, warming her from the inside out.
“You kids stay out of the house while you’re wet. I’ll find the chips.”
Jessica’s eyes flew open at the sound of Bitsy’s voice. Morgan had gone still. She clutched at his shoulders, straining to hear what was going on outside the pantry.
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