The Right One - Felice Stevens Page 0,40

him.

And not just a kiss.

A kiss so intense, so fucking glorious, it was like coming up out of the water after being unable to breathe. It all came roaring back to Leo then. The hungry, greedy desire to possess Morgan. How could he think he’d forget the delicious taste of Morgan, like honey and chocolate, or the touch of his raspy, hot skin, the memory of which even now made his dick ache. Leo could neither deny nor forget his desperate craving to seal his mouth to Morgan’s and feel those soft lips yielding to him. Taste the wet sweep of his tongue.

He’d exploded and kissed Morgan like a ferocious beast, wanting to drown in him, crawl inside the man and lock himself away. And Morgan, God help him, had responded at first, shocking Leo. That sweetness had been his for only a moment before Morgan pulled away from him.

So what was Morgan Cantrell doing in his bed?

First, he needed to take a piss and wash his face. Gingerly, he slid off the bed, and holding on to the wall, made his way into the bathroom, where he decided the smartest thing to do to try and clear the cobwebs from his brain was to take a shower.

Alternating hot and cold water woke him up, but unfortunately, it was to the fact that something had taken up residence and died inside his head. That, and Morgan was still asleep in his bed. Leo dried himself off and returned to the bedroom to get dressed.

“I’m surprised you’re awake and it’s not even noon.”

Holding a pair of boxers, Leo whirled around. Too late, he remembered he was stark naked, and he quickly donned the underwear, but he did catch Morgan sneaking a look at his crotch but quickly averting his eyes. Leo’s lips twitched, but he said nothing.

“I’m surprised you’re here in the first place.”

Face flaming, Morgan threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“You’re welcome for bringing you home in one piece. But don’t worry. I won’t be in your way for too long. I’m going to use your bathroom and then go home.”

Careful not to move his eyes too quickly, Leo sought out the digital clock at his bedside and winced. Ten o’clock? Shit.

“Listen…I-I’m sorry. That was a dick thing to say.”

Morgan shrugged. “I’m used to it from you.”

The man had a point. “Well, I’m still trying to apologize.”

“For what, exactly?” Morgan met his eyes, and Leo was surprised to see compassion along with concern. “Do you have any recollection as to what happened last night?”

Feeling a little queasy, Leo joined him on the bed. “Some of it…like being in the backyard and drinking too many beers.”

“Peter told me five that he counted.”

Leo winced. “That would explain it. I don’t think I was even there an hour.”

“Anything else?” Morgan asked, caution edging his voice.

Oh, yeah. I fucking attacked your mouth like it was a Tootsie Pop.

“Uh…no, not really. Everything is pretty fuzzy.”

He couldn’t tell if relief or dismay washed over Morgan’s face.

“Well, I’ll fill you in. You puked your guts out in the bathroom, and after I helped you brush your teeth and got you out of there with Peter and Georgie’s help, we came home in Georgie’s car. Peter and I dragged your sorry ass in here, and then you asked me to stay.” He lifted his chin defiantly, and Leo had another flashback of the two of them sitting together and taking that stubborn chin in hand as he ravaged Morgan’s mouth. He licked his lips, and Morgan zeroed in on his movements.

He’s waiting for me to say something, but I can’t because I’m a fucking coward.

“I’m sorry I messed up your evening.”

“It was nothing. Your friends are nice. Peter said to tell you he’s going to bring your bike today.”

“Listen—”

“No, I’d better get going.” Morgan bent to put on his sneakers.

Leo’s phone rang, and at the sight of his mother’s number, alarm zinged through him. He grabbed the phone. “Mom?”

“It’s Natalia, Mr. Leo.” His mother’s aide cried loudly in his ear. “Your mother, she’s in a bad way.” Her voice cracked with fear.

He shouldn’t give a damn. He should tell her to call an ambulance and have her taken to the hospital. He should.

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s refusing to take her medicine, and she’s screaming, saying you never loved her. No one loves her. I tried to calm her down, but I don’t know what to do. I’m afraid she’ll have another stroke