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anyone. Not even my own brothers,” I said.

I was afraid to get close to someone. Afraid to lose absolutely everything. I was even afraid to admit it to her.

I looked at her, leaning against the hotel dresser about eight feet away from me. Her face softened when I mentioned the war. She lost that furrow in her brow and the tight line of her mouth grew back to its full, soft curve. Morgan came to sit beside me on the bed. I could feel the heat of her beside me, could smell her skin and her hair. I wanted to run my mouth all over her body. I wanted to try to make it all up to her however I could. I wanted to worship every inch of her and drive deep inside her, and make her come until she thought she’d lose her mind. My heart raced at once in response to her nearness. When her small fingers crept over my hand and held it, I grew hard at her slightest touch. She meant to comfort me, probably, but instead she was setting my blood on fire, which sounds uncomfortable, and it was. It was like being lowered into the pit of hell, just trying to keep myself still as she sat so close to me. My arousal burned, and my desire roared in my head with the loud drumbeat of my hammering pulse. My need for her was a life thing, wild and monstrous, and aching to claim her body and soul.

There was nothing I had ever wanted in my entire life the way I wanted Morgan at that moment. I couldn’t resist her. Not even for a minute. I leaned in and claimed her mouth. Her lips parted under mine and my tongue swept in. God, she felt amazing. She tasted like exactly what I needed. My fingers skated down her sensitive neck and I savored the shiver that ran through her. She arched toward me, and I slid my hand down until I could cup her breast. It was full and heavy in my hand, her nipple hardening at the barest touch from my thumb. She was so responsive to me, and the way she leaned into me was every kind of yes I wanted from her. My tongue stroked in her mouth, and her small moan was delicious to me.

Chapter 19

Morgan

My fingers curled into his auburn hair as he kissed me. This was exactly the intoxicating pull that I had tried to convince myself was only a fantasy. But it was real as the pounding of my heart and the warmth of his arm sliding around me. I just sank into him. The ridges of his hard chest, the big, muscular arms wrapping me up. He held me to him for a minute, just breathing raggedly in and out and holding me close like I was something incredibly precious to him.

Then Billy was kissing my hair and my forehead, my cheeks and my lips. He cupped my face in his hands and murmured, “So beautiful. My beautiful Morgan,” and kissed me again. If we had been in a movie, I would’ve swooned, just let my knees go weak and collapsed in his arms. Fortunately we were on a bed, which was convenient for my purposes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him down to the mattress. We lay facing each other. Billy stroked my face, his gentleness moving me to the point of feeling so vulnerable I had to look away. When he touched me that way, so softly, it felt too much, too intense. I couldn’t feel that way about him so soon. I was glad we’d cleared up the misunderstanding between us, and we were about to have excellent make-up sex, but I couldn’t read too much into it. I couldn’t be giving in to capital-letter-Feelings just because a hot guy touched my face.

Still, the desire rolled through me like a wildfire when he mouthed my nipple through my shirt. His hot, wet mouth consumed me, drawing my nipple and part of my breast between his lips, drawing hard on me and sending sparks of sensation in sharp jolts along my skin. I made a noise that should’ve embarrassed me, but I was way too far gone at that point. I just dug my nails into his broad shoulders and arched into his mouth so he could take more. My head fell back as he sucked my nipple, the wet