The Reality of Everything - Rebecca Yarros Page 0,122
my bed for the last three weeks—whenever we managed alone time—and I could never get enough. I always wanted one more touch, one more kiss, one more…everything.
“Jackson Montgomery, I know you’re not looking at me like that with your daughter in the next room,” she whispered with a little grin.
“Looking at you how?” I teased, sliding my hand down the small of her back. This sundress was going to be the death of me. It was the same one she’d been wearing the day I met her, and I was dying to know what underwear she had on under it.
“Like you’re not thinking wholesome thoughts.” She arched an eyebrow but lifted her hands to twine behind my neck.
I lowered my head so I could whisper in her ear. “Wholesome? I’m thinking of a whole lot of ways to get you out of that dress, if that counts.” I ran my teeth along the shell of her ear, and she shivered.
“Jackson,” she warned in that breathless way that wasn’t a warning at all.
“Morgan.” I pulled her hips against me and kissed the spot just beneath her ear.
“Mmmm.” She tilted her head so I took the spot just beneath that one, which happened to be ultrasensitive on her neck. Her breath hitched, and her pulse picked up beneath my lips.
“You smell incredible. What is that? Vanilla?” I took another nibble.
She gasped, then pushed out of my arms and made a fuss over her dress as her cheeks tinged pink. “Cookie dough.”
“No wonder you taste extra sweet today.” I smirked, knowing she wasn’t as unaffected as she tried to look. “Get over here and let me kiss you.”
Her eyes widened as her gaze darted to the living room. “Finley is going to be back down here any second.”
“And?” I moved forward, and she danced backward, just out of my grasp.
“And she’ll see!” She pulled the dining room chair between us, like that flimsy little thing would keep me away.
“And?” I restated as she backed her way around the table, toward the sliding glass door. I skirted the chair, and she made a mad dash for the other side of the table, putting her right back where I’d started.
“You cannot be serious.” She folded her arms across her chest, which lifted the swells of her breasts to her neckline and made me groan.
“I happen to think it’s pretty healthy for a kid to see her dad madly in love.” I held her gaze so she knew I meant every word. I had no problem with Fin seeing me kiss Morgan. It wasn’t like we were getting hot and heavy, but Morgan had kept a five-foot distance from me whenever Fin was in the room after the whole bursting-in-post-orgasm thing Memorial Day weekend. “And I am deeply, madly, wickedly in love with you, Morgan Bartley.”
Her lips parted, and her posture softened just like it did every time I told her that.
I pounced, swinging onto the table and sliding straight across to land in front of Morgan. She gasped as I caged her, putting my hands on the bar on either side of her.
“You aren’t human.” The spark in her eyes was the stuff dreams were made of.
“Kiss me.” I dropped my voice and leaned my body against hers.
She melted and her head tipped up, but she didn’t make her move.
“I don’t care if Fin sees you kiss me. Hell, it would probably give her the only example she’s ever had of what a healthy relationship looks like.” I ran my lips up her jaw as Finley stomped around above us in her room.
“Is that your reason? Or your excuse?” she questioned, her hands fisting in the fabric of my flight suit.
“The only reason I ever need to kiss you is because I want to. And I always want to. You consume an inappropriate amount of my thoughts.”
“My thoughts about you are usually inappropriate, so I think we’re well matched.” Her head fell to the side, and I pressed an openmouthed kiss against her throat, listening for footsteps. Kissing Morgan in front of Fin was one thing, but getting caught in the act of seducing her was another.
“How inappropriate?” I asked against her neck. “Are we talking R rating or NC-17?” I lifted my head slightly.
She turned her face so our lips were a breath apart. “I’ll let you use your imagination.”
My heart rate kicked up. “You’d be surprised at the things I can imagine.”