Troublemaker - Lisa B. Kamps Page 0,49

leaned up on her toes and pressed her mouth against the base of my throat.

My arms automatically went around her, pulling her body flush against mine. Her small whimper mixed with my lower growl when I caught her mouth with mine and kissed. Long and deep, like I'd never be able to get enough her.

For all I knew, I could spend a lifetime kissing this woman and it would never be enough.

Somewhere in the back of my mind was the realization that alarm bells should be going off. Should be, but weren't. I'd never used lifetime in the same sentence with woman before. In fact, I'd gone to great lengths to never use those two words in the same paragraph, let alone same sentence. That alone should be enough to create an entire symphony of alarm bells to be sounding but it didn't.

And I didn't care.

I also wondered—for maybe one-millionth of a second—if Morgan was trying to keep me from asking any more questions by kissing me. If she was, I was all for it. Questions could wait, especially when she pressed her body even closer and rocked her searching hips against me.

My cock was so hard it was actually painful. I swallowed back a groan and fought for control when all I wanted to do was throw Morgan to the floor and make her mine. Maybe that was a bit too primitive but it was exactly how I felt and I deliberately put some space between us before I did exactly that.

At least, I tried to. Morgan wasn't having any of it because she moved with me, our bodies still pressed together like we'd been surgically attached. I palmed her face with my hands and tilted her head back then deepened the kiss, memorizing every little sound she made as our tongues swirled together.

It was like we'd never kissed before and like we'd been kissing forever at the same time. It was an odd feeling, both disorienting and calming and somehow right at the same time. Like we'd been made for each other.

And no, that thought didn't send alarm bells screeching through my head either although it probably should. It sure as hell would have before. But not with Morgan.

She was perfect for me, a thought I'd been dancing around for the last two weeks. It didn't make sense. We hadn't been together long, there were still a hundred different things I didn't know about her.

But I didn't care. I just knew how I felt—

And I knew it felt right.

I reached between us and somehow managed to shrug out of my suit jacket and dress shirt. Her hands drifted across my bare chest, flesh burning flesh with each caress. The tips of her fingers lightly traced the outline of the tattoo on my chest, like she had somehow already memorized the lines of the crossed hockey sticks and flaming puck I'd been stupid enough to get right after I'd been drafted.

The light touch of her fingers wasn't enough. I wanted more, needed more. I snagged the hem of her shirt and drew it up, my knuckles grazing the bare flesh of her sides with each inch. I broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over her head, then leaned down to claim her mouth once more. My fingers traced the lacy strap of her bra, around to the simple clasp at the back. One snap and the clasp was undone, the material falling down around her with a little help from my hands.

She shimmied her arms from the straps and the bra fell between us. Then she was pressed against me again, soft and warm and mine.

I tightened my hands around her hips and lifted her, then swallowed her soft cry of surprise as I carried her toward the island counter. Fingers dug into my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my waist, damn near sending me over the edge when she rocked against me.

The bed wasn't far and it would be simple enough to carry her there. Five seconds, max. But five seconds was too long, especially when I needed her now.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed my wallet, blindly searching for the condom I always kept there. Yeah, maybe it was cliché as hell but it was something I'd had drilled into me since I was fifteen.

I'd never been more thankful for that advice than I was now because I honestly didn't think I'd survive the trip to my nightstand to get one.

I sat