Monroe, Marla - The Edge of Night [The Protectors 3](Siren Publishing Classic) by Marla Monroe Read Free Book Online Page A

neck.
    “Don’t do that!” he thundered.
    “Don’t sneak up on me then,” she yelled.
    “I didn’t sneak up on you. You opened the door.”
    “I needed to let some of the steam out so I could see to dry my hair. Now I can’t get the stupid dryer to work.”
    He could hear the tears in her voice and knew they were just before falling. Shit, her hormones were kicking in. He fiddled with the surge protector on the wall and turned the dryer on for her.
    “Here you go,” he yelled over the noise of the dryer.
    “Thanks.” She took it and began blowing her hair.
    Morgan took a face full of hot air and quickly stepped out of the bathroom. He realized he hadn’t even gotten a good look at what her hair looked like. Shrugging, he decided to jump in the shower while she was drying her hair. With the door open, the steam wouldn’t be a problem. He’d get a little bit of a draft, but he could handle that.
    He stripped off his jeans, boxers, and socks. When he walked back into the bathroom, he saw her eyes widen in the mirror. She turned around, dropping the hair dryer to waist height. Morgan yelped and covered his cock and balls with his hands.
    “Damn it, Amanda. Watch where you point that thing!”
    “I could say the same thing to you. What are you doing in here naked?”
    “I’m going to take a shower. I’m hot and sweaty. No reason to wait since you’re just drying your hair now,” Morgan said.
    “But you’re naked,” she pointed out and shut off the dryer.
    “So? You’ve seen me before.”
    “Um, not really.”
    He spread his hands wide. “Then look your fill,” he said with a mischievous grin.
    When she did just that and turned beet red, he couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t the right thing to do. She stomped over and poked him in the chest.
    “Don’t laugh at me.”
    He grabbed her finger and brought it to his lips. He kissed it, then drew it into his mouth, where he swirled his tongue around it and sucked. He watched her eyes widen, then drop to half-mast. She responded so well to him. He nipped the end of her finger, then spread openmouthed kisses across her palm to her pulse at her wrist. He gently bit there, then licked it.
    “Um, you were going to take a shower?” she began.
    “So I was,” he said in a near whisper.
    Instead of letting go of her hand, he pulled her closer to him. He tugged on the towel until it released and he held it in his hand. She grabbed for it, but he threw it out of the bathroom and stepped in front of the door to block her path.
    “Why don’t you join me in the shower?” he asked in a low voice.
    He had no idea what he was doing. She was pregnant, for Christ’s sake. It should have been like a bucket of cold water thrown on him and cooled off his libido, but it didn’t seem to affect him. If anything, it made him want her more. What was wrong with him?
    “I…I don’t think that is a good idea. I need to dry my hair and see if I need to cut any more of it off.” She extracted her hand from his and took a step back, only to come up against the vanity.
    Morgan took a step forward and closed the gap. His cock rested against her belly. Her breasts stood out and touched his chest. Her elongated nipples hardened at the touch of his chest hair. He leaned in toward her and planted a hand on either side of her against the vanity. Her back bowed as she arched away from him, only to push her pelvis harder against his cock and balls. She stilled, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. He could tell she didn’t know what to do.
    “I want you. I shouldn’t. You’re carrying another man’s baby, but I still want you.” He ran his tongue around her lips and nearly moaned when her tongue reached out and licked her lips afterward.
    “It’s not me you want. It’s sex. Men don’t care who the woman is. They just want somewhere to put their dick,” she said in a bitter voice.
    “Believe me. It’s you I want. I love the way you whimper when you’re frustrated. I