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

need to hear those little moans you make when you’re getting turned on. I crave the taste of your sweet pussy when you climax. It’s you I want.” He nipped at her chin, then kissed the corner of her mouth.
    A soft “ah” came from her mouth. Then she pushed at his chest with her hands, turning her face away from his kisses.
    “Stop it. I can’t do this. Not now.”
    Morgan stilled and drew in a shaky breath before slowly taking a step back. He didn’t force sex on anyone. She wanted him, though. He could have pressed and had her begging him to fuck her, but he didn’t want her like that. Hell, why did he want her in the first place? He needed to get her to where she was going and put it all behind him. He needed a pregnant woman like he needed a hole in the head.
    He stepped into the shower and turned on the water, not making a sound when the cold came out first. It helped cool him off a little, but truthfully, nothing would cool him off of needing her but a good fuck, and she’d said no. Thoughts of another woman pregnant with their child flashed before his eyes. For the first time, he could remember her without feeling as if he would suffocate. Even though many of the memories and some of the pain had dulled, he’d always felt like he was smothering when he thought about Wanda and their unborn child, gone because of a faulty brake pedal.
    He often wondered, if he’d been there, if he could have safely stopped the car or if he’d be dead along with them. At first, that was exactly where he had wanted to be. Time dimmed the guilt at not being there to some extent. They called it survivor’s guilt, but what he’d been doing for the last year hadn’t been surviving. He’d merely been existing in a bottle until just recently.
    Now, here he was with another pregnant woman depending on him to help her, and all he could think about was fucking her right then. Maybe that wasn’t all he thought about. He wondered what she was going to do when she got to wherever she was going. They needed to talk about that, too. They needed a plan, and that meant she needed to be totally honest with him this time. For some reason, around her, his bullshit meter didn’t work.
    He heard the dryer turn on as he soaped up and began cleaning some of the road grime off of him. He took his time so she could finish drying her hair and leave. If he opened the curtains and found her still standing there, with or without a towel, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from seducing her. When he heard the dryer go off, he waited another five minutes before sticking his head around the curtain and making sure the coast was clear.
    Finding the bathroom empty, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack as he did. He made short work of drying off and wrapped the towel around his waist before opening the bathroom door to the much cooler air of the room—the empty room. Shit.

Chapter Six

    Amanda looked at her hair one last time before sighing and walking out of the bathroom. She softly closed the door to keep the warm air inside now that she was finished. Her hair didn’t look too bad. With the weight off of it, it curled even more, and the brown wasn’t too much different from her hair’s natural auburn color. The only problem that she could see was her eye color. Very few people had bright blue eyes with brown hair. She would need a pair of sunglasses and to keep them on as much as possible.
    The clothes were so different from what she was used to wearing. They were much more revealing and made her even more aware of her body than before. Just being around Morgan kept her body tingling and aware of him all the time. Now she would be self-conscious about the amount of skin showing. At least she could wear the jacket when they were riding since the wind still had a bite to it even this far south.
    Where did she want to go? She needed to decide so Morgan could drop her off and get on with his life.