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completely to the sensation. It was absolutely incredible.
Traci?
Her name throbbed in Morgan’s mind as bewildering, demanding sensations throbbed in other parts of his body.
This was Traci?
How a woman who had been as irritating as scratchy long winter underwear for more than a decade of his life, who was damn irritating now, could possibly inspire this rush he was feeling—this bone melting, mind numbing reaction that made him want to plunge himself into the kiss, into her, and never come up for air—was completely beyond him.
He couldn’t begin to fathom it.
Traci?
Naw, couldn’t be.
And yet, here she was, in his arms, sealed to his mouth, sucking out life forces from him with a speed that had Morgan reeling. And wanting more. A hell of a lot more.
The very thought that he wanted to make love with her sobered him even as it threatened to send him over the edge.
Shaken, dazed and more confused than he’d possibly ever been in his life, Morgan drew away from her. But as if some part of him refused to let go, he found himself still holding on to her arms.
Morgan’s eyes narrowed as he studied her face. Yes, it was Traci. No doubt about it. What was in doubt, though, was his sanity. So much the more because part of him, against all odds, had suspected this all along.
Traci swallowed. It didn’t help. Her throat felt dry, scratchy. She was aware of everything around her. She could have even sworn that she could feel her hair growing.
“Were you trying to prove a point?” The question came out in a low whisper. Anything louder and she knew her voice would crack. Or even giveout completely. And when had it gotten so damn hot in here? She blew out a breath. Her bangs fluttered against her damp forehead.
Pulses throughout Morgan’s body scrambled to reclaim positions. He cleared his throat. “I don’t know, was I?”
If he had been, it was completely lost on him. As were his bearings and, just possibly, his name, rank and serial number.
Very slowly, the world came back into focus for Traci. This was ridiculous. She couldn’t be having this kind of a reaction to Morgan. Not Morgan. They were friendly enemies, competitors, maybe even fond of each other, but nothing more.
But if that was true, how the hell had he managed to evoke this wild, erotic tune that was even now still ricocheting in her brain?
“What’s the matter?” he asked. She had an odd expression on her face. Did she feel as disoriented as he did? It would help if she did. Not a hell of a whole lot, but some.
Traci slowly shook her head before answering, trying to buy herself a little more time.
“Nothing,” she mumbled. Then her eyes looked up at him, wide with wonder. She had to say it. “You never kissed me before.”
He would have, he thought, if he’d known that kissing her could pack such a wallop. But admitting it would put him at a disadvantage. “It never came up.”
She could only stare at him incredulously, willingher knees back among the functioning. “And it did now?”
He had to make light of it. If he didn’t, she’d see right through him—down to the shaken mess that was passing as his soul at the moment
“We were standing close, your lips were there.” He shrugged, at a loss as to where to go from here. “I don’t know, maybe I was struck temporarily insane.”
It seemed as good an explanation as any, at least to him. Why else would he have kissed her? It wasn’t as if he was actually attracted to her. Sure, she was pretty, gorgeous, even, in the right Light, but he knew her. Knew what she was like. How could he be attracted to a woman who had once put red ants into his sandwich?
And yet, hadn’t he, in some small, imperceptible way, been attracted to her all along? Hadn’t he wondered, in the back of his mind, what it would be like to kiss her?
Well, now he knew. And it blew out all the stops.
There was something more there, Traci thought. She could see it in his face. Or maybe she was just
Traci?
Her name throbbed in Morgan’s mind as bewildering, demanding sensations throbbed in other parts of his body.
This was Traci?
How a woman who had been as irritating as scratchy long winter underwear for more than a decade of his life, who was damn irritating now, could possibly inspire this rush he was feeling—this bone melting, mind numbing reaction that made him want to plunge himself into the kiss, into her, and never come up for air—was completely beyond him.
He couldn’t begin to fathom it.
Traci?
Naw, couldn’t be.
And yet, here she was, in his arms, sealed to his mouth, sucking out life forces from him with a speed that had Morgan reeling. And wanting more. A hell of a lot more.
The very thought that he wanted to make love with her sobered him even as it threatened to send him over the edge.
Shaken, dazed and more confused than he’d possibly ever been in his life, Morgan drew away from her. But as if some part of him refused to let go, he found himself still holding on to her arms.
Morgan’s eyes narrowed as he studied her face. Yes, it was Traci. No doubt about it. What was in doubt, though, was his sanity. So much the more because part of him, against all odds, had suspected this all along.
Traci swallowed. It didn’t help. Her throat felt dry, scratchy. She was aware of everything around her. She could have even sworn that she could feel her hair growing.
“Were you trying to prove a point?” The question came out in a low whisper. Anything louder and she knew her voice would crack. Or even giveout completely. And when had it gotten so damn hot in here? She blew out a breath. Her bangs fluttered against her damp forehead.
Pulses throughout Morgan’s body scrambled to reclaim positions. He cleared his throat. “I don’t know, was I?”
If he had been, it was completely lost on him. As were his bearings and, just possibly, his name, rank and serial number.
Very slowly, the world came back into focus for Traci. This was ridiculous. She couldn’t be having this kind of a reaction to Morgan. Not Morgan. They were friendly enemies, competitors, maybe even fond of each other, but nothing more.
But if that was true, how the hell had he managed to evoke this wild, erotic tune that was even now still ricocheting in her brain?
“What’s the matter?” he asked. She had an odd expression on her face. Did she feel as disoriented as he did? It would help if she did. Not a hell of a whole lot, but some.
Traci slowly shook her head before answering, trying to buy herself a little more time.
“Nothing,” she mumbled. Then her eyes looked up at him, wide with wonder. She had to say it. “You never kissed me before.”
He would have, he thought, if he’d known that kissing her could pack such a wallop. But admitting it would put him at a disadvantage. “It never came up.”
She could only stare at him incredulously, willingher knees back among the functioning. “And it did now?”
He had to make light of it. If he didn’t, she’d see right through him—down to the shaken mess that was passing as his soul at the moment
“We were standing close, your lips were there.” He shrugged, at a loss as to where to go from here. “I don’t know, maybe I was struck temporarily insane.”
It seemed as good an explanation as any, at least to him. Why else would he have kissed her? It wasn’t as if he was actually attracted to her. Sure, she was pretty, gorgeous, even, in the right Light, but he knew her. Knew what she was like. How could he be attracted to a woman who had once put red ants into his sandwich?
And yet, hadn’t he, in some small, imperceptible way, been attracted to her all along? Hadn’t he wondered, in the back of his mind, what it would be like to kiss her?
Well, now he knew. And it blew out all the stops.
There was something more there, Traci thought. She could see it in his face. Or maybe she was just
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