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But that didn’t stop her eyes from looking, from drinking in the view. He’d changed clothes. A sleeveless T-shirt did nothing to hide the defined muscles of his chest. The camo jeans that were supposed to be loose, baggy by design—weren’t.
He carefully moved closer, his gaze landing on the documents scattered on the bed. He looked at her.
“That’s why you’re looking for her.” Not because he wanted her back. Tara swallowed. “To divorce her.”
“Yeah. Except I can’t find her.” He tapped the page Tara had been reading. “Last option is to put an ad in the paper.” His words were soft and came out slow. “Post a big ol’ sign up that my marriage failed, and for what?” He picked up the pages and shoved them back into the file. “I’m not even sure Sylvie knows what a newspaper is. She sure as hell isn’t going to go looking for one to see if I’m divorcing her. It’s humiliating.”
She saw the shame wash over his face. He looked down, as if trying to hide what she’d already seen. He focused on putting the papers away in a drawer beside the bed.
“Divorce isn’t that unusual nowadays.”
“She’s been gone over a year. When I find her, I’m serving her those papers.” He looked up then, his gaze burning through hers.
“Morgan, I—” What was she going to say? She froze, staring at him. No words came out. None even formed in her mind.
CHAPTER TEN
MORGAN MOVED CLOSER, leaning an arm against the wall beside her head. He pulled open the door to the fridge. “You, uh, want a soda—or something?” Who was he trying to distract? Cool air from inside washed over her, but it did little good with the heat of his arm, so close, so big, so…
She turned to move away, intending to slip past him, to put some space, any space, between them. Best-laid plans had her tripping over her own feet and landing exactly where she did not want to be—really, she didn’t—up against that wide, muscular chest. Two strong arms wrapped around her, halting her flight.
“Where you goin’?” he whispered against her ear, his breath stirring her hair and sending a few stray strands to feather across her brow.
“I—uh, came out here to, uh—” She took a deep breath, mentally repeating her newly acquired mantra. Focus. He smiled. She saw him glance up and followed his gaze to the clock on the wall.
“The music. It’s, uh, loud. Customers…” What was wrong with her? she asked herself, feeling like a fool. Who was she kidding? She’d just wanted to see him and hadn’t been smart enough to resist. There wasn’t enough room in here to kick herself, which is what she should do.
His knowing grin told her he knew what she was up to and liked it.
Whatever words she’d intended to say next melted away as she turned her head and met his stare.
“Tara,” he said, soft and…pleading?
He reached for her and she couldn’t—she didn’t even want to—move away. His palm was rough against her cheek, but the slide of his thumb over her lips was oh-so-soft. Her eyes drifted closed as he caressed and smoothed her lips.
“Morgan,” she said with a sigh, leaning into him. Her hands settled on the defined curve of his chest, feeling the even rise and fall of each breath he took. So alive. So warm and solid.
His hand moved, sliding around to palm the back of her head, his fingers burrowing into her hair. When had it fallen loose, scattering around her shoulders and sliding against her neck?
Tara waited impatiently, nearly begging him to kiss her. Needing to feel and taste him. Those papers had destroyed her resistance. He wasn’t taken, at least not his heart.
Morgan took his sweet time, moving in close and settling his lips, not on hers, but on the curve of her neck. She shivered at the first touch, trembling as his arms enfolded her, aligning the full length of her with the full length of him.
Heat rolled off him, melding her to him. Her legs turned to jelly and she leaned into his strength, knowing he would catch her, probably not even noticing her weight against him.
He blazed a hot, damp trail with his tongue up the length of her neck, sighing when his mouth found her earlobe. Tugging on it with his teeth, he teased her with the implied pain and promised sweetness as he soothed the mock injury.
