Page 45 of The Last Morgan
Lucy froze, breathless.
"I won’t bite," he continued, a glint of wickedness flashing in his stormy eyes.
"Maybe just a suck… or a nibble. But I won’t bite."
The world tilted.
Lucy’s whole body went hot, the teasing heat rushing through her veins like wildfire.
Her lips parted, a protest on the tip of her tongue — but no sound came out.
Byron stepped closer, the scent of him — smoke, leather, danger — overwhelming her.
He didn’t touch her anywhere else.
He didn’t have to.
The promise in his voice wrapped around her like chains, anchoring her to the spot.
Lucy swallowed hard, trembling under the weight of his gaze.
His thumb dragged slowly over her wrist, up along her forearm, raising goosebumps in his wake.
For one long, brutal second, she thought he might kiss her again.
She wanted him to.
More than she’d ever wanted anything. But instead, Byron dropped her wrist with a low, reluctant exhale — as if he was letting go of something precious, he knew he shouldn’t have touched.
His jaw tightened. His fists clenched. Without another word, he turned and walked to the far side of the room, his broad shoulders stiff, his back a silent wall between them.
Lucy stood frozen in place, pulse skittering wildly, skin still burning where he had touched her.
She hated how much she wanted him to turn around.
To finish what he started, to stop pretending.
The knock at the bedroom door shattered the moment. Corey’s voice floated through. "Everything good in there? Barnaby says he’s almost traced the new signal."
Lucy inhaled sharply, forcing herself to move.
"Fine!" she called, hating how shaky her voice sounded.
She grabbed her clothes and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Her back slid down against the door.
She had to survive the next few hours without doing something reckless.
But with Byron watching her like that — burning with something he refused to name —
Lucy wasn’t sure she could.
Chapter 18
Lucy was still shaking off the heat of Byron’s presence when the knock came.
Not Corey’s usual thudding, a firm yet softer sound.
