Page 46 of Untraced Magic
I caressed her creamy thighs, until I skimmed the barely-there cotton barrier of her underwear, the only thing separating the pads of my fingers and the most sensitive parts of her. I was instantly rewarded with a light whimper.
She ground against the fabric separating our flesh, and I couldn’t help the smile in my kiss, knowing she wanted this as much as I did.
I moaned, tilting her chin to look up at me, her lust drenched orbs staring back.
“Please, I need more,” she breathed against my mouth as I pressed against the fabric. Her hands dragged down my front, nails digging into my sides as she pulled me closer, chasing the friction she needed.
A door shut somewhere in the house, and I stiffened, hearing shuffling coming from somewhere behind me. I slid my hand from her just as Morgan’s eyes widened, connecting with something over my shoulder.
“For fuck’s sake, Ty, you know I like to watch, but in my own kitchen and with noinvitation…”
Whipping my head behind me, I found Wes leaned casually against the wall in boxers, green eyes glaring daggers as they collided with mine.
“Fuck off,” I growled, not turning around, aware I was at full fucking mast.
Morgan lowered herself from the kitchen counter, pulling at my top to cover herself.
Wes threw an arm in the air. “You don’t even know who the fuck she is.”
Wes never swore.Especiallyaround woman.
Words spat from my mouth as I turned toward him. “I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself.”
His tone lowered to a serious one I rarely heard. “You know how the last one turned out.”
“Enough!” I barked at him, the blood in my veins rising to a new level of heat.
Morgan inched away from me. “I think I should go,” she stammered.
I grabbed her hand. “No, stay. You don’t have to go.”
Her tortured eyes pleaded with me, and I let her pull her hand from my grasp. She grabbed her phone off the counter, and I closed the space between us.
I lowered my voice. “Give me your phone,” I said, ignoring the heavy glare slamming into my back.
She paused, looking to Wes before meeting mine again. I took advantage of the moment, quickly taking it from her anddialing my number.
I handed it back to her, resting my hands on her shoulders. “Let me know when you’re home safe.”
She nodded, heading quickly for the door.
When it clicked shut behind her, I turned to Wes, my hands balled into fists at my sides and dick no longer happy. “What the hell was that?” I demanded.
He glared at me. “I could ask you the same question.”
We stood, neither of us moving until he finally stalked off to his room again. For the second time tonight, he turned to me.
“Yeah, what is it this time?” I questioned with venom.
He shook his head. “I just saved your ass. You’ll thank me in the morning.” With that, he disappeared to his room.
My pulse pounded in my ears as rage coursed through me. He was wrong. Every inch of me now believed Morgan was an innocent party in whatever this fucked-up situation was.
I felt it in my bones.
Retreating to my bedroom, I slid between the sheets, still warm from Morgan’s body heat. Her scent still lingered on my pillow, a hint of vanilla invading my senses.
My phone vibrated.
