Page 22 of Untraced Magic
One kiss would be all it took for her to become the second biggest mistake in my life, and the lyrics blaring in my ears should’ve served as a warning, like fate was telling me not to fuck with it.
But I didn’t believe in fate.
I watched as Morgan’s lips sounded the lyrics, inches from my own. ‘When the crazy world turns to hell on earth.’
It was then I should have stopped.
Backed off and committed her to nothing more than my new neighbor.
But as the small of her back drew my hand to it, her body arched against mine, and I could have sworn a moan tortured my ears over the music.
Suddenly, light spilled through the bar to acknowledge closing time, air filling the void between us as she took a step back.
Her hand rested on my forearm. “Thanks for not stepping on my toes,” she mused.
I looked down at her heels. “It wasn’tyourtoes I was worried about.”
I was a tall guy, but she was almost eye level with me wearing those things and damn, they could do some serious damage.
I heard Wes’s voice. “Let’s go. Nightcap at ours.” He motioned toward the exit.
Morgan’s warmth slipped from me, a bitter cold replacing her touch.
I followed everyone outside, my gaze travelling up her legs from behind, unable to pry my attention from the subtle crease of her ass under the thin material of her dress. It drew my attention like a neon sign, and it wasnotdenied.
Stumbling home, we pulled Wes out of a bush he tried to pick a fight with, or rather it tried to pick a fight with him, so he said.
A grin spread over my face as Colt sorted him out, with Morgan beaming from ear to ear as she watched the scenario unfold.
Filing inside and downstairs, I headed straight for the bar in our man cave. I needed something that would numb me from the inside, or numb me from her rather.
Tequila. That would do it.
Opening the liquor cabinet, I pulled out some shot glasses, lining them up on the bar. Morgan sauntered over, a sway in her stepfrom either her heels or the alcohol—I wasn’t sure. Nonetheless, she drank me in with curiosity.
She leaned on the other side of the bar eye level with the glasses, watching as I filled each one.
It took every effort not to look at the perfect curves of her breasts at this angle.
“Nicely done,” she purred. “I might have to see how your skills are at pouring cocktails next time.”
She had a newfound confidence about her, but I knew it had to be from the booze.
I took the bait, pushing two shots over to her.
“Name it… Are you a Moscow Mule or a Sex on the Beach kind of girl?”
She paused, never breaking eye contact. “I prefer a Harvey Wall Banger.”
Then she fuckingwinked.
It was as if she was sent to this earth for one purpose, to test my limits and fuck with my head. A hurricane of sorts, tearing at my self-restraint. My hand clawed at the stubble shadowing my jaw. If I didn’t pull it together, I was done for.
Morgan turned on her heels. “Here you go, Wesley.” She passed him a shot as I dished the rest out to the others.
Reid handed out the lemon slices and salt before holding his shot in the air.
“Bottoms up!” he yelled.
