Page 28 of My Masked Savior
“Strategic redirection. They teach it in the Navy.”
“I’m sure they do.” Morgan settles back against the pillows, plate balanced on her lap. “So what else did they teach you? Besides how to save lives and be annoyingly charming.”
“Annoyingly?”
“You know what you’re doing.” She waves her fork at me. “The whole princess thing, the voice, the—” She gestures vaguely at my chest. “—everything.”
I grab her wrist, stilling the fork mid-wave. “You like it.”
Her flush deepens, but she doesn’t pull away. “That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?”
“I’m trying to have a normal conversation with you. Learn actual things. Like...” She pauses, thinking. “What’s your favorite color?”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m serious. Favorite color. Go.”
“Blue.” I release her wrist, amused despite myself. “Your turn.”
“Yellow. Like sunflowers.” She takes another bite of eggs. “Favorite food?”
“Anything I don’t have to cook myself.” I steal a piece of her toast. “Clearly.”
Morgan laughs again, that same bright sound frombefore. “Fair. I’m not much better. I survive mostly on takeout and whatever Basia forces me to eat.”
“The friend from the party?”
“And the self-defense class. She’s...” Morgan’s expression softens. “She’s good. Doesn’t let me hide away when that’s often all I want to do.”
“Sounds like someone I should thank.”
“You’re not meeting Basia.” Morgan shakes her head, lips curving into a smile. “She’d ask too many questions about where I spent the night.”
“What would you tell her?”
“That’s the problem.” She sets the plate aside, leaning closer. “I wouldn’t be able to lie to her about this. About you.”
I catch her chin between my fingers. “Good.”
“That’s not good. That’s dangerous.”
“Maybe you need a little danger in your life, princess.”
Her eyes drop to my mouth. “This is a bad idea.”
“Probably.” I close the distance between us, brushing my lips against hers. “Stop me if you want.”
She doesn’t.
The kiss starts soft, testing, but Morgan melts into it with a sigh that goes straight to my cock. Her fingers curl against my chest, nails dragging lightly over skin, and I deepen the kiss until she’s gasping.
When I pull back, her pupils are blown wide, lips swollen.
“You’re trouble,” she breathes.
“Says the woman in my bed wearing nothing but my sheets.” I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “I think you like trouble more than you admit.”
