Page 88 of Riley & Kane: Complete Set

Swear to God,she’d meant to escape last night. Her last thought upon falling asleep was,as soon as he falls asleep, I’m blowing this surprisingly tasteful joint.And then she’d snuggled closer into the warm, protective embrace of Rixen, the alligator-wrestling man beast and dropped into the most complete unconscious state of her life. A meteor could have torn off the ceiling of the one-bedroom house and she would have yawned into her new, favorite chest hair pillow and gone back to sleepytown.

Well wasn’t that just terrifying? Honestly, she’d believed herself to be a mentally tough individual, able to remain objective and maintain her eye on a goal. That was before all sorts of things had happened, though. Like sex. Not just sex, though. She didn’t even know how to begin describing what took place in Rixen’s massive four-posterbed.

Morgan had been picturing her first sexual encounter for years. She usually got about halfway through a fantasy before the guy turned into some awkward, gangly spit machine. Or a jackhammering frat asshole. Somewhere along the line, she’d just decided to forgo the whole experience. After all, her friends were always complaining about sex being less than fulfilling. And in the midst of all that unfulfilling sex, they—for some inexplicable reason—decided to devote all their time and attention to the dude providing it. Morgan didnotgetit.

Expectation versus reality was a crazy thing. Even after the greatest oral sex she could have imagined in her non-existent scope of experience, she’d still expected Rixen to hammer away at her privates until she started reciting the alphabet to distract herself. Yeah. But no. He’d fucked her into another level of existence,instead.

Apparently, Morgan hadn’t been into dating all these years because she had a type. And that type was a big, hairy, possessive daddy. Unfortunately, Rixen was her kidnapper. She could not forget that. This little reprieve from real life couldnotlast. She had college in the fall. A mother who was probably worried about her, despite their vast differences. Also, she couldn’t just ditch civilization for the bayou! For a man who thought she was an angel sent from onhigh.

As soon as she got a chance, she would make hermove.

The moment the decision cemented itself in Morgan’s mind, she got an awful cramp in her belly. As if sensing her discomfort, Rixen shifted behind her in the bed, his face nuzzling into her hair. “You must be starved,” he rumbled, the deep resonance of his voice plucking harp strings inside of her. He scooted his huge furnace of a body close, rubbing his erection between the cheeks of her ass. Morgan opened her mouth with a silent moan. “I will feed you something small. We feast today so you’ll want to behungry.”

“Feast?”

“Yes.” He trailed his open mouth along the curve of her shoulder. “I’m going to introduce you to my brothers and their wives. They live nearby and will cook for us. I sent them word last night that you’darrived.”

“You…were awake last night?” She felt herself turn red. “Was Idrooling?”

Rixen went up on an elbow. “Do you think there is a single thing you could do I wouldn’t find adorable,Morgan?”

Running for the hills,probably.

An awful twist took place in her stomach, but she smiled through it. “Only time willtell.”

Beneath the covers, the fingers of his free hand lingered low on her belly. “My gift. If you weren’t sore, you’d be face down for your daddy rightnow.”

Heat ripped through the tender muscles south of her belly button, making Morgan suck in a shaky breath. “You’re not supposed to say things like that with the lights on…areyou?”

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to call me Daddy. But I like it.” He ran a finger along the valley of her hip. “Don’tyou?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Although I haven’t called you thatyet.”

“You will.” Gently, he sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. “You’ll screamit.”

Morgan was prepared to roll over and beg for more beast action, soreness be damned, but Rixen rose from the bed and dragged on a pair of ancient jeans, looking pretty smug as he strode from the room with an erection tenting his fly. “Rest now. I’ll call you when breakfast isready.”

As Rixen sauntered from the room with the air of a man who’d just gotten hard-core laid, Morgan couldn’t help but smile at his back. The big fella’s confidence had tripled since last night. Words spoken in the darkness came back to her in a wave and her smile slipped. Why wouldn’t he be confident? She’d referred to herself as hismate. In the heat of the moment, she’d meant it, too. Even now, his possession lingered on her skin like a brand. But he wouldn’t really hold her to that, would he? Wasn’t it the general rule that words spoken at the height of passion didn’t roll over into the next day? Just like cell phoneminutes.

You’re an idiot. Of course he took youseriously.

So now she didn’t merely have to escape a man who believed her to be his forever angel. She had to run away when he thought the feelings he already harbored for her were mutual. And theyweren’t.

Werethey?

“No,” Morgan stressed to herself and she scooted off the bed’s edge, turning in a haphazard circle looking for something to cover her nudity. Her clothes were in the bathroom, but she’d have to cross through the living room and kitchen space to get there. She felt sticky and in need of a shower—not sexy—so she grabbed a shirt out of Rixen’s bureau, laughing when it dropped down past herknees.

On the way out of the room, she stopped to scan his bookshelf.The Modern Kama Sutra. The Art of Cunnilingus. What Her Body is Telling You.“Talk about being prepared,” she murmured, running a finger along the spines. “It definitely paidoff.”

What if another woman had gotten lost in this bayou before Morgan? Would she have received the benefits ofWhat Her Body is Telling You?A spiky ball of jealousy refused to be swallowed as she stomped into the kitchen and threw herself into a kitchenchair.

Rixen raised an eyebrow at her from the stove, his magnificent back muscles fighting for attention as he turned at the waist. “What’s troubling you,Morgan?”

She crossed her arms, her scowl deepening when her stomach growled loud enough to wake the dead. Obviously she was hangry. That’s all this was. “Nothing. I’m notjealous.” Her face flamed. “I didn’t mean to say that outloud.”

He flipped off the flame on the stove and approached her, brows knitted together. “What makes youjealous?”

Morgan studied her nails. “Your books. Were you just sitting here thinking of women all this time? All the ways you wanted to touchthem?”

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