Acquiring Trouble

her again. She was right in front of him and this time he did notice that her breasts were just inches from his chest. As their anger faded he could tell by her uneven breathing that she had just realized it too. Miles reached out and caressed her arm. He let his hand fall to her waist as he pulled her against him.
    Her breasts were even fuller than they had been in high school. It was a heady feeling having her body against his. He leaned forward and gently traced her ear with his lips .
    "What … w hat are you doing?" s he asked on a shaky breath.
    Miles trailed his lips down and gently nibbled the side of her neck, u sing his tongue to lave the slight pain away. She moaned and leaned closer to him. She rolled her head to one side, givi ng him free access to her neck.
    " Did you poison the pigs or burn down the orchard ?" h e murmured against her neck before kissing it again.
    "No , " s he said on a moan.
    "Do you still love me?" h e asked before moving to place anot her succulent kiss on her neck.
    "Yes," Morgan answered so quietly he barely heard it. She tried to pull away then an d cover herself with her hands.
    "Don't you dare," his gravelly voice reprimanded. "You're beautiful. Never cover up around me." He pulled her back against him and let her feel his hardness against her stomach. Miles moved his lips to her mouth and stroked her tongue w ith his , leaving her breathless.
    Through the haze of passion Morgan felt his hand glide up her ribs and stop slightly under her breasts. He was so close. She had to have his hands on her. She was th robbing with need as he touched her body. Finally, with strong hands , he cupped her breasts and gently rolled her nipple between his fingers.
    "Let's finish what we started all th ose years ago." Morgan hardly recognized her own voice as sh e pushed Miles down on the bed and straddled him.
    Morgan ripped off his shirt and sent buttons flying in every direction. She was embolden ed when Miles just smiled, urging her on. She ran her hands over his ripped abs and writhed along the length of his arousal. Miles ran his hands up her thighs and she melted.
    "Nice panties. Now take them off," he rumbled.
    She heard the tearing of lace and saw her panties fly through the air. His hands took their place. Her head rolled back in pleasure and all conscious thoughts fled.

 
Chapter Thirteen
     
    Morgan snuggled against Miles' s chest and drank in his scent. The real thing had been so much better than her fantasies. As she ran her hand over his chest she noticed the puckered scar on his arm, a long straight scar across his ribs and another circular scar on his side . Was this from being a Ranger? Had he actually been in battle?
    "Miles, why did you believe me when I told you I hadn't done the things you were accusing me of?" She absently ran her fingertip over th e long white scar on his chest.
    "I have the ability to determine when someone is lying or not under certain circumstances. I knew you were telling the truth when I asked you that final time so I moved on to more … um … important things." He grinned and ran his hand through her tumbled hair.
    "How can you do that?"
    "The Rangers taught me a few tricks."
    "I think we just did some of those tricks," Morgan teased. She reached over his chest and put her finger on the long jagged scar. "How did you get these scars?" Morgan was hoping that the subject would keep him away from remembering that she had told him she loved him during the heat of the moment. Although he didn't acknowledge her answer, he knew enough to ask her.
    "There was a rescue mission and I was injured.”
    Morgan felt her eyes widen. There was so much she didn't know. She had started a new life that seemed s o small compared to what he had done with his. "Who were you rescuing?"
    "At that exact moment, my brother Cade. He had been captured by terrorists . This scar I got trying to get him and another rescued hostage to safety. I was shot. Then I was cut with a knife —a dirty one for that matter. The tetanus shot hurt more than anything , I think," Miles tried to joke.
    S he could tell that whatever happened may have been a while ago, but was nowhere near forgotten. "Miles…" Morgan stopped when she heard his phone ring. It was probably for the best. She was about to blurt out that she had loved him in high school and now she wanted to be the one to love him forever. S he also wanted to be the one to take care of him.
    "Hello? What!" Miles sat up in bed so