Monroe, Marla - The Edge of Night [The Protectors 3](Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

anything.”
    “You growled.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    He shook his head and switched on the TV once again. “Maybe there’s something interesting on to pass the time.”
    She sat on the love seat when he reclined on the bed, and they watched a series of sitcoms that were marginally funny. She leaned her head back against the back of the chair and squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to fall. What was she going to do? She couldn’t run forever. She needed long enough he couldn’t do anything about her anymore.
    Somewhere she must have fallen asleep, because she woke up in bed with the covers pulled up to her neck. She took inventory and realized Morgan had pulled off her shoes and her jeans, but hadn’t bothered her shirt. She risked a glance sideways and found he was sprawled out on top of the covers on the other side of the bed, sound asleep. He snored. She smiled at that. For some reason it made him a little more human to her. She turned over, and prayed that things would work out, and drifted off to sleep once again.

Chapter Four

    The scent of vanilla teased at his nose as he rolled over. Soft hair greeted his hands when he reached out. Just what he needed, he decided as he rolled closer to the warm body, only to find that something was in the way. Morgan cursed and kicked off the covers he’d pulled over himself against the damp chill in the room sometime during the night. The soft curves of the woman called to him.
    He curled around the tiny body and buried his nose in the nape of her neck. She smelled like home to him. He hadn’t let himself think of that in a long time, not since it had happened.
    Morgan had been in the army, off on a mission, when word reached him that his wife and unborn child had been killed in a car wreck several days before. By the time they could get him home, they’d already had the funeral, and Morgan was left with only an empty house and a grave site to visit. It wasn’t something he thought he would ever get over. Time had dulled some of the pain, enough that he’d finally pulled himself out of the self-inflicted drunk stupor he’d lived in for nearly a year.
    He shifted and flung one leg over the legs of the woman in his arms and nuzzled her neck. She moaned in her sleep. He nipped at her earlobe. When she didn’t say anything, he did it again and was rewarded with a scrunched-up neck and another moan. He sucked the lobe into his mouth and ran a hand around to her waist. She was a tiny thing with lush curves. He could appreciate that in a woman. He didn’t like skin-and-bone rail-thin women. A man could bruise himself on a bone if he weren’t careful.
    He rolled over on top of her and kissed a line from her ear to her chin and down the other side of her mouth. She squirmed in his arms, but still didn’t say anything. Morgan kissed each of her closed eyelids, then gently licked along the seam of her mouth with his tongue. She rewarded him by opening hers to him. He didn’t waste time, but took possession of it and soon had her pushing against him with her pelvis, the age-old sign of sexual need. She was with him.
    He’d promised himself he wouldn’t do this. When he’d checked her ID in her bag, it looked legit and did say she was twenty-eight years old. She didn’t look a day over seventeen, though. He wasn’t into virginal teenagers. Something about her called to him. It was why he hadn’t been able to tell her no on the ride, and why he hadn’t left her there at the motel and risked his life to ride off in the rain without her.
    Morgan knew it was more than sex. Sex he could get anywhere. He’d never had to beg or buy, but there was something different about Amanda. He wanted to know what it was before they parted ways. She’d brought out feelings in him he hadn’t thought he’d ever have again.
    Her tongue sparred with his as he reached beneath her shirt to palm a silk-covered breast. The shirt was in his way. He leaned back and began