Page 183 of The Secret We Keep
Morgan blows out a shaky breath. “What if I become an even biggerburden on you all?”
“The only burden on me is your brother. I liked him more when he wasn’t around.”
One hand covers her face, and she grimaces with a grin. “That bad?”
Truth is, he’s been better than I could have ever imagined. “I’ll survive.”
Laughing against me, she bashfully looks up, meeting my gaze. “Seriously though, Paddy. I don’t want to make anything more stressful for anybody. Not Mum or Dad, you or your family. Nobody, okay?”
I nod but only to appease her. “I get it,” I begin, my voice understanding and light. “But you still have your job. You have your letter to reply to about your writing. Things are exactly where they should be, curly fries. There’s nothing going on that will make anythingmorestressful, believe me.”
“My driving test,” she points out with a rush of air. “I missed it. I’ll have to reschedule and who knows how long I’ll have to wait.”
“I can do that for you.”
She shakes her head. “No, see, this is what I’m talking about. I don’t need you to do anything for me. I should be the one to do it. It wasmyfault I missed it.”
Pinching my lips, I run a soothing hand through her golden hair. “It wasn’t your fault, but if you want to call and reschedule, you can do that when you get home.”
Her eyes dart between mine, her anxiety rising.
“And in the meantime, I can give you more lessons while serenading you to Shania.”
She laughs, looking off in the distance, thinking to herself, before humming a more relaxed sound. “Okay.” She still sounds flat.
“That okay was no way near as convincing as I need it to be.” I squeeze her skin, feeling her arse wiggle on my legs.
“Okay,” she wails when I dig my fingers in. “Okay.” Her laughing trails off, and it’s honestly the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard.
“I’m going to need more convincing.”
Feeling the pressure behind my trousers, Morgan’s eyes sparkle with delight. “Oh yeah?” She grins, grinding her perfect arse into my crotch.
A groan escapes me. “You’re evil.” I momentarily close my eyes, willing my dick to settle. This is inconvenient to say the least, but you can’t blame me. My stunner of a girlfriend who I haven’t been close to in what feels like months, not days, is wriggling against me.
Her warm breath fans against my cheek. “No, Paddy O’Keefe,” she says, lust lining her words. “I’m just a girl who’s missing her man.” Her soft lips then slowly press to mine, her fingers sliding to cup my neck.
Our kiss starts off slow, moving in sync with each other, our timing perfectly attuned. When my fingers curl into the back of her hair and she groans into my mouth, I pull her body closer to me, feeling her lips quivering against mine in amusement.
Before I can lose myself in her, an intruder's cough has her pulling her mouth away.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I clear my throat, hearing Esme.
“Brought you some tea. Thought you might need warming up, but I see Paddy’s got that covered.”
Morgan’s cheeks heat, and I smile when she looks back at me, looking for help.
I raise my brows. “Thank you,” I say, keeping my eyes on Morgan. “I’ll bring the mugs in when we’re done.”
Esme smiles, placing the mugs on the table, then leaves us in a hurry.
“Oh my God.” Morgan’s head slumps against my shoulder. “That was embarrassing.”
“It’s probably the most interesting thing that’s happened here all week, curly fries. She won’t be mad.”
“I didn’t tell you about poor old Mrs Peterson in room thirteen, did I?”
