The sound woke her out of a deep sleep, and she raised her head to growl, “What the hell!” If there had been an emergency in town she would have been called, not texted. Morgan snapped on the lamp and reached across her to snag her phone off the bedside table. “It’s from Axel,” he muttered, squinting at the partial text showing on the lock screen. He swiped his thumb across the screen and tapped in her passcode, then went to the full text. Bo yawned and stretched, reveling in the feel of his naked body stretched across hers. She hadn’t realized he knew her passcode, but she wasn’t surprised—or concerned. He’d seen her use it often enough to know the pattern. “What does it say?” “He’s sent some photos for me for me to look at,” Morgan replied absently. She knew that tone, and her heart leaped the way it always did. He was looking at her bare breasts as if she were a gazelle and he was a starving tiger. He dropped the phone on the bed and snaked his hand under the sheet to stroke up her thigh, over her belly, then down between her legs at the same time he closed his mouth over her nipple to give it a sharp tug.
