Rather reluctantly, Morgan had shifted her slightly to one side for the journey. On the one hand, he needed to see where he was going; on the other, if she kept pressed against him dead-center like that, perfect for kissing and for inspiring other thoughts, they'd never make it. By the time they got there, he thought he deserved a medal for not just hauling her into an alley somewhere, especially with her breath and lips so tantalizing on his ear.

And she could appreciate that for all her solid muscle, he hadn't so much as twitched at carrying her the entire way there.

She worried in vain; Morgan, already oblivious by nature, was barely aware of anything besides the girl still wrapped around him and pressed up to him. He fumbled with the key, finally managing to get it in the lock despite her distraction so he could open the door and let them in.