Free Just a Little Misgiving (Shades of Deception, Book 3) by Mallory Rush

But that's not all. It's so intense with us, Faith... like nothing I've ever experienced before. I know once we finish what we've started, I won't be able to sleep without you, and I for one will want a lot more than what you might be prepared to give."
    "And what is that, Myles? Whatever you want, it's yours for the taking."
    He studied her closely, then shook his head. "Not yet. I'm not one for asking until I'm certain I'll get what I ask."
    Before she could pursue whatever it was he held back, he stroked her once more and winced. "Promise you'll still respect me in the morning?"
    "I've always respected you, Myles. Always—"
    She stopped. His brows drew together and he repeated, "Always... what?"
    She swallowed hard. "Always cared for you."
    "I want you to do more than care." He rolled off her and stood beside the bed. The evidence of his unsated desire gleamed with a sheen of moisture as he struggled with his pants.
    His immodesty was a little shocking, and she found herself wanting to study at close range what she'd only felt, though not closely enough.
    "Don't look away," he said. "I want you to see me. To see what you do to me."
    He stopped until her gaze was fixed where they both wanted it.
    "Tell me, Faith, do you like what you see?"
    "I—" She gulped in the air that suddenly seemed in short supply. "Yes, I like looking at you." Her lips felt suddenly dry; she wet them with the tip of her tongue. Then she did what she wanted more than anything in the world to do and leaned forward to press her lips to him. She was rewarded with a hoarse, masculine growl.
    "Only in my fantasies," he groaned. Myles took a sudden, short step back and zipped his pants. She felt a terrible sense of loss."You're killing me, Faith. With any luck I'll dream about that kiss and maybe wake up feeling better than I do at the moment. Though, chances are, I'll only feel worse and question my sanity for leaving it at this."
    He stared downward, and Faith followed his gaze. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips and her breasts pouted. Her skin was still bathed in a rosy glow of passion and tinted with the peach glow of the nursery lamp.
    She reached for the coverlet at the end of the bed, but Myles took it from her and shook it out. He tucked it beneath her breasts before parting with a lingering caress to each one, then a slow, deep kiss.
    At the door, with rent shirt thrown over his shoulder, he turned. "That man, Faith, the one you sculpted but didn't want me to see?"
    "Yes?" she said anxiously. "What about him?"
    "I hate him. I keep wishing I could find that bastard and treat him to a knuckle sandwich for hurting you. Not only that, but for taking a piece of your heart."
    For a long time she stared incredulously at the door. Myles was gone, but she held fast to his expression as he'd said those words—one revealing jealousy and fierce possessiveness.
    Shaking herself out of a state of stunned jubilation, she reached for a pillow and buried her face in it.
    She inhaled his scent and pressed her mouth against the feathered down to muffle her whoop of joy.
    * * *
    She was leaning against the counter making the morning coffee when he entered the kitchen on bare feet. Bracing a hand on either side of her, Myles leaned into the small of her back and nuzzled the hair against her neck.
    "Mmm, smells good."
    She went still, one hand on the faucet and the other gripping the stainless steel pot.
    Her laugh was a little nervous. "The coffee does smell good," she agreed.
    "Who's talking about the coffee?" he murmured next to her ear before biting it playfully. He was pleased that she shivered in spite of the heavy terrycloth robe.
    "Umm... did you sleep well?" she asked.
    "No. Lousy is more like it. What about you?"
    "Not too good either."
    "I'm glad. As they say, misery likes company."
    He felt her throaty chuckle against his lips, a chuckle that echoed suspiciously of relief.
    "No regrets?" he asked, just to be sure.
    "No. What about you?"
    He reached past