CHAPTER 22
Morgan lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. Charley’s blond head rested atop his chest, and he listened to her slow, even breaths. Her arm draped across his abdomen. He stroked it with his fingers. Her skin was so damn soft.
She stirred. Morgan applied pressure to her waist to keep her from rolling away from him. He had never done that before. Usually, after he’d had his fill of a woman, he couldn’t get out of bed and dressed fast enough. Charley was different. He wanted her snuggled against him all night.
Thoughts dashed through Morgan’s head, all of them about Charley. She had roused feelings Morgan had buried a long time ago. But here he was, feeling a fierce protectiveness toward her.
And ferocious jealousy. He wanted to strangle the man who had taken her virginity
