She tucked her arms tightly across her chest and leaned her hip against the edge of the desk. The pose pushed her breasts high and Morgan had no trouble working out she wasn't wearing a bra. His lower body tightened in reaction at the thought of those breasts. Damn it, six years should have been long enough for his body to forget. Apparently not, but that didn't mean he had to do anything about it. She'd gotten under his skin once. No way was he letting his guard down this time around.
“Hi, Gili. Bye, Gili.” He raised one eyebrow and flicked a sardonic smile at her as he pointed over his shoulder. “There's the door. Don't let it hit you on the ass on the way out.”
Okay, that's totally crass, Morgan old boy, but hell, what does she expect ?
She straightened and dropped her arms, hands fisted at her sides. “Can't we even have a civil conversation, Morgan? I really do need to talk to you.”
“For the life of me, I can't imagine why. Best I remember, we said all we had to say six years ago. Round about the time you tried to seduce me.”
“ I seduced you ?” She burst out laughing, although there was more anger than amusement to the sound. “That's not how I remember it. You trailed around after me for six weeks with your tongue just about wiping the floor. You were determined to get me into bed and everyone on that dig knew it.”
“Hah, don't tell me you didn't enjoy every minute of that time. Right up to the moment when you swiped that seal ring out from under my nose.”
“I. Am. Not. A. Thief,” she spat out, a telling pause between each word. A rush of color flooded her cheeks and her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
As his body responded yet again, Morgan shook his head. It was her fire that had attracted him in the first place. If he wasn't careful, he'd fall into the same trap all over again. Maybe if he pissed her off, she'd get angry enough to march out in a huff and leave him alone.
“I did not steal that ring, Morgan.” Her voice had softened, but was just as determined.
“No, you just provided the distraction so your partner could do the dirty work. A great scheme, I must say. You sure had me fooled.”
He stared at her, at her glittering eyes and the slight wobble of her little pointed chin.
Ah, hell, he didn't mean to make her cry.
What did you mean, asshole?
He groaned under his breath. He was being a jerk, but it was the only way he knew to protect himself. He wasn't about to go through this again.
“Jeremy was my boss , not my partner. And there was no scheme as far as I was concerned. I had nothing to do with it.”
“Yeah, right.” Keeping his face shuttered and pulling the anger about him like a cloak, he suddenly flicked his fingers. “Hey, come to think of it, you owe me, lady. We never did finish that night of debauchery you started in Iran. Hell, I never even got to use any of those fancy, glow-in-the-dark condoms you bought. Talk about leaving a man hanging. Maybe I should start collecting now.”
Morgan winced as the words tumbled out of his mouth. He sounded like an arrogant prick. Damn it, he was acting like an arrogant prick, but all he could remember at that moment was the pain she'd left behind when she'd betrayed him and disappeared.
“Oh my God, do you actually believe that crap you're sprouting?” she gasped, her face blanching.
She swallowed and dragged in an audible breath before moving closer and poking her finger in his chest. “The way I remember it, we'd no sooner arrived at the condom stage when you jumped out of bed and took off without any explanation. I lay there for half an hour wondering what the heck I'd done wrong. Only to have you return and accuse me of being a thief. If anyone was left high and dry it was me.”
Damn. She was right…to a point, anyway.
“I tried to find you the next morning, but you'd left the site.” He paused a moment. “Along with the ring.”
“You think I'm going to stay around after that? I'm not that desperate.” She eyed him up and down, a smile full of derision twisting her lips. “Baby, you looked like a good thing, but not that good.”
Morgan felt the lash of her scorn. It flicked him raw. His pulse pounded in his head and common sense disappeared in a heartbeat as another burst of anger rushed through him. He whipped an arm about her waist and pulled her close, flattening her breasts against his chest.
How could he have forgotten these glorious breasts?
That was the problem. He hadn't forgotten anything, including the pain of thinking she'd betrayed him.
Before she could protest his caveman tactics, he lowered his head and captured her mouth in a savage kiss. Sensation slammed into him, driving through his blood like a bushfire out of control. Heat rolled over him, stiffening certain parts of his anatomy into almost painful proportions.
He wanted to punish her for leaving the way she had, but what started as a kiss of retribution soon softened, took on a richer texture.
Hunger rode him.
Until his legs shook and his fingers dug into her soft arms.
Wanting more, he increased the pressure, his tongue flicking at the seam of her mouth. She immediately opened to him and he submerged himself in her tantalizing taste.
With a groan, he angled his hips until his erection pressed against her lower stomach. He was right. Six years wasn't anywhere near enough time.