“And?” I moved forward, and she danced backward, just out of my grasp.

“And she’ll see!” She pulled the dining room chair between us, like that flimsy little thing would keep me away.

“And?” I restated as she backed her way around the table, toward the sliding glass door. I skirted the chair, and she made a mad dash for the other side of the table, putting her right back where I’d started.

“You cannot be serious.” She folded her arms across her chest, which lifted the swells of her breasts to her neckline and made me groan.

“I happen to think it’s pretty healthy for a kid to see her dad madly in love.” I held her gaze so she knew I meant every word. I had no problem with Fin seeing me kiss Morgan. It wasn’t like we were getting hot and heavy, but Morgan had kept a five-foot distance from me whenever Fin was in the room after the whole bursting-in-post-orgasm thing Memorial Day weekend. “And I am deeply, madly, wickedly in love with you, Morgan Bartley.”

Her lips parted, and her posture softened just like it did every time I told her that.

I pounced, swinging onto the table and sliding straight across to land in front of Morgan. She gasped as I caged her, putting my hands on the bar on either side of her.

“You aren’t human.” The spark in her eyes was the stuff dreams were made of.

“Kiss me.” I dropped my voice and leaned my body against hers.

She melted and her head tipped up, but she didn’t make her move.

“I don’t care if Fin sees you kiss me. Hell, it would probably give her the only example she’s ever had of what a healthy relationship looks like.” I ran my lips up her jaw as Finley stomped around above us in her room.

“Is that your reason? Or your excuse?” she questioned, her hands fisting in the fabric of my flight suit.

“The only reason I ever need to kiss you is because I want to. And I always want to. You consume an inappropriate amount of my thoughts.”

“My thoughts about you are usually inappropriate, so I think we’re well matched.” Her head fell to the side, and I pressed an openmouthed kiss against her throat, listening for footsteps. Kissing Morgan in front of Fin was one thing, but getting caught in the act of seducing her was another.

“How inappropriate?” I asked against her neck. “Are we talking R rating or NC-17?” I lifted my head slightly.

She turned her face so our lips were a breath apart. “I’ll let you use your imagination.”

My heart rate kicked up. “You’d be surprised at the things I can imagine.”

Her gaze dropped to my lips.

Nearly there.

“You drive me to distraction,” she whispered.