“Show me,” he growled.
Oh, God. The command in his voice turned the ache between her legs into a throb.
She wanted to obey…so bad. Sizzle coursed through her. Blood rushed everywhere,
swelling her clit. Already wet from orgasm, she felt moisture pooling in her most
intimate recesses, threatening to overflow. Jack’s spicy, earthy scent was scattering
rational thought. The parts of her body aching for his touch were in control.
What’s the worst that could happen if you gave in? a voice inside her asked.
More disappointment and frustration. More rejection and ridicule.
Then again, it took her at least a dozen pairs of shoes to find the right fit. Were lovers
the same way? Maybe three hadn’t been enough.
Confusion spun in her head.
“Jack,” she managed to murmur in between his wicked touches. “I talk to people
about sex for a living. I don’t need to have it to do the show.”
“Forget the show. You need what I can give you. Stop denying yourself.”
“I’m not denying myself anything.” Stupid! Morgan bit her lip, sure that her flushed
cheeks and hard nipples made her words an obvious lie.
He grabbed her jaw in one hand. “You lie to me again, and I’m going to spank you so
hard you won’t sit for a week. Tell me why you’re resisting what you want.”
“Don’t touch me.” She tried to jerk from his grasp.
Jack held firm. “Cher, I’m going to do more than touch you. Way more. And the
longer you hold out on answering me, the more I’m going to make you beg.”
Oh, God. His words alone made Morgan hot as she weighed them and the relentless
demand in his eyes against her fears. He could do it; he could make her beg. And the
thought raced a shiver down her spine. “Fine. If you have to know, I’m not some femme
fatale. I don’t respond much to sex.”
Cajun charm softened pushy arrogance with a mere curl of his sin-inspiring lips. He
placed hot kisses on her neck, nibbled at the curve to her shoulder. “You responded just
fine to everything I threw your way in Lafayette.”
Surprise. That’s all it had been. She’d been too shocked to really react. To want, then
bow to the pressure of self-doubt. Then clam up until, tense and frustrated, her body
gave up. Besides, she might be curious about his…lifestyle, but participating committed
her far more than simply wondering. And she had a bad feeling that one taste of Jack
Cole would be as addicting as heroin to a junkie.
“We don’t really know each other.”
Jack’s fingertips cascaded over her shoulder, leaving nothing but anticipation and a
fresh crop of goose bumps in their wake. “I know enough to know how to make you
scream. But that isn’t what’s stopping you.”
He kissed her neck, her jawline, inched up toward her mouth. She melted under his
mouth. God, that felt good. And his smell… Did it contain some ingredient that was like
Kryptonite for her restraint?
“We don’t like each other much,” she pointed out in a desperate gasp, evading his
kiss—a kiss she wanted so bad, her gut clenched with desire.
Again, he smiled, a flash of white teeth visible in the room bathed with predawn
light. “I’m liking you just fine right now, cher. I liked you the first time we talked online.
I like that you’re smart and gutsy and sexy as hell.”
He whispered the words against her mouth, and Morgan felt her resolve fraying
around the edges. Back in Lafayette, Jack had touched her breasts, stroked her clit,
fondled deep inside her, yes. But his kiss lingered, haunted her. Like the smoothest wine,
all wrapped in sin and velvet, with a kick of lust that promised pleasure. His kiss gave her
a preview of his strength and selfcontrol. Almost against her will, she leaned toward him.
For a wild moment, Morgan thought he would pull away. Tease her, enflame her with
what might be. Instead, he grasped the sides of her face and kept her gaze locked to his
dark one.
“The memory of you in my arms…it’s been keeping me hard all night. Watching you
sleep was torture. I kept thinking about lying next to you on the bed, peeling your clothes
away and devouring everything underneath. I want to get my hands on you, cher. My
mouth on you. Get inside you, drive deep and sure. I want you to scream my name when
you come.”
Morgan couldn’t breathe. The impact of every word did more than rev up her libido;
they struck her like body blows, every syllable battering her resolve with hot intent. He
robbed her of air, of the will to resist. How would he feel? Taste? That terrible vise of
desire clamped her clit with need. She hardly contained her whimper with the need to