Wicked Ties(36)

to get inside you, so deep you’ll never forget it.”

His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss. No, he did more than cover her mouth. He

devoured, consumed, possessed. Morgan opened to him, accepting the hungry thrust of

his tongue, which delivered the spice of his taste and the heat of his need in a

devastating dance of seduction. Her knees weakened in seconds. His passion had the

kick of cayenne pepper, balanced with the sweetness of honey, caged in control of steel.

Unique. Intoxicating. She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the hungry sound.

Jack’s hands fell to her hips and grasped her, fitting her right against his jeans-clad

erection. He gave her a nudge in the right spot, and her need spiked. The ache in her sex

built. He pressed against her again, compelling Morgan to lift her leg to wrap it around

his waist, opening her body to him in a silent plea.

He accepted immediately, taking her thigh and anchoring it over his hip, bringing

him in perfect contact with her clit. Morgan grasped his bare, steely shoulders, hanging

on while she felt dizzy with need.

Had she ever been this aroused? No. Ever wanted so bad she thought her blood

would boil if he turned and walked away? No.

It was torture. It was bliss.

He continued to eat at her mouth, small nibbles of her lips, long swirls of his tongue

against hers. Jack left no part of her mouth without his attention, his flavor. In

desperation, she rubbed her breasts against the hot, hard wall of his chest, threw her

arms around his neck, and pressed deeper into the kiss.

When he eased his lips away from hers, she clung to him in protest. He lifted her

arms away from him and anchored them to the door with a warning stare.

Their gazes connected, his dark with broiling need, compelling her to accept whatever

came next. Her body too ravenous, her mind too entangled in his spell, to refuse. The

breath seesawing in and out of his chest was her only indication that he wasn’t perfectly

in control.

Pushing her flat against the door, Jack leaned in, his cock grinding against her clit

again. But now he bent to add a totally new sensation to the mix: his mouth around her

nipples.

Morgan arched up to Jack, not just eager to give him more, but aching to. He started

with skillful suction, a teasing lick.

“Jack,” she protested softly. “Jack.”

“You know what to call me,” he warned, thumbs and fingers pinching her sensitive

nipples. “Until you come, I don’t want to hear my name fall from your lips again, cher.”

“Yes, sir,” she chanted. Anything to get her nipples back in his mouth.

He rewarded her with hot suction over the peaks of her breasts, first one, then the

other. Back and forth. Over and over. Hot, swirling tongue, then tender bites that had her

gasping and clawing.

For the first time ever, she could actually feel the blood filling her nipples, swelling

them.

With a last lick, he pulled back to look at his handiwork. “Very pretty. I should keep

them like this always, slightly tender, a rosy pink, standing up and waiting for just one

more touch.”

He closed thumbs and fingers around them again in a pinch that made her catch her

breath. Then he twisted, just enough to make Morgan cry out—as the moisture gushed

between her thighs in a fresh rush. Lord, she’d never been so sensitive, felt as if she

might actually orgasm just from having her nipples toyed with. She’d read it was

possible but never believed it. Until now.

“Are you slick and hot for me?” he asked, his hot breath teasing her neck.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jack swiped a pair of fingers down the valley between her breasts, dragged them

down her abdomen, her mound, then dove right into her wet heat. He grazed her clit,

and she moaned against his mouth.

“Touch me,” she moaned.

“You don’t give the orders, cher. You take what I give you. No matter how I give it to

you.”

“But—”

Jack took a step back, ending all contact. Morgan stared, wide-eyed. Bastard.

“We either do this my way, or we don’t do it at all. How is it going to be?”

“Damn it, you’re arrogant,” she said between gritted teeth as the ache and sizzle

smoldered inside her.

“We’ve already established that. How is this going to go down, cher? Your choice.”

In the end, Morgan was too far gone, too curious about the heights he could take her

to, to consider saying anything except, “Your way…sir.”

“Good girl. Spread those pretty thighs.”

Leaning against the door, Morgan stepped wide. Jack trailed his fingers over her

puffed, wet folds, toyed with the tip of her clit, trailed moisture down her thighs. Her