Wicked Ties(79)

Never. The word echoed in his head.

He had to be out of his mind, because he’d never reacted so strongly to a woman.

Never wanted to hold her close for…well, forever. But he couldn’t examine the feeling

now, not when she was still trying to pull away, except to know it was nonnegotiable..

Instead, Jack anchored his palm on her nape and brought Morgan against him.

“You’re not an idiot. You’re a challenge. You’ve got a saucy mouth that makes me crazy. I

can’t decide if I should spank you, laugh, or get you underneath me so all that fire can

blister me as I sink deep into you.”

“Jack…” Her voice held a pleading note. “I can’t… I’m not made for what you have

behind that locked door. I can’t handle…”

Her stammering uncertainty shredded his composure and resolve. The way he’d

rushed her into facing her sexuality had disturbed her, displaced her beliefs about

herself. She was still trying to assimilate. He shouldn’t rush her more. Not now. Or he’d

risk losing her.

Not losing her was more important than his next breath. Definitely more important

than revenge.

“Shh. We don’t have to talk about the playroom now. I just want a kiss, cher. I missed

holding you last night.”

The tears in her eyes overflowed, spilling down her cheeks. The sight of it wrenched

at Jack’s gut as he wiped them away with his thumbs.

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m being honest,” he whispered against her mouth. “Did you miss me, too?”

“It makes no sense,” she confessed with a nod, then bit her lip as if to keep in the rest

of her feelings. “I can’t do—can’t be— what you want.”

Jack knew better. Knew it. And he’d prove it to her.

“I didn’t know what half of that…equipment was,” she added.

“And that, along with missing me, made you feel like an idiot.” He tried to smile

softly, tried to reassure. Her answer sure elated the hell out of him. “Tsk. I’m a much

bigger idiot than you. I didn’t just miss you, I ached to hold you. I burned to touch you,

in any way you’d let me. With or without toys.”

That need inside him was rising, amplifying, drowning out all else, including good

sense. His hand tightened around her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. Normally, his

self-control was anywhere between stellar and legendary. With Morgan…resisting a

woman he wanted this bad seemed not just pointless, but fucking impossible.

Slanting his mouth over the soft pillows of her lips, instinct charged through Jack.

With a barely leashed passion, he alternately demanded and pleaded his way inside,

coaxing her mouth open, relieved and revved when she let him in to steal both her

objections and her breath.

He claimed her, pouring the need blazing through his gut and firing his soul into the

kiss. Just touching her drugged him. Cradling her face in his hands, Jack was amazed

anew by the silken warmth of her skin. The raspberry scent of her nearly drove him out

of his head.

The sweet taste of her kiss hit him. Cinnamon sugar, hot silk, female want. Jack sank

into her mouth, her essence. With every breath, he tasted her confused passion and

reluctant need. Jack dove deeper still into her mouth, determined to lap up every bit of

her doubt and warmth and uncertainty he could and give it back to her in reassurance

and devotion. With purposeful sweeps through her mouth and soft nibbles on her lower

lip, he fed her a taste of his greedy lust, and declared his determination to get her close

and keep her there.

In his arms, her breath caught. She clasped him tight, pressing her breasts against

him. The tears drenching her cheeks moistened his own face, kick-starting his heart all

over again.

Jack worked a hand through her silky tresses of fire and kissed a hot path across her

jaw, working his way to her ear.

“I… Oh, Jack! I can’t be what you want.”

“You already are.” He nibbled on her lobe. Beneath the onslaught of his lips,

Morgan’s breathing picked up speed. Her heartbeat pounded at the base of her neck,

chugging with arousal. He covered the spot with his mouth, laving it with his tongue. She

rewarded him with a moan, arching her throat to him in invitation.

Jack could smell the desire on her now, could tell she was wet. The realization made

him hard as hell. So hard, it was as if he hadn’t been balls deep in her in weeks or

months.

Utterly, sublimely crazy.

Pulling her into the unyielding iron of his erection, Jack groaned. He’d intended to

wait, woo her, cajole her. No. He had to get inside of her. Anything less wasn’t an option.