Unable to resist, she arched, pushing her breast into his hand.
“Good girl,” he muttered in her ear, then grazed the sensitive curve of her neck with his lips.
Arousal tightened again, pulsing low and hard. Her heart pounded away like a hoard of hammering carpenters. She squeezed her thighs together.
His left hand joined the right, taking possession of her other breast in a hot swarm of fingers. She didn’t jump, but fought the need to squirm, as pleasure battered her senses with the double assault. It took biting her lip to hold in her groan.
Why did her body react this way to a man she didn’t know and who practiced a sexual life she didn’t participate in?
It ceased to matter when he pinched the hard pinpoints of her ni**les between his fingers, rolling them slowly with erotic patience.
Need spiked in her belly, arrowing straight down between her legs.
“Jack…” she protested.
“Shh. You’re doing fine, cher. As long as you don’t act like I’m unfamiliar, we’ll be all right.”
All right? If he did that again, she’d be melting.
He didn’t. Instead, his right hand left her breast to glide down her stomach, lower, lower, until his fingers edged underneath the damp black lace of her thong and unerringly found her swelling, hungry clit. She gasped and tightened her thighs against him. God, he’d feel how wet he made her. This was ridiculous. He wasn’t going to touch her there in public.
“Don’t do that,” he warned, withdrawing his hand. “A tensing body and outraged gasps will give you away. Relax.”
“This isn’t necessary,” she argued, her voice strained.
He snorted a cynical sound. “Spoken like a girl who’s never run from a killer. He followed us here. Did you forget?” “No, and I’m not a girl.”
“Non? Then stop responding like one. It’s going to take a damn convincing act to get out of here in one piece. I’m trying to save your life, not steal whatever virtue you might have.”
“Wouldn’t this kind of behavior simply draw attention?”
“New Orleans isn’t the only place that celebrates Mardi Gras. The sun is going down now, and the party is about to start. Being too good would make us stand out in the crowd, cher.”
He was probably right. She had to trust him. She had no reason not to, since he’d kept her alive so far. “Sorry.”
Behind her, she felt him nod. “Spread your legs.”
Oh, God. Why? What did he have planned?
Morgan froze in indecision. If one finger brushing her clit sent shockwaves through her body, what might a whole hand do? Would he laugh if she orgasmed? As it was, she felt closer than she would have thought possible…
“If I need to tie you down to get you accustomed to my touch, don’t think I won’t.”
At his warning growl, a fresh wave of moisture gushed from her, coating her already swollen flesh. Oh, how mortifying. If Jack realized she’d responded to that threat... She shivered.
With surprising force, Jack wedged a booted foot between her bare feet and pried them apart. “Put your hands on the wall above your head.”
“What?”
Morgan struggled to close her legs, only to find Jack’s hard thigh between them. Lord, would he feel her juices leaking through the thong and onto his jeans? Think her weak or easy?
“Last time I’m going to tell you,” he swore. “Put your hands on the wall or things will get a whole lot more serious.”
More serious? What was left, besides having sex? Her body jumped in anticipation at that thought.
“You’re not listening… I guess you want to be tied down, Morgan.”
“No,” she snapped and put her hands on the wall high above her head.