“Those sultry blue eyes say yes, cher.”
“You need glasses. Did you think I would be okay with you turning my bath into a peepfest? Did you think I’d say, ‘Sure, I know we just met yesterday, but feel free to spy on the most intimate moments of my life?’”
“I was only aware of how of beautiful you looked.” He leaned in. “If you were mine, you’d have no reason to selfpleasure, cher.” He quirked a smile. “Of course, I’d love to see you stroke yourself now and then for the pure viewing fun.”
Risking a glance down, she couldn’t miss the outline of his rigid erection straining the front of his jeans. Morgan felt a flush rise to her skin and that ache tighten between her legs again. No! She needed her anger, all whipped into a nice, frothy fury.
Instead, she became all too aware of how close he stood. Of the fact he was half dressed, while she was barely covered at all. Dangerous territory, especially with Jack looking at her with a dark flame of want blazing in his eyes. Especially with her body warming in response.
Morgan retreated a step.
“Stay there.”
His quiet tones rang with command, vibrated through her. Morgan hesitated, mind racing. She didn’t have to listen, didn’t have to stand before him nearly naked and follow orders. In fact, it was much better if she didn’t…
“Bite me. I’m not a two year-old or a robot,” she shot back and stepped away again.
Jack reached for her.
Run! she ordered herself. Instead, he encircled her wrist with a gentle grip, but she felt its steel beneath. And his heat.
“Stay there.”
For some reason, something in his voice… She couldn’t not listen to him.
Maybe that’s because Jack embodied every sin she’d ever yearned to experience, ever masturbated to in her dark, lonely bed, only to have frustration douse her satisfaction when she realized none of it was real.
He released her slowly and began to pace around her with unhurried steps, brushing her shoulder with gentle fingertips as he stepped past. Her heartbeat accelerated. Goose bumps erupted across her arms. She didn’t even want to think about what was happening to her ni**les or how bad they ached.
He stopped behind her. Jack’s hot breath tickled the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulders. His heat radiated along her back and legs. Morgan sucked in a breath. God, he was standing close. Too close to ignore. Too close to deny the effect he had on her.
The ache between her thighs zinged to new heights, as if she hadn’t stroked her way to climax mere minutes ago.
She sent a cautious glance over her shoulder. Jack stood right there, waiting, as if he’d known what she would do. Their gazes connected, his full of fire and demand. He hovered a mere breath away, tall and towering.
He was going to touch her.
A zip of electric thrill raced through her, even as she called herself twenty kinds of stupid. She tore her gaze from his and stared at the front door again, clutching the towel around her body. He said nothing, but Morgan could feel his eyes on her, taking in her still-wet skin, her rapid, telling breaths.
Now what? This had gone from an ass-chewing to an assviewing in about two minutes. If she didn’t want him doing anything else with her ass, she had to get away now.
“Tell me why you needed that orgasm,” he murmured into her ear.
She couldn’t. It would only confirm what he must know: That some deviant, out-of-control part of her wanted him, felt more than journalistic curiosity about what he could give her.
“It’s really none of your business, Jack…”
“Don’t call me that, not when we’re alone.”
He wanted her to call him sir. Trembling, she stood still, thoughts and heart racing between uncertainty and forbidden thrill. She felt…claimed by Jack’s words. His iron commands reached something inside her and called forth a barrage of need.
What would it be like to surrender? To give in to that voice?
Dangerous. Bad. Giving into everything Jack represented and everything she shouldn’t want. If she did, she’d only be forging a new path to hell.
“How about jackass, then? That’s appropriate.” She dug up her bravado and turned to face him. “Don’t bully me.”
She waited for his angry comeback, for a growled command of frustration. It didn’t come.