Stunned, embarrassed, Morgan backed away. “Oh.”“Oh.” Jack shot back with an acid grin as he followed her deeper into the cottage. “Next to him, I look like a choir boy.”Morgan nearly choked. “You’ve got to be kidding! You, a choir boy?”“Hey, I was one until puberty. The choir director at Our Lady of Perpetual Hope told me I sang like an angel.”“And you’ve got a mind like the devil.”Jack merely smiled. “I’ve barely given you an introduction, cher. There’s so much more I could show you…”She believed him. Utterly. The very thought of the sensations and feelings he could introduce her to made Morgan shiver and ache. And not just for the stunning release he could give her. In his arms, his bed, she’d felt so liberated and alive. It frightened her to think that the only place she could fell completely free to be herself was bound to Jack’s bed.God, no. Please no.“There won’t be any more of that,” she vowed. “You told me to give it a night. I did. I know enough now to do the show. Th
Or more seductive?Shaking away her thoughts, Morgan knew the clock was ticking. Jack would come back in less than fifteen minutes. If she was still standing in his lair…he’d take that as an unequivocal yes—to anything, everything. The only boundaries between them would be his own, coupled with the limits of his imagination.In other words, there would be no limits.Morgan swallowed against a flush of heat. Regardless of whether the room and its contents made her more afraid or less, she had to see, and not just out of curiosity. Labeling her emotions mere journalistic or feminine interest was too simple.Morgan had to see that room because it would tell her about the alluring, mysterious conundrum named Jack.Drawing in a shaky breath, she took a tentative step toward the red light in the corner that drew her like a siren.One foot forward. Yes. Then the other. Repeat the process.Sheer nerve kept her moving, coaching herself with each step. Finally, she stood at the door and opened
But Brice seemed only too eager to throw Morgan at him…Sighing, Jack shoved his thoughts away. It hardly mattered. The legend was ridiculous. It couldn’t be anything but bullshit. It had no logic. He didn’t do hocus-pocus.Still…it would explain why he wanted Morgan for his own so badly his teeth hurt.A noise to his left alerted him to the fact he was no longer alone. Morgan emerged through the screen door, into the hazy morning. Golden sunlight broke through the fog as she stepped into the morning breeze. The pure rays slanted in bright swaths across the swamp to settle on her as she strolled to the corner of the railing, clearly unaware that he watched her.Soft sunlight lit up her fiery tresses as they tumbled over her shoulders, and down her back. She wore a faded brown shirt. His shirt.Jack frowned. He’d seen this scene before. It was oddly familiar, but how? The memories were vague, as if he’d seen this a long time ago or in a dream—That was it, and it hadn’t been just any d
“Show me where you like to be licked. Point for me,” he demanded, already knowing and planning to save that destination for last.“I…I don’t know. Anywhere.”“No one has ever made you come this way.” Jack didn’t make it a question. He was pretty sure he knew the answer.Morgan shook her head.Amazing. Another intimate act he would be first to introduce Morgan to. The exhilarating thought went straight to his cock. Was every guy she’d dated a eunuch? He loved this, the intimate taste, the immediacy of knowing exactly which touch affected a woman most. No quicker way to make her putty, to make her beg.To make her his.Jack dropped his gaze to her swollen sex. Maybe…maybe he could coax her to connect him and pleasure together in her mind. That alone wouldn’t be enough to keep her, but it would be a start. The rest he’d work out hour by hour, day by day, until she agreed not just to leave Brandon but to become his.“You’re going to come for me, Morgan. But not until I tell you to. Unders
Taking one last sharp nip at her rock-hard nipple, Jack kissed his way up her chest to nuzzle her neck. His fingers played with that sensitive spot in her channel, just behind her clit, while his thumb strummed the hard little button in an unhurried rhythm. Though he wondered if he’d ever feel the blood in his fingers again, satisfaction poured through him when she tightened on his fingers once more.“Cher,” he whispered in her ear. “What do you want?”“Now,” she panted as he rubbed the pads of his fingers right across that sweet spot inside her. “God, please. I need…”“Me to stop?”“No. No, sir!” Her voice came fast, hard, in between breathless sighs.Color bloomed in her cheeks, and the sunshine rained down on her fair skin until she looked like she was glowing.God help her, because Jack had every intention of taking her, not just to his bed, but to his playroom and driving her up and over so sweetly and so often that she would have no more qualms about pleading for what she wanted
Shock jolted a dizzying bolt through his system. Jack stroked his chin and tried to regain his balance. The concept of predestined mates and dreaming of them was so…otherworldly. So weird. Not that he hadn’t grown up with the knowledge; he’d just never believed it.“None of us want to believe that there’s any truth to this malédiction. But facts is facts, yeah. It happens to every man in our line. And now, it’s your turn, with Morgan.”“How did you know when it happened to you?” Jack asked, struggling to accept his grandfather’s claim. “What made you sure, besides the dreams, that Grand-mere was the one?”The old man smiled, deepening lines around his eyes and mouth, leaving no doubt the man had spent a lifetime smiling wide and often. “The moment I met her, I fought a crazy urge to grab her up tight and convince her to be mine. I never wanted to be away from her or see her blue. Most of all, cher garçon, I wanted her happy and I knew deep inside here,” he pointed to his heart, “that
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the hall and lingered in the shadows. And listened.“What the hell do you want?” she heard Jack snap.A rumbling laugh over the speakerphone in the cottage’s front room echoed down the hall.“I’ll take three guesses as to why you’re so crabby. And I don’t need the last two.”Deke. She recognized his teasing voice, could picture the crinkles of laughter around those dancing denim-blue eyes…so seemingly at odds with that tall, hard body.“Did you call just to annoy me?”“Hell, no. You know I never go for anything easy. Where’s the challenge in that?”“So you called because…?”“I need to talk to Morgan.”Jack hesitated, his hands curling into fists. “Why?”In that one syllable, he sounded somewhere between suspicious and downright pissed.“Did that hard cock of yours make you forget all about the stalker trailing her sweet ass?”“No, you SOB, I haven’t forgotten. And you get your mind off her ass.”“It’s not as if I’ve perfected the ability to reach
He dropped a kiss on her forehead, another on her jaw. “You know I’m not going to hurt you, right?”Slowly, she nodded. “You…You’re right.”“And your friend Reggie. He might be guilty, yes. He might not. Until we know more, don’t assume anything.”Morgan shook her head. “But he’s totally into photography. No one else—”“I understand. Just wait. Deke will keep digging. For now, I think it’s important that you don’t talk to Reggie, not until we know more. Had you planned to call him, check in?”“I tried yesterday. I can’t get a cell signal out here.”“No.” Jack shook his head. “Most people can’t. Will he raise some red flag if you don’t call?”“Not for a while; a few more days probably.”“Hopefully, we’ll have this sorted out by then. Until then, don’t assume the worst. We have one fact that doesn’t make things look good for Reggie, but nothing is absolute. And even if he is guilty, you know he can’t find you here, right?”Wherever here was… “Right.”“In the meantime, I’m here to protec