Chapter 24

He repeated the process again, then once more. Pleasure assailed Morgan from the aching points of her tight nipples, streaking through her tightly coiled body, straight to her vagina. She dropped her head back against the door, unable to hold in her moan.

“That’s it.” Jack feathered his lips down her throat as he moved in closer. His other hand joined the first in the soft torment of her nipples with only the thin towel in between.

“I want to see those pretty nipples. I need to have them in my mouth, cher. Drop the towel.”

Desire bubbled within her, at full boil, even as a last bit of sanity screamed somewhere in her head. The memory of his touch at the strip club and the jolting pleasure it suffused her with still haunted her. The lingering remembrances, coupled with his potent command, sent her self-control reeling.

Of all the men she could desire, why him? Of all times, while being chased by some wha**ed-out stalker, why did she have to want him now?