Chapter 39

Swallowing, she reached out a hesitant hand full of golden lace and silk. Fear and eagerness to please warred on her face, clutched at his heart. He had to both soothe her and push her. Balance his responses. It was the only way to coax her into really letting go.

Jack took the thong from her and bunched it in his hand. It was damp. And even six inches from his nose, he could smell her arousal on the garment. The knot of lust in his gut wrenched so tight, he could hardly catch a breath.

“You’re wet.”

Morgan said nothing, just stared with wide blue eyes the color of a Caribbean sea, dilating more with each second.

“Acknowledge my comment, Morgan. Yes or no.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes, what?” he prompted.

“Yes…sir.”

It didn’t roll off her tongue yet, but it would. He’d keep at her until it did. Softly and harshly. Alternating, keeping her off balance. Keeping her aroused and uncertain. It would be his pleasure.

“Good. I like that you’re w