Chapter 51

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.