Chapter 54

Morgan approached with hesitant steps. When she stood beside him, his stare silently demanded that she meet it. She lifted her gaze to him, his searing-hot eyes filled with anger, disappointment, lust—and something else she couldn’t identify. Her breath caught. Her belly clenched. The weight of her breasts, so achingly heavy, and her nipples, so painfully hard, screamed at her. God, he was tearing her in half. Making her want what she knew she shouldn’t, what society, her mother, her friends, would all scorn her for. What she wasn’t sure she could live with herself for accepting.

“Go ahead and run, Morgan,” he said, voice disquieting for its softness. “For now.”

But the frightening truth lay between them: It wouldn’t be long before she couldn’t run anymore.

What the hell possessed him to keep pursuing a woman determined to shut him out?

Lying flat on his back, staring at the gleaming wooden ceiling and waiting for the coming dawn, Jack grunted. Possessed had to be t