Chapter 58

Even more, the hot, eager expression on his face slammed her with the need to give in. It wasn’t tender. He wasn’t interested in hearts and flowers. The wild intensity of his dark eyes in the morning’s golden light told her he wanted more. Wanted to possess her. On his face was his fierce desire to introduce her to every wanton sensation she’d ever pondered and force her to reserve her reactions exclusively for him.

The outrageous notion of belonging to him, of putting her body solely in his care and allowing him anything he wanted— they wanted—drove her past her limits.

As badly as a part of her mind pushed her to say no, everything else inside her yearned with exquisite pain to say yes.

“Taste me.” Every whispered syllable trembled. “Sir.”

Morgan knew she was taking a giant step that she couldn’t take back. She was agreeing to commit sins that would haunt her. Jack was replacing her scruples with pure, white-hot need she could no longer deny. Tantalizing he