Chapter 66

Staring, Jack appeared to be sorting through the possibilities. Quickly, he came to a conclusion. And he smiled.

She didn’t trust that wide, white-teethed Cajun grin for an instant.

“As you wish,” he purred. “Vanilla it is, cher.”

His capitulation was too easy. Now she really didn’t trust him. “You mean that?”

“Oui. You’ll get nothing but kisses, gentle fondling, and straight missionary penetration.”

Jack made it sound dull, damn it, and it wasn’t. It wouldn’t be between them. Still, some weird stab of disappointment ached like a pain in her gut that he’d acquiesced so easily.

Gosh, did she ever sound contrary. She’d won her way. She ought to be thrilled.

“Thank you,” Morgan whispered.

He shrugged and shot her an ironic smile. “I aim to please.”

Ignoring the hitch of disquiet brewing inside her, she smiled back as Jack released her wrists, moved his legs to allow her own more freedom. The taut coil of his spine relaxed and he settled on