Tangled Love

Chapter Eleven

We will finish this later.

Jack's vow rang through Morgan's head as Brice charmed her through breakfast.

She chastised the older man for bringing her lingerie and nothing else. With dark eyes twinkling, he gave her a sanguine grin and a shrug, but wasn't apologetic in the least.

But Jack...his gaze burned, telegraphing his earlier words. We will finish this later.

Morgan wished she could close off the memory, drown out the voice in her head. Over scrambled eggs, which both men doused with Tabasco, Jack stared at her as if she was a cross between a confounding puzzle and a tasty treat. And above all, something he coveted. Someone he meant to possess.

Damn it, why had she ever said yes to Jack and his playroom? Trying to say no after the exquisite pleasure he'd given her seemed nearly impossible.

But saying yes in that moment had been easy— imperative—with his mouth hovering over her and an enormous climax pending. Now that pleasure wasn't destroying her ability to breathe and think, Morgan wasn't sure that giving in, giving him everything he wanted, was a good idea. It would not only change everything between them, but change her forever. Since being around Jack, her fantasies had become more urgent, more explicit. Impulses she'd always had now came with remembered sensations—and the memories also came complete with Jack's sigh-worthy face to haunt her.

On the other hand, she wanted him—and was beginning to crave having every wild pleasure he could give her. Something about giving in to the impulses he roused in her body made her feel more alive, more...complete. Did that even make sense?

We will finish this later. Given the weight of his stare right now, Morgan knew he still meant it.

Should she? Shouldn't she?

Like everything else about Jack, the promise he'd given her filled her with hot shame, even as it made her ache and shake with need. This morning, on the porch... God, she could still feel his mouth on her sex, forcing his tongue inside her, taking tender possession. Driving her out of her mind. He'd suffused every nerve in her body with speech-defying ecstasy, making it impossible to run away from the sensations he poured over her like sweet, warm honey.

But she was so damn curious—and excited—about whatever he did on those racks and tables with the cuffs and clamps...and other items she was too naive to name. The more she tried to run away from her wants, the more insistent they grew, slowly overtaking her will like a clinging vine overtaking the garden.

What if she let him follow through on his threat to finish what they'd started? Would it be so terrible if she did? Just for now? No one but her and Jack would have to know.

Biting her lip, she watched Jack's taut posture grow more tense as Brice lingered for after-breakfast coffee. His dark eyes promised pleasure, prepared her for a hint of pain. His vow to totally possess her shone in his seductive gaze. She swallowed against a belly-tightening mix of fear and thrill and anticipation. Attraction layered over that, luring her directly to him, as if an invisible string lay between them, growing shorter and shorter with every hour.

It made no sense that she could want someone so desperately who brought out her very worst impulses. Someone who would take her places far beyond the norm, into a realm that would horrify her mother and sicken men like Andrew. If she let Jack, he would ruin her for every other man's touch. Worse, living with herself after he molded her into a submissive wanton would be impossible. Doormat wasn't her style. She didn't take orders well, didn't like being told what to do. Her mother had started calling her an independent hoyden about the time she turned twelve.

But with Jack... Morgan sighed. His commands seeped inside her—not just her body, but her mind, her soul. The things he demanded of her never failed to shock her, and yet, he often ordered her to do exactly what she'd been secretly craving. Sometimes, she wondered how he could read her mind. It startled her. It shamed her. It made her ache for him beyond anything she'd imagined.