I don’t move. “Start talking.”
That makes her cutesy grin waver.
“I just came here to volunteer.”
I say nothing and leer, letting her know I don’t buy it.
She rests her hands on her lap, fidgeting nervously. “You look handsome in... just a towel.”
“Morgan,” I warn.
She presses her lips together tightly, then slides off the bed. Slowly, she unclips her overalls and tugs them down until they gather at her ankles.
“What are you doing? Don’t.”
She glances from under her brow before lifting her tee-shirt over her head, revealing her large breasts tethered down in a white bra.
Oh, no.
“Don’t come a step closer,” I growl, heart thrumming. My back presses to the door. I need space between us. “Put your clothes back on.”
She keeps her gaze fixed on me, then unhooks her bra.
My mouth parts at the sight.
Chapter 39
Jack
Under the dim bedroom light, Morgan stands in just a pair of white panties. She seems neither insecure nor confident. More curious, waiting for me to react.
And I am. My heart thunders in my chest. My face is hot. I’m sweating. Tense.
Aroused.
I should run through this door. Flee for my goddamn life. This temptress flaunts heaven, but always delivers hell.
She takes a step closer.
“Morgan, stop,” I beg.
My hand finds the doorknob.
Fling the door open. Run, Jack. Get away from her.
Morgan’s gaze drops to the handle. She stills.
In a cautious tone, she chooses her words carefully.
“If you open that door, the guys out there will see me naked.” She loops her thumbs under her waistband and drops her panties to the floor.
My heart stumbles.
Another step.
I snap my eyes shut, as if that will make the temptation easier to resist, but her body heat radiates as she moves closer.
Her fingertips graze my stomach, just barely touching as they travel down the ridges of my abs. Her breath warms my skin as she speaks.
