With a nudge of her heel,
she urged Solomon into a canter. A short time later she reached the end
of the narrow track and turned about to return in the direction she’d
come. As she did so, she caught sight of Morgan riding toward her.
He cut a fine figure on
his gray mount—so fine that he stole her breath away. She tried to check
the desire that abruptly soared through her. But the moment she did so,
a small voice reminded her that there was no reason she couldn’t enjoy
the time she had left in Morgan’s company.
After tonight, they would
go their separate ways, and his touch would only be a memory. Would it
be so bad for her to savor the pleasure of his company, if even for just
these few short hours? Her mouth went dry as he pulled along side of
her, a wickedly charming smile on his sensual lips.
“Good morning, Julia.”
“St. Claire.” She nodded
her head in greeting.
“I think we’re beyond
such formality, don’t you. Especially given the fact that I can still
taste you on my tongue.”
The audacious words made
her gasp as she glared at him. “How can you mention something
so…so…hedonistic in the light of day?”
“If I’m epicurean so be
it, but I confess that the taste of your delicious hot honey on my
tongue has pleased me more than anything in recent memory.”
Unable to respond, she
stared at him in horror. There was a look of wicked amusement on his
face, and he grinned with almost boyish delight at her appalled
expression. Without a suitable answer to his decadent words, Julia
prodded Solomon into a walk. She should be furious at him, but his
words, as wicked as they were, had pleased her. Had he really liked
tasting her as much as she’d enjoyed the pleasure he’d given her? He
appeared at her side again, his expression unrepentant.
“Come now, my sweet. I
thought we had disposed of that prim and proper shell of yours last
night.”
“What occurred last night
is not a subject for discussion here.”
“I see. Then I shall call
on you later this morning to further elaborate on the finer qualities of
your honey pot, and the plans I have for filling it completely.”
“Morgan.” She shot
him a scandalized look while she struggled to maintain control of her
growing arousal.
“Say that again.”
“What?”
“Say my name as if I’d
just made your honey flow hot and sweet.”
“Dear Lord. Will you
please stop?” His hot words warmed her blood, and the muscles below her
stomach clenched then shuddered with a tiny spasm. She shot him a
glance, and when his dark brown gaze met hers, she could see the passion
glowing in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and reached over and pulled
her horse to a halt.
“Sweet Jesus. You’re hot
and slick for me right now. Aren’t you.”
She swallowed hard at the
desire tightening his jaw into a harsh line. Glancing away from him, she
tried not to squirm in the saddle. Already her nether regions were
screaming for his touch. If only she could make him ache in the way he
was tormenting her.
With a daring she didn’t
know she possessed, she slowly turned her head to look at him.
Deliberately, she wet her lips with her tongue, her eyes meeting his
boldly. His jaw went rigid at the action.
“Yes.” She saw him
swallow his tension. “Isn’t that how you like me? Hot and wet on your
tongue?”
He stared at her in
amazement. She bit back her smile. It wasn’t often one could silence
Morgan St. Claire twice in less than twenty-four hours. His eyes
narrowed on her as he shifted uncomfortably in his saddle.
“Take care, Julia. There
are plenty of places here in the park for more than just a slight
tryst.” The hoarse sound of his voice pleased her. He was as painfully
aroused as she was.
“Indeed. Then I must
guard my honey well until we meet again tonight.”
Not waiting for his
response, she flicked Solomon’s hindquarters with her crop and cantered
away from him. She’d actually matched wits with the man and bested him.
Or at least not allowed him to think of a rebuttal. Invigorated by her
daring, she smiled.
For once she had gained
the upper hand with Morgan St. Claire. She liked the way it made her
feel. Powerful, witty and more womanly than she’d ever felt in her life.
She’d shared control of the conversation with him and even managed to
arouse him with her words.
Tonight, no doubt, he’d
make her pay dearly for her behavior. The thought excited her almost as
much as it surprised her.
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