Morgan’s eyes wandered over her bare body, coming to rest on her breasts. They were firm and high, and rose with each steady breath she took. Her n*****s fascinated him. Rosy against her tanned skin, and rigid, beseeching his mouth to orbit them. He lowered his gaze to her thin waist, small rounded hips, and the light patch of hair between her legs.
She held out her hands. “Give them to me.”
He swallowed the moan in the back of his throat. “You really aren’t a lady, are you?”
Her eyes lit like a blacksmith forge before she grabbed her clothes from his arms.
“If I were you, I’d watch where I swam,” Morgan said.
“If I were you, I’d watch where I rode.” She held her clothes in front of her body.
She shouldn’t have bothered. He remembered her body. Every inch. “I believe I can ride where
