Could he be naked beneath his breeches? Theyseemed molded to him, outlining the powerful lines of his thighs and the swell just above-Oh, God. She closed her eyes. She'd been looking at his-Not only was it rude, but it had sent anamazing tingle through her, almost as if she'd touched it.Fiona, if you ever look at me like that again, I will not be held responsible for what I do. Jack was soclose that she could feel his breath on her temple. Do you understand?
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In a moment fraught with tension, Fiona finds herself captivated by Jack's physique, the outline of his thighs and the tautness of his breeches igniting a mix of desire and guilt. As she closes her eyes, she can't help but be affected by the boldness of her thoughts, recognizing the impropriety of her lingering gaze. The intensity of her feelings overwhelms her, as they evoke sensations akin to physical contact.

Jack, aware of Fiona's trance, issues a warning that is both playful and serious. His proximity brings a palpable heat, and he expresses his inability to control his reactions should she continue to look at him in such a way. This charged exchange underscores the magnetic pull between them, enhancing the narrative's romantic tension while hinting at the complexities of their relationship.

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