"Could he be naked beneath his breeches? They seemed 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 an amazing 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 so close that she could feel his breath on her temple. "Do you understand?"