Captain Of Her Heart by Barbara Devlin Page A

kitchen the same, again.
    And that brought her to Monday evening. As Molly had departed, Alex awaited her rakish sea captain’s return, wearing nothing but a smile and one of his lawn shirts, which she left open, to invigorate her man.  How she loved rousing her knight.
    A familiar clip clop snared her attention, and she doused the fire in the oven, so the braised beef would not burn.  After a quick check of the cottage, she stood beside the hearth, hoping the bright blaze would provide a flattering and fortuitous backdrop.
    Jason trod into the great room, cast a glance in her direction, and came to an abrupt halt.  “My lady, you are a vision.”
    “Good evening, Captain of my heart.”  She toyed with her single braid.  “I missed you today.”
    “I never would have guessed as much.”  As was his fashion, he lowered his chin and made straight for her.  “And I thought of you every second, of every minute we were apart.”
    Contrary to his previous enthusiastic onslaughts, he framed her face with his hands and bestowed upon her an inexpressibly tender kiss, and in that moment Alex fell in love with him, all over again.  Then Jason bent, swept her off her feet, and conveyed her to their shared quarters, and she took advantage of her position to untie his cravat.
    “You wear too many clothes.”  After flinging the yard-length of linen to the floor, she unhooked his collar and shrieked when he flung her to the mattress.
    “Take off the shirt, sweetheart.”  In a flash, he stripped to the waist.  Then he sat on the edge of the bed, dropped his boots, stood, and unfastened and shed his breeches.  Naked and aroused, he dragged the long mirror to the footboard and situated it, so she could gaze at her reflection.
    “Why do we need that?”  Perched at the end of the mattress, Alex gulped.
    “The shirt, love.  Else I will rip it from your beautiful body and add to the mending pile.”  Jason positioned behind her.  “And I want to admire your face, as I take you.”
    “Oh, all right.”  Struck with sudden and unwelcome shyness, she shrugged from his garment, and he tossed it to the floor.
    “Now, on your knees, Lady Seymour.”  With a firm grip on her hips, he knelt between her legs.  “Lean forward and clutch the footboard for support.”
    In an instant, the diminutive chamber grew unseasonably hot, and she compressed her lips and abided his request.  “Like this?”
    “Perfect.”  And then he bent his head and licked and nibbled her derriere.  But when he spread her backside and trailed his tongue along the cleft, in a concupiscent maneuver of which she never would have conceived, her gut clenched.
    “ Jason .”  In the mirror, she met his heated stare, as he pressed on her an illicit massage.  “What are you doing?”
    “Shh.”  With a devilish smile, her captain inched close, curled about her body, and penetrated her bottom hole.  “Do not fear, sweetheart.  Trust me, I will not hurt you.”
    “But—is this allowed?”  As he pushed deeper still, unfamiliar but pleasurable tension coiled in the pit of her belly, as he stretched and filled her, and she moaned.  “Never have I heard of or seen— oh —anything of the sort.”
    “I would have been surprised if you had, because I learned this particular orientation on a trip to India, and I have longed to share it with you.”  When Jason seated himself inside her, he groaned, and she marveled at the power she unwittingly wielded over him.  “Relax, and open your mind, Alex.  There is nothing wrong with what we do, as we are consenting parties, but if you wish me to stop, you need only say so, and I shall obey.”
    Emboldened by his expression of pure ecstasy, she found pleasure in the pleasure she gave him.  “You may continue, Captain of my heart.”
    With a primal grunt, he slumped and nipped the back of her neck, as he played havoc in the aperture at her core, with his fingers.  At first, he thrust slowly, but