you get here.”
“I don’t like that look in your eye.”
“It’s dark out. How can you be sure of what look is in my eye?”
“I don’t require a lantern to see that you’re plotting mischief.”
“Why, Miss Webster, you already know me so well.”
He grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet, pulling her to him so the front of her body was pressed to the front of his.
“Are you going to kiss me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“So? We’ll do it anyway. There’s no chaperone to prevent it.”
“Just because we don’t have a nanny, we can still follow our moral code.”
“I have no moral code,” he huffed.
“You liar.”
“I have a bit of one, but it never precludes me from dallying with a beautiful woman in the moonlight.”
“It’s not a good idea.”
“Again, Kat, let me remind you that there’s no one to tell us how to behave.”
“I don’t care about behaving. I simply wish I was freer.”
“Freer to…what?”
“To act however I please.”
“You are free, you silly goose. We’re alone and we’re in Egypt and whoever or whatever we were before we arrived, it doesn’t matter now.”
“If only that were true.”
“Trust me, it is,” he insisted.
She might have continued, but it was ridiculous to debate the issue.
They shared a potent attraction, and they were two healthy, red-blooded adults. There was no reason to practice restraint, except that she was his employer and he her employee. But he wouldn’t think about that. It was a night for romance, and it wasn’t as if they would fornicate on the deck. They would merely enjoy a very lush, very satisfying kiss.
Still though, there were porters on the beach and various servants finishing their chores. He couldn’t have rumors spread about her character or his intentions, although with how he constantly watched her—like a wolf on the hunt—gossip was probably already circulating.
He pushed away from the rail and stepped into the shadows, tugging her with him. He clasped her wrist, but not very tightly. She could have drawn away, but though she was hesitant, she came without protest.
“You’re horrid,” she whispered.
“Why? Because I don’t want the servants ogling us?”
“No. It’s because you make me eager to commit sins with you that I’ve never considered previously.”
“Well then, aren’t I lucky?”
He dipped down and kissed her as if he meant it, as if the world was about to end and they’d never be together again, as if he was the last man and she the last woman and no human beings would ever again have the chance.
She joined in with unbridled enthusiasm, her arms snaking around his waist, her shapely breasts crushed to his chest.
Those breasts—the nipples poking into him like shards of glass—were his undoing. A carnal madness swept through him, one that he’d never experienced prior. He wanted her so desperately, wanted to take her and have her and keep her, even though he hadn’t the resources to do any of those things.
He couldn’t hold her closely enough, couldn’t bring her near enough. He ran his palms up and down her back, over her shoulders and bottom. He plucked at the combs in her hair, tossing them away so the brunette tresses tumbled down.
He flicked his tongue on her lips, and instantly she understood what he was seeking. She opened wide and welcomed him inside. He thrust his tongue in and out, in and out, as down below, he worked his hips in the same rhythm.
She was still too far away, and he lifted her onto a pile of ropes. He raised the hem of her skirt so he could wedge himself between her thighs, the bunched fabric providing a soft cushion where he could flex his phallus against her loins.
Very quickly, the escapade spun out of control. He felt feral and untamed, possessed by a wild beast, and at that moment, mating was the primary goal. He craved a rough, angry copulation, and he was a hairsbreadth from ravishment, which frightened him
“I don’t like that look in your eye.”
“It’s dark out. How can you be sure of what look is in my eye?”
“I don’t require a lantern to see that you’re plotting mischief.”
“Why, Miss Webster, you already know me so well.”
He grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet, pulling her to him so the front of her body was pressed to the front of his.
“Are you going to kiss me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“So? We’ll do it anyway. There’s no chaperone to prevent it.”
“Just because we don’t have a nanny, we can still follow our moral code.”
“I have no moral code,” he huffed.
“You liar.”
“I have a bit of one, but it never precludes me from dallying with a beautiful woman in the moonlight.”
“It’s not a good idea.”
“Again, Kat, let me remind you that there’s no one to tell us how to behave.”
“I don’t care about behaving. I simply wish I was freer.”
“Freer to…what?”
“To act however I please.”
“You are free, you silly goose. We’re alone and we’re in Egypt and whoever or whatever we were before we arrived, it doesn’t matter now.”
“If only that were true.”
“Trust me, it is,” he insisted.
She might have continued, but it was ridiculous to debate the issue.
They shared a potent attraction, and they were two healthy, red-blooded adults. There was no reason to practice restraint, except that she was his employer and he her employee. But he wouldn’t think about that. It was a night for romance, and it wasn’t as if they would fornicate on the deck. They would merely enjoy a very lush, very satisfying kiss.
Still though, there were porters on the beach and various servants finishing their chores. He couldn’t have rumors spread about her character or his intentions, although with how he constantly watched her—like a wolf on the hunt—gossip was probably already circulating.
He pushed away from the rail and stepped into the shadows, tugging her with him. He clasped her wrist, but not very tightly. She could have drawn away, but though she was hesitant, she came without protest.
“You’re horrid,” she whispered.
“Why? Because I don’t want the servants ogling us?”
“No. It’s because you make me eager to commit sins with you that I’ve never considered previously.”
“Well then, aren’t I lucky?”
He dipped down and kissed her as if he meant it, as if the world was about to end and they’d never be together again, as if he was the last man and she the last woman and no human beings would ever again have the chance.
She joined in with unbridled enthusiasm, her arms snaking around his waist, her shapely breasts crushed to his chest.
Those breasts—the nipples poking into him like shards of glass—were his undoing. A carnal madness swept through him, one that he’d never experienced prior. He wanted her so desperately, wanted to take her and have her and keep her, even though he hadn’t the resources to do any of those things.
He couldn’t hold her closely enough, couldn’t bring her near enough. He ran his palms up and down her back, over her shoulders and bottom. He plucked at the combs in her hair, tossing them away so the brunette tresses tumbled down.
He flicked his tongue on her lips, and instantly she understood what he was seeking. She opened wide and welcomed him inside. He thrust his tongue in and out, in and out, as down below, he worked his hips in the same rhythm.
She was still too far away, and he lifted her onto a pile of ropes. He raised the hem of her skirt so he could wedge himself between her thighs, the bunched fabric providing a soft cushion where he could flex his phallus against her loins.
Very quickly, the escapade spun out of control. He felt feral and untamed, possessed by a wild beast, and at that moment, mating was the primary goal. He craved a rough, angry copulation, and he was a hairsbreadth from ravishment, which frightened him
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