slick channel. She rocked in rhythm to his thrusts, her soft moans conveying pleasure. He wanted to pull her upright, kiss her and devour the little pants of air sputtering from between her pursed lips. However, the way she had leaned back, propped on her arms, put her at a distance from him. Not that he minded. Her position gave him a good view of watching her enraptured by his hand.
He kissed the inside of her calf, trailing her silky skin up to her knee. Her panting escalated with a staccato of whimpers, and then her breathing slowed.
She lifted her head and stared at him glassy-eyed—sated. “How dare you take advantage of me.”
Her gaze stuck to him as he pulled his fingers free and licked them.
“I don’t think anyone takes advantage of you against your wishes.” He touched her legs to bring her closer. “Now tell me how you want me to ravish you.”
She pushed upright without answering. It wasn’t good enough. He needed her to ask for what she desired. She had been right about him taking advantage.
“I know you’re of a clear mind today to tell me how you want me to explore your body,” he reminded her. “How you want me on you, in you.”
“No,” she replied sharply. A look of astonished embarrassment spread over her face.
It wasn’t the answer he was anticipating. Had he gone too far, said too much, believed too heartily in her inebriated declarations?
“It’s what you asked of me last night.” He grinned, not giving up from pursuing everything under her brass corset.
“I was drunk. I could have said a thousand things I didn’t mean.” She jerked back her leg and kicked out, apparently in an effort to stop him from petting her leg.
Her aim hit him square in the chest. He lost his footing and fell back. A hard thump echoed around his head when he landed on the deck below the ladder. The collision knocked the wind from his lungs.
“Captain?” Abigail’s panicked voice rushed to him.
He watched her scramble down the steps to him. A horrified expression on her gorgeous face showed regret. He laughed to ease her concern, and her irritation showed in the puckering of her brow.
“Serves you right.” She stood up and turned away.
He pushed himself to a sitting position and watched Abigail walk to the railing.
“You wound me with your coldness, Miss Thatch.” He shook off the tingling heat mending his bruised body. He had suffered worse.
“Captain, you should come here right away.”
“Ah, I knew you’d change your mind, me lovely.” He got to his feet and rushed to join her.
Faced away, she collided with him in her retreat from the sight on the horizon. “Are we in trouble?” She stayed against him.
He put his hands on her shoulders and looked beyond her at the ship coming their way.
“Do you see the flag?” she asked. “Isn’t that the Jolly Roger, the same one which Blackbeard flew on his ship the Queen Anne’s Revenge ?”
“Yes,” he whispered, surprised she knew it, glad she recognized the danger.
“Who would fly it?”
“That cocky bastard, Eric Teach.” It angered him at how bad that boy had become. He had known him all his life, and yet his influence never fazed the incorrigible nature of Blackbeard’s prodigy. Eric Teach had inherited everything rotten about that old pirate.
“I still don’t understand. Why would he fly a pirate flag? He could get into a lot of trouble if an English ship comes along.”
“Not only English. French. Spanish. American. No country will find humor with his stupidity.”
“What could he possibly be thinking?”
“He wants to make a name for himself, make his mark on the world.” Jasper recalled the feeling of power he had as a pirate. He and others did what they wanted, went where they would and stole what wasn’t theirs. He’d left that way of life, moving in a different direction after his initiation into the brotherhood of immortals. Rules of honor, though he bent many of them, made him a better man.
“As
He kissed the inside of her calf, trailing her silky skin up to her knee. Her panting escalated with a staccato of whimpers, and then her breathing slowed.
She lifted her head and stared at him glassy-eyed—sated. “How dare you take advantage of me.”
Her gaze stuck to him as he pulled his fingers free and licked them.
“I don’t think anyone takes advantage of you against your wishes.” He touched her legs to bring her closer. “Now tell me how you want me to ravish you.”
She pushed upright without answering. It wasn’t good enough. He needed her to ask for what she desired. She had been right about him taking advantage.
“I know you’re of a clear mind today to tell me how you want me to explore your body,” he reminded her. “How you want me on you, in you.”
“No,” she replied sharply. A look of astonished embarrassment spread over her face.
It wasn’t the answer he was anticipating. Had he gone too far, said too much, believed too heartily in her inebriated declarations?
“It’s what you asked of me last night.” He grinned, not giving up from pursuing everything under her brass corset.
“I was drunk. I could have said a thousand things I didn’t mean.” She jerked back her leg and kicked out, apparently in an effort to stop him from petting her leg.
Her aim hit him square in the chest. He lost his footing and fell back. A hard thump echoed around his head when he landed on the deck below the ladder. The collision knocked the wind from his lungs.
“Captain?” Abigail’s panicked voice rushed to him.
He watched her scramble down the steps to him. A horrified expression on her gorgeous face showed regret. He laughed to ease her concern, and her irritation showed in the puckering of her brow.
“Serves you right.” She stood up and turned away.
He pushed himself to a sitting position and watched Abigail walk to the railing.
“You wound me with your coldness, Miss Thatch.” He shook off the tingling heat mending his bruised body. He had suffered worse.
“Captain, you should come here right away.”
“Ah, I knew you’d change your mind, me lovely.” He got to his feet and rushed to join her.
Faced away, she collided with him in her retreat from the sight on the horizon. “Are we in trouble?” She stayed against him.
He put his hands on her shoulders and looked beyond her at the ship coming their way.
“Do you see the flag?” she asked. “Isn’t that the Jolly Roger, the same one which Blackbeard flew on his ship the Queen Anne’s Revenge ?”
“Yes,” he whispered, surprised she knew it, glad she recognized the danger.
“Who would fly it?”
“That cocky bastard, Eric Teach.” It angered him at how bad that boy had become. He had known him all his life, and yet his influence never fazed the incorrigible nature of Blackbeard’s prodigy. Eric Teach had inherited everything rotten about that old pirate.
“I still don’t understand. Why would he fly a pirate flag? He could get into a lot of trouble if an English ship comes along.”
“Not only English. French. Spanish. American. No country will find humor with his stupidity.”
“What could he possibly be thinking?”
“He wants to make a name for himself, make his mark on the world.” Jasper recalled the feeling of power he had as a pirate. He and others did what they wanted, went where they would and stole what wasn’t theirs. He’d left that way of life, moving in a different direction after his initiation into the brotherhood of immortals. Rules of honor, though he bent many of them, made him a better man.
“As
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