He slipped her gown over her head. Evangeline was now clad only in her short stays, stockings, and boots. She reached for her laces and received an admonishing ‘tsk’ for her troubles.
“That’s my job. I must voice my appreciation of the French mode of dress. None of those long stays and tight corsets. Once we are in London, you must engage the services of a modiste who can continue to dress you in such a way.”
“You don’t like the look of English ladies’ undergarments?”
“Too much work to get them off.”
After removing her boots and stockings, Gus set to work on her stays. As soon as they were open, Evangeline slipped them off.
A moment of shyness had her placing a hand over her naked breasts and turning her back to him once more.
“Trust me,” Gus murmured.
A kiss was placed in the middle of her spine, followed by another. All the way to the top of her ass.
His fingers brushed over the soft skin of her rump.
“I am sorely tempted to take a bite,” he murmured.
While she was still getting over the shock of his suggestion, it occurred to Evangeline that Gus was fully in command.
And that wouldn’t do.
She took a deep breath and turned.
A wicked chuckle rose up from the man on the floor in front of her. He brushed his fingers over the short hair which covered her sex. “You are a golden goddess. I am such a fortunate man.”
Her intention had been to make him stand, so she could see him, but the moment Gus’s tongue touched her heated core, Evangeline lost all sense and reason.
He delved deep, then traced a long lick from inside her all the way up to her sensitive bud, where he finished with a flourish.
“Oh. I. You. Oh. Gus,” she babbled.
There was no escape. He set to the task with dedication and fervor, leaving her a quivering mess. Her knees were shaking by the time he finally sat on his haunches and grinned up at her.
Her gaze settled on Gus’s manhood as he got to his feet. It was long and thick. Her fingers itched to touch it. “May I?” she asked.
“Of course. I am yours. You have full rights to this body.”
She wrapped her fingers around the length of his erection, brushing her thumb over the head. The skin was pink and fine. “What should I do?”
Gus placed his hand over hers. “When we have time, I shall teach you. You will learn all you wish to know about pleasure, my love. How to give it and how to receive. But right now, I don’t think I can hold out much longer. I need to have you.”
The longing in his voice brought Evangeline to the verge of tears.
After arranging her on the bed, Gus crawled over Evangeline and settled between her legs. Their gazes met. She was held enraptured by his dark, stormy eyes. Lust shone in them.
“Take me, make me yours,” she said.
As Gus’s solid and thick erection slipped into her wet heat, Evangeline groaned. “Yes.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Gus was tempted to remain in bed with Evangeline. With a naked, sated, and smiling wife beside him, he doubted few men would argue.
But leave they must. They had spent as long as they dared in the town. If Vincent was as wily as he appeared, there was every chance that he had men watching theNight Wind. Once Captain Grey and the crew started making sudden and hurried preparations to sail, the gang boss would soon hear about it.
Rolling over onto his side, Gus placed a soft kiss on his bride’s lips. “Come, my love, we have to dress. The tide will be turning within the hour, and we need to get on board the boat.”
