I moan at his filthy talk, at the way he feeds into my desire with every look, every touch. He yanks me to him, sealing us together, his cock embedded deeply as he finishes and my body takes what he gives. I let go of the desk and put my hands in my hair, pull the strands close to my scalp as I’m overcome with so much sensation.
My waves begin to slow, my body awash in warmth as he sucks in a breath, his eyes wild.
When the last aftershock is gone, I can only look up at him. He’s leaning over me, his palms flat on the table, his eyes on mine.
My head is swimming with what we’ve just done, with the mind-blowing orgasm that even now echoes through me.
He reaches down and grabs the nape of my neck, pulling me to him and kissing me.
I’m limp, barely able to sit up, and I’m already a little sore between my legs.
When he pulls out, I wince.
“Are you hurt?” He stows his cock and scoops me into his arms.
“I’m all right. I can walk.”
He carries me out of the study and up the stairs. Everyone is still outside having a good, violent time, so we go unseen—though I’m certain we didn’t go unheard.
“Was it your first time?” he asks as he skips my room and carries me into his.
“You could tell?” I feel suddenly shy, which is ridiculous since he was just inside me.
“No, not really. Just a feeling.” He takes me into his bathroom and turns on the faucet to his tub.
“Yes,” I say quietly. “You’re my first.”
He kisses my crown. “Your only, lass.”
I drop my head back to look up at him. “Don’t go getting ideas.”
“Ideas?” He kisses me. “Not at all.” He talks between kisses, his mouth a wicked instrument. “I told you.”Kiss. “I take what’s mine andneverlet go.”Kiiiissss. “And you’re mine.”Kiss.Kiss. “You’re a pirate’s greatest treasure now, lass.”Kiss. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”Kiss.
I could get used to this. For the moment, I put aside all the doubts, all the questions, all my myriad worries. I want to be his. I want to be right here in this moment, safe in James’s arms as we bask in each other.
“I suppose that means you belong to me, too?”
He smirks. “Iknewyou’d make a good pirate.”
“Good pirates state ownership?”
“Good pirates know what pieces to leave and which ones to collect. I have an eye for quality, lass.” He slides my dress off myshoulder again and runs his finger around my nipple, sending a tingle to my sore spots. “Like this right here. Quality.” He leans down and runs his tongue along it, making me gasp. “And this.” He slides his hand lower and cups my sex. “Top quality.” Then he kisses my forehead. “And nothing beats what’s in here, lass. Nor in here.” He kisses my breast over my heart.
How can the devil incarnate be so sweet? I don’t know, but I don’t want it to stop.
When he lowers me to his lap to check the water temperature, I feel how hard he is.
“Wow. I thought you would need time to … to, um … recover.”
“For you?” He sets me on my feet and reaches up to pull my dress off my other shoulder. It falls and puddles at my feet. I wear his necklace and nothing else. I know the old me, the one who spent all her time grading papers and doing schoolwork, would try to hide. Would cringe. Would turn fifteen shades of red.
I don’t. I only turn maybe two shades of red, and I don’t try to hide from his gaze.
He looks me up and down slowly, his eyes lingering on my sex and then higher. When he licks his lips and runs his hands along my sides, I feel my knees go weak. “For you I think I could fuck through a slab of granite. That’s how hard you make me. I’d bend you over this tub until you screamed my name again.”
He drops a kiss on my stomach, making it tremble. Then he goes lower, kissing my mound and each of my thighs, worshipping me with his mouth as he moves up again, licking the valley between my breasts and nibbling at my throat before kissing my mouth, his tongue an avid explorer.
His calloused hands rove me, and I reach for the buttons on his shirt.
