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Finally, he had her laid bare beneath him. He could have spent hours learning every single curve of her body, but he didn’t have hours. The captain might want his cabin back. The Channel crossing might be swift and smooth. He had time to give her pleasure and that was all.
He drew his shirt over his head and stepped out of his trousers. Her gaze fell to his stiff cock, and she held out her arms. It meant more than he could ever say to have her welcome him thus. She knew who he really was. She knew all of his sins, all of his transgressions, and still she wanted him.
He went to her, parting her thighs and settling between them. She bowed up, ready to receive him.
“Not yet,” he chided.
“I’m ready,” she protested, sounding almost mulish.
“Are you?” He laid a hand on her belly and skated his fingers down to her core. His cock had already felt the heat of her, ached for that heat. And when he dipped his fingers in her moisture, he clenched his jaw to keep control. She was indeed ready for him. He parted her feminine lips with his fingers and gazed down at her dewy pink folds.
She moaned quietly, her breasts rising and falling more rapidly. Her thighs parted further, and he caught her gaze. “You like it when I look at you.”
“I like thewayyou look at me, but I want you inside me.”
“Mmmm.” One slick finger entered her, and she gasped, her muscles clenching around him.
“Perhaps I should have been more specific,” she panted.
He slid in and out again, this time sliding two fingers inside her. “You like this.”
She didn’t argue.
His palm pressed upward, putting pressure on the small bud he knew would give her the most pleasure.
He felt her clench again and withdrew on her muttered curse. “Ramsey!”
She was close to climaxing. Her body was coiled tightly, her nipples tight vermilion knots, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her.
“You didn’t want my fingers inside you. Perhaps you want my mouth on you, my tongue inside you.”
Her eyes widened, her breathing hitched. He lowered himself to settle comfortably on his belly between her parted legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs, then moved in to sample what she offered. His tongue circled her entrance, teased her until she was mewling and writhing. Then he slipped inside the tight channel.
“Yes. Yes.”
He slid out, gazed at her before sliding in again. She was lost in pleasure, her legs splayed, her hands on her breasts, her neck thrust back. Her body shook with the force of her need as he brought her just to the point of climax and then back away again. Finally, he traced a path to that small nub between her folds and touched the tip of his tongue to it.
Shock rippled through her body, and he knew she’d finally come undone. Opening her to reveal the nub further, he circled it with his tongue and her body convulsed, a guttural scream echoing in the cabin. He circled again, flicked, and her hips lifted from the bed as pleasure ripped through her.
He could have stopped. He could have watched her, enjoyed the look of joy and wonderment on her face, but he wasn’t done. He didn’t relent, even as she tried to close her legs, he held them open, continuing to lash the sensitive bud.
“Ramsey…”
He took it in his mouth, suckled and laved, and she drew in a sharp breath. Her legs opened again slowly, her hands gripping his hair. Her hips moved now in a rhythm he knew well as pleasure rose in her again. He eased off, using just the tip of his tongue, and when her heels dug in and her head moved from side to side, he took her inside his mouth.
She began to shake again, her legs clamped about his head as though to keep him there, servicing her. But he parted her thighs and rose up.
“Yes,” she all but sobbed, wrapping her legs around his buttocks. “Please.”
He drove into her, and she rose to welcome him. Her hands tore at his hair, his back, his arms. Her legs urged him deeper and harder, and when he gave in, she went with him, matching his pace. He was rough and merciless, and she cried out in pleasure at each thrust. Finally, he felt her close on him, felt her muscles contract. With a hoarse shout of triumph, she met his last thrust.
He held off just until her body relaxed slightly and started to pull out as his own climax threatened. But her legs tightened again, locking against his buttocks.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
“Gabrielle—“He shook his head, words deserting him as the orgasm overtook him. She pulled him in deeper, and his body didn’t resist the natural impulse to bury himself in her heat and softness to the hilt.
He shuddered as he came, barely biting back the shout of release.
