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“In—I need you in me, Roe.”
Her breathless words didn’t finish before he had set the tip of him at her entrance, a bloodstock at the gates.
“We do this, we cannot go back, Tor.”
Her fingers curled around his neck, her nails digging into his skin. His touch was still in her folds, edging her past desperation.
“In.” She choked the word out, a whisper on her tongue.
He rammed into her. Wide and long and filling her like nothing ever had.
He pulled out, then slid in again, reaching further depths, and she shattered. Quick and immediate, her body froze in time, relief flooding her veins in a hot swell that took all sense of time and space and light from her.
And he kept on. In and out. Pulling wave after wave from her body in brutal, stunning surges that wouldn’t free her until the pleasure each one created had twisted every nerve in her body.
A last stroke that swelled, her body yielding to his, and a growl shook his chest, sending vibrations along her core. He pulled out of her, his seed coming hot and warm on her thigh.
Not deep within her, the same as her husband had always insisted. No children.
This part, she knew well, but she was surprised Roe had taken care of it—had the control to take care of it.
Everything he’d done with her since he’d dragged her onto this ship, he’d eased her gently into. Never pushing her for more than she wanted—or could handle. This was no different, and she recognized it for the kindness it was.
His face buried into her shoulder, his nose nuzzled into the thick of her hair. “I don’t want to leave you, but I have to go on deck. I have to set course—we’re setting the sails toward England. And I have to make certain the men are not about to revolt.”
Her fingers curled over his shoulder blades and the ragged bumps of the scars on his back reminded her of all she didn’t know of this man. Everything she probably didn’t want to know. “I don’t want you to leave either, but I understand. And I think it better that I hide in here for a spell. I don’t need to give the dagger eyes of the crew a place to land.”
“Aye, it probably is best for the time being.” He pulled away from her, rummaging through the clothes on the floor and pulling free his trousers and his white linen shirt. He tugged his clothes on, his look centered on her sitting on the desk. “Though I don’t want you believing for a moment the abandoned attack was your fault. It was my decision to pull back.”
A frown crossed her face. “For me.”
His finger went to her lips, silencing her. “And also my idea to attack with you on board—something I never should have done. There was far too much arrogance in that decision.”
Her mouth opened against his finger. “But my presence shouldn’t have stopped you from what you needed to do.”
His finger pressed harder against her lips. “And also my decision to bring you onboard in the first place.”
“But I followed you to—”
“Stop, Tor. This could run circles all the way back to the day we met and I don’t want to go there. Not now.” His steel grey eyes dipped down, ravenous on her naked body. “Not after this. Do you?”
She exhaled a sigh. “Fine. Go. I will stay in here and refrain from flogging myself.”
“Please do.” He leaned past her and grabbed a cloth for washing that was hanging off the side of the chair and then brushed it along her thighs, cleaning his seed from her skin. Slow. So slow and tantalizing, she feared she would refuse to let him leave the room.
Her breath quickened and it sent the slightest grin to curl about the edges of his mouth—soft against the hard scruff of whiskers that lent such darkness to his face. He leaned down, the roughness of his chin brushing along her cheek. “For I like your back as it is and I don’t think I can handle sewing your skin closed again.”
“You didn’t care for that?”
“I had to keep my eyes on your wound and imagine you were Weston. If I hadn’t, I would have been retching into your boot.”
She chuckled as he drew away, her vibrating chest not stilling until well after he left and closed the door.
The man was curiosity after curiosity.
She just hoped she wasn’t sliding down a well she couldn’t climb out of.
{ Chapter 11 }
