Chapter Four #2
Not too long afterward, the captain stirred. His body jerked and his hips bucked, which sent his shaft deeper into her mouth. This act had her own arousal growing. Even now, her nipples had hardened and sensitive, desperate to be touched.
“What the devil are you doing?” Though his voice was groggy, the annoyance there was unmistakable.
Coming off him with a slight pop, Hannah met his gaze. In the anemic candlelight, his blue eyes glittered. “Taking my pleasure from the man who ruined my life.”
“What the hell does that mean?” He levered himself onto an elbow, and that shock of hair flopped over his forehead once more.
“Surely you know what pleasure means.” Bedeviled with pure lust, as desire throbbed through her, Hannah climbed onto the bed, and she quickly straddled his waist. As his erection rubbed against her arse, she tamped on the urge to moan.
“Of course I do,” he all but growled, and when he reached to fondle one of her breasts through the thin lawn of her night dress, she let him, and as he tweaked one of her nipples, an involuntary gasp escaped her.
“I meant how did I ruin your life? Last time I checked, you were an active participant as my mistress.”
At the last second, she remembered she’d never posted the letters to him, so he had no idea she’d carried his child, had given birth to the babe, and then subsequently lost it.
A deluge of emotions sought to batter her, but she ignored them as best she could.
For a distraction, Hannah lifted onto her knees, wrapped her fingers around his engorged length, fit the wide tip to her opening, and then holding his gaze, she slammed herself down onto his shaft, and didn’t stop until he’d fully penetrated her.
“Oh, God.” Having him inside her, recalling how he specifically felt in her body sent shivers over her skin.
Not giving him the opportunity to respond or even protest, she began to move up and down his length; this wasn’t for him.
Her breasts bounced and swayed, and as she worked, Hannah pinched and rolled one of her nipples to enhance the sensations streaking through her.
Though she ground her hips and gyrated on him, the acute pleasure she sought eluded her. “Drat.”
He blew out a breath as his hands went to her waist. “If you mean to take advantage of me, then do it properly.” The moment he gripped her hips and guided her up and down his shaft, her hold on keeping her emotions in a carefully curated box fractured. “I remember how good fucking you was.”
His use of vulgarity only further enhanced the building pressure inside. “Yes, well, is this the only showing I’ll have from you, then? I need more.”
Another soft growl came from deep in his throat, and his eyes darkened. He snorted. “You wish to forfeit foreplay? I am quite skilled in drawing out pleasure. Yours especially, if I recall correctly.”
Heat went through her cheeks, which was odd since she was older and wiser now, and she worked as a courtesan besides.
A throb of need pulsed insistently between her thighs, for hadn’t she been on the receiving end of that teasing too many times?
“Perhaps tonight I merely want the act.” Though it would have been lovely to have his hands on her most sensitive bits.
“You’ll have no argument from me.” Every muscle in his body tensed.
Seconds later, he flipped them both over, temporarily breaking their erotic connection.
He settled between her bent knees, held her gaze in the flickering candlelight.
“It’s not every day a man wakes from a stupor to find himself being worked over by a former mistress. ”
“Fate is sometimes fickle in how she orders our lives.”
“True, but since you already had your wicked way with me, I have no choice but to return the favor.” When he grinned, need pulsed between her thighs. “I’ll wager you’ll beg me by the end like you used to.”
Letting him take control sent trembles of fear down her spine, but she pushed them away as well.
He was nothing to her. Not anymore, yet that dominance, that silent possession had the power to wake something she thought long dormant.
She ignored that too; there was no other choice.
“Do your best, Captain,” she said in a breathless whisper.
“Or my worst?” he said with a raised eyebrow. And he didn’t make a move to penetrate her again.
“It matters not to me; I merely want the release.” At least she was honest.
“A woman I can truly understand and appreciate.” As he spoke, he eased a hand between her thighs, and immediately his fingers slipped along her folds. “Damn, it’s been ten years, Anna, but I remember exactly what you felt like.”
The shortened version of her name was something only he called her by. No one else had ever dared to make it their own, never connected with her on a personal level as Evan had. Still, she’d forgotten that he used to do that, and hearing it again had the power to steal her breath.
Then she nearly forgot her own name, for he’d coaxed the swelling button out of hiding from those folds, and when he strummed the tips of his fingers over it, a different sort of madness made itself known. “Oh…”
“Ha. That doesn’t sound like the moan of a woman who is very much used to such activity.” And he continued to bedevil that nubbin as if it were his only task in life. “I’ll wager the interest and enjoyment has dimmed for you with bed sport, for servicing men has become a chore, hmm?”
How could he possibly know that? “You have no right to any part of my life.”
“Yet here I am, on the cusp of making you fly.”
“Arrogant bastard.” Though she couldn’t deny it. One of her hands drifted to cover his, to lead him to the exact spot where she wished to be touched.
And he followed the lead exactly.
“I am not a complete dunce, Anna.” The attention he paid to that tiny bundle of nerves was intense and targeted.
It took all of three seconds for her to fall over that edge.
Exquisite sensations rushed through her, but she stifled the scream that climbed her throat.
The last thing they both needed was the servants to come to check on her.
Of course he knew the secrets of her body, and she’d learned everything from him when she’d been too young and na?ve to truly understand it, him, or the act.
But she had thrived on that attention.
“Now you are properly ready to receive me.”
“Arrogant prick.” Some of the heady euphoria faded in the face of her reality.
“Perhaps, and I have more secrets than you can possibly imagine.” With a hand beneath her head, he slipped the other to the small of her back, then without warning, he thrust into her, penetrating her body, and going as deep as he could until they were irrevocably joined.
“The heat of you has always had the power to drive me insane.”
“Yet you left.” She wriggled to better accommodate his thick shaft, and even that slight movement set off a host of pleasurable tremors throughout her insides. It mattered not that she’d long ago put him from her mind; being here with him brought those thoughts back to the surface.
“I had orders.”
“You had me, but I suppose that wasn’t a strong enough pull.”
“I couldn’t take a damned mistress onto my ship.” While holding her gaze, Evan held the bulk of his weight on his forearms while she drew her legs up and locked her ankles at his waist.
“You could have written.”
“I’m not exactly the letter writing sort of man. Now, will there be further discourse, or shall I get to the business of fucking you?”
“Fine, but only because I want the release. I don’t care what you want.
” Because she could, she fit her lips to his and kissed him, and the press of his mouth was everything that had haunted her dreams. Then he moved within her, and the remainder of her ability to think clearly—or at all—abandoned her.
There was no doubt he’d been a connoisseur of women in the years they’d been apart, for the way he stroked into her, the angles he managed to hit worked to drive her wild.
Desire tingled over her skin; need fired through her blood as she canted her hips, met him thrust for thrust. They found a rhythm as if they’d been coupling together for twenty years instead of six months ten years ago.
And she hated that remembered him as if he’d merely graced her bed yesterday.
In fact, this coupling was beyond anything she’d had from clients over the past years, and instead of merely lying there or going through the motions and performing for their ego, she both participated in it but alternately begged Evan to stop when the sensations grew too intense.
He did not, of course, and it was beyond glorious.