Chapter Eight #3
A chuckle escaped him. “It is quite enjoyable pleasuring you.” It took very little time to encourage her swollen nubbin out of hiding with his tongue, and every sound she made as he suckled that tiny bundle of nerves or flicked it both made him smug and sent pulsing urgency through his shaft.
After intense moments teasing and suckling that button, she tumbled over the edge into bliss, and she was spectacular when she did.
Her body tensed. She pointed her toes, scrabbled to grasp the folds of his cravat, and such a throaty, keening cry left her that he couldn’t help but simply watch as the release rolled over her.
Fuck, but I’ve missed that.
Seeing her in the throes of passion was fantastic, but he needed more, especially if he wouldn’t couple with her right now.
Evan layered his body over hers, settled between her parted legs, and as she came back to earth from spending, he claimed her lips with his.
How many times had her kisses haunted his dreams the years he’d been at sea?
Her lips were so plush, so soft and just as he remembered, and that familiarity called him home.
Do I wish to go, though?
She slipped her hands to his shoulders. “You taste of sex, coffee, and brandy,” she whispered against his mouth, and with each pass of his lips, she kissed him back.
“I indulged in a cup of coffee laced with brandy before I came in this morning. The sex is all you.” Far too soon, he was lost in the wonder of her body while kissing her as if he were going to war and didn’t expect to survive.
Remembering how they’d been together yet knowing what she’d felt like now against his body a decade later messed with his brain, but he wanted her.
It was a sin, really, not to couple with her, but he refused, for this session wasn’t about him.
And he did have other things to do with his time as well as her.
Yet he couldn’t have enough of her. Being with Hannah was much like delving into an attic and finding a lost treasure.
Again, his hands wandered to her breasts beneath his shirt she wore.
Her moans and sighs were enough approval, and the next ten minutes passed in delightful exchanges of caresses.
By the time Evan once more slipped a hand between her thighs to bedevil her already wet flesh, she was halfway to a new release.
Over and over, he worked that slippery nubbin, merely for the personal satisfaction of seeing how quickly she would shatter this time.
Since she’d agreed to become his mistress, there was now no wondering what would happen after the carnal play ended.
He would simply walk away, and if he’d done the job correctly, she wouldn’t be able to walk for several minutes after she came down from this next high.
Working in tight circles with various degrees of friction to that button, he kissed her, chased her tongue with his, showed her what he would do to her the next time they came together.
When Hannah hurtled over the edge into a second release, she went hard and quite spectacularly.
Her whole body shook, and her muscles tensed.
As he watched in fascination, her fingers and toes clenched and contracted; her back arched while the muffled shout of completion echoed through the room.
Thank the stars his ship was empty, and hopefully, the docks below were as well.
But damn, his shaft was painfully hard as he stepped away from the table to leave her in peace. No doubt he’d take himself in hand later tonight.
“Good heavens, Buckthorne.” Wonder wove through her voice, and when he glanced her way after cleaning his fingers and face on his handkerchief, she sat on the table looking quite dazed and surprised. “I knew you were skilled, but apparently I have forgotten just how magical you are.”
He snorted. “No magic; I just know your body.”
“Or rather you are quite familiar with the feminine form, not just mine.” The words were breathless, and she practically drooped with fatigue.
“Hardly.”
She frowned. “Will you not finish me?”
“Not at the moment.” He was already near madness, and it would take some time for his erection to fade. “I merely wished to show you why it would behoove you to become my mistress again. Additionally, this relationship must be about more than intercourse and the pleasures found therein.”
One of her eyebrows rose in surprise. “Isn’t that the point of having a mistress?”
“Not fully.” Hell, he wanted companionship, and everything that might entail, and he studiously ignored the niggling doubt at the back of his mind that he might wish for something more substantial…
or permanent. Then he snagged the gown from the chair.
“Put this on. It was in a cupboard left on the ship.”
“You wish for me to dress? Does that mean you are taking me home?”
Was that disappointment in her tone? Difficult to tell.
“I am.” The way she pouted nearly had him throwing caution to the wind and taking the ship out by himself, repairs be damned.
However, he needed to practice self-control, couldn’t draw close to her, didn’t need the distraction or the weakness of becoming too fond, not when he had far more important things to attend to in his life.
“Why?”
He nearly shot his wad when she slipped off the table then removed his shirt from her body. “I would like to have a proper conversation with you about the future, for I am going to need your assistance.”
“Then you can join me for tea this afternoon if you want proper,” she said as she drew the gown over her head and struggled with donning it. “I want a bath and a chance to relax or compose myself in your absence.”
As a matter of fact, he didn’t want proper, but he’d take what she offered. That was all, wasn’t it? “Here.” In seconds, he’d helped her right the garment and draw it over her curves. “It is a bit snug and shows your breasts to scandalous advantage, but I have no truck with the frock.”
“Cheeky. I’ll wager you’d act the same with any woman.” She wasn’t looking at him when she said that, so he couldn’t see the emotions in her eyes.
Only with you. “Ha. Society likens me to a pirate; shouldn’t I act like one?
” It took everything in him not to rip the garment straight off her tempting body, but he distracted himself by retrieving the willow basket he’d brought in last night.
“Let us do justice to the bounty the club’s cook sent with me then we shall leave. ”
And he would curse himself for a fool, for she had the power to become his undoing.