Chapter Nineteen #4
“That is doing it up too brown, but then, you are charming.” She smiled, shoved her hands up his chest, and when she clutched his shoulders, she shifted her stance and leaned over him, rocked her hips, ground upon him.
No, she wasn’t a novice at intercourse, and he appreciated that about her, especially when sensations of pleasure flooded him.
“Ha.” Fuck, but he needed to gain control over the coupling lest he come too soon.
Putting his hands on her waist, he ignored the urgent throbbing in his shaft.
With tensed muscles, he flipped them both over, settling between her bent knees.
Then kissed her in the hope that would cool the heat in his blood, but she wasn’t content with that.
True to her history, her hands were seemingly everywhere, and each flitting touch, every caress sent him careening closer to the edge before he’d claimed her body.
“Hannah…” He’d barely gotten his fill of tasting, sucking, nipping her pebbled nipples when she’d sneaked a hand between them to fondle his equipage. Need tingled through his stones. A groan escaped. Desire zipped along his nerve endings, igniting his blood, and his shaft jumped with urgency.
She licked a path beneath his jaw. “Finish me before I go mad.”
“We cannot both be that, can we?”
She snorted. “After tonight? I’m not so sure.”
Evan encouraged one of her legs upward. When he glanced at her, caught the soft smile curving her lips, his heart trembled.
She was the most beautiful vision, and if he were fortunate, they would explore the world together.
Then the remainder of his thoughts flew from his mind, for he thrust into her sheath once more.
His groan mingled with hers; she welcomed him home like no one else had ever been able to do.
The hold on his control snapped. Repeatedly, he stroked into her, went as deep as possible.
She held onto the forearm he used to anchor himself.
Once they fell into that familiar rhythm, she canted her hips, met each of his pushes as she always had since that first time together all those years ago.
Hot, frantic need slammed through his body.
Over and over, he claimed her, showing her with his actions that he adored her beyond measure.
She shifted position, wrapped her legs about his waist, and he leaned over her.
The new angle was apparently pleasing, for she caught her breath, looped her arms about his shoulders.
“Yes, Buckthorne, oh yes.” Tiny pinpricks of pain from her nails digging into his skin urged him onward, as did the sounds of delighted pleasure she made.
All too soon, the unrelenting pressure demanded his attention.
Tingling need went through his stones, bringing them close to his body.
His shaft jerked. He pistoned his hips faster, thrust into her with so much purpose the sound of flesh hitting flesh blended with their heavy breathing.
Her hold on him slipped. With a cry her body stiffened.
Those slick feminine walls contracted around his length so intensely that it pulled him into his own release.
With one more deep stroke, he came—hard; his member pulsed as if it objected to being neglected while he’d pleasured her.
A strangled shout left his throat, merged seamlessly with her scream of repletion seconds before he collapsed into her.
“Ah, Hannah. I adore you.” He wrapped his arms around her, content to hold her, and he pressed tiny, feather weighted kisses to her cheeks, her chin, her forehead, her closed eyelids. Salt came away on his lips; she was crying. “Are you well?”
“Yes.” She slipped a hand to his nape and found his mouth with hers. “I can’t believe how much my life will change with you. I’m looking forward to everything.”
“I know the feeling.” When shifted onto his back, she came with him and rested her head on his chest. “Does this mean you’ll marry me at the first opportunity?”
“It does.” The shiver she gave into transferred to him. “After all these years, I’m finally going to marry, and to the best husband for me I could possibly find.”
His heart squeezed. “You found me ten years ago, but I was too big a nodcock to go along with it.”
“I won’t argue with you on that.” Exhaustion wove through her giggle. “But better late than never.” Emotions must have hit her hard, for she sniffled with her next breath. “I only wish Charlotte were here with us. We would have been a family.”
“We still are, love.” Holding her close to give them both the comfort they sorely needed, he pressed his lips to her temple. “We will never forget our daughter, and in the continued grieving for her, we will find healing.”
As she nestled into his body, he swallowed around the lump of emotion in his throat.
Just as the mysteries of the sea were ever-changing, so was navigating love.
But he wouldn’t trade that for anything, not even the chance to become a duke.
For all intents and purposes, Captain Buckthorne was dead, and he looked forward to seeing who he was beyond that.
With the woman he could never forget at his side.