Pressing through her curls, he found the nub of flesh there.
“Oh,” she whispered into his hair. “Oh.”
His lips trailed up to her collarbone, up the curve of her neck. Nipped at her earlobe. “Do you like that?”
She moaned when he rubbed a quick circle and he sucked at the tender place below her ear.
Mine.
The word thrummed through his mind and he tried to push it away.
Mine.
He let her slip lower. Lower. Until the part of him aching most for her touch bumped against her. The ache intensified.
He moved his hand, guided himself to her entrance. Something sharp dug into his neck. Her teeth. And then she wiggled her bottom.
He slipped inside her a blessed inch and her breath caught. Reining in the very last shred of self-control he had, Christian went still. “Is this...?”
She bit him again. “Christian. Please.”
“Please, what?” His voice came out hoarse. “What do you want?”
She clamped around him, a tight, hot, glove.
“I want you.”
With a guttural growl, he tugged her hips down and sank himself all the way into her.
Bliss. Pure bliss.
The buoyancy of the water gave the movement a whole new feeling as he gripped her hips and moved her in rhythm to his thrusts. Her head fell back and he pivoted so the last remnants of twilight flickered across the front of her.
With eyes closed and mouth slack, her face fairly glowed with passion. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and he groaned at the crash of pleasure the sight sent spiraling through him.
Wound tight as he had been, he’d already climbed to his peak, and he slowed his movements. Not yet. Not so soon.
But she clenched her legs tight and, using his shoulders for leverage, began the movements herself. She slid up and down his shaft, bumping her forehead against his. The determined frown on her face gave way to a satisfied smile as she got the hang of it. She sank onto him and wiggled.
God help him.
He needed to stop her.
“Red.”
Everything in his world centered around that one word. Her cries faded into background noise, his own grunts unrecognizable. Until it was just him and her. The slide of their bodies together. Her fingertips digging into his skin. The salty residue still on his tongue.
He looked down, to where their bodies joined in the darkness, her copper curls entwined with his. She let out a gasp and his name slipped past her lips. His cock surged and he groaned. Too late. The urge to finish inside her—to claim her as he had before—consumed him.No. The hazy thought pricked the back of his mind. This was different. She wasn’t just a pirate. Not anymore.
He began to pull free and she pressed her brows together in protest, clinging to him.
“I can’t. Not inside you. Too risky.” The words left him in a breathless gasp as he struggled to hold off his climax.
She tightened her grip and bumped her forehead against his. “It’s alright. I take special herbs. No risk.” Angling her hips, she began to slide down him once more.
Thank God. Because time was up.
Clamping his fingers into the soft flesh above her hips, Christian slammed into her with one more deep thrust. He held her tightly in place, even as she squirmed against the pressure, as wave upon wave of release exploded through him.
