His hand slides to my throat, his palm squeezing as he uses his other arm to drag me against him. When his mouth claims mine, I close my eyes, my mind swimming as he tongues my lips apart.
He spins me and kicks the door shut then pins me against it. “Warned you, lass.” He grates against my lips as his hand goes to my thigh. “Warned you not to look at me like that, didn’t I?”
I gasp as he reaches between my legs and turns his hand to force them apart. When his fingers graze against my wet panties, I moan. He kisses the sound from me, then shoves my panties aside and sinks two fingers into me.
I buck at the sudden intrusion, and he curses against my lips.
“So wet, lass. Dripping for me. Only me.” He pulses his fingers in and out.
“James,” I whimper.
He pulls my dress aside and fastens his mouth around one of my nipples.
I gasp and grab his hair, my body arching as he touches me deeply, his teeth teasing against my hot flesh. Everything inside me feels like a lit fuse. Hissing and sparking as my body winds up tighter and tighter.
“This is mine, lass.” He growls against my breast. “Don’t you forget it. When I take something, I don’t give it back. Never. You’llneverpry it from my grip.” He curls his fingers as he says it, and I can’t stop the moan that tears from my lips.
He moves to my other nipple, his tongue hot against me as he keeps moving his fingers in and out. My legs begin to shake, my body desperate for release. Then he pulls his fingers out and rubs my clit, giving me exactly what I need.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as I fold in on myself and explode, my body rolling in pleasure as his name is on my lips. I cry out, unable to hold it in as he masters me with nothing more than his fingers. He returns to my mouth, kissing me hard and swallowing each sound, each whimper, each whisper of his name. I ride his hand, taking everything he gives and demanding more until I’m barely able to stand.
When he finally lets me take a breath, his eyes are on mine, the intensity in him like the beam of a searchlight in dark waters. “Remember my words, lass.” He pushes his fingers inside me again, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. “Mine.”
He pulses into me a few more times, then brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, taking every bit of my wetness and making it his own. It’s erotic and filthy and so hot that I don’t know how I’m still standing.
“You taste just as sweet as I knew you would.” He grips my waist and lifts me, then spins and deposits me away from the door. “Come downstairs when you’re ready. The Guardians are here.”
The blood drains from my face. “Right now? You mean they’redownstairs?” I hiss.
His smirk is back, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Yes.”
I cover my face with my hands. They heard everything. Everything! There’s no way they didn’t. “I was so loud,” I whisper.
His smirk turns into a rakish grin. “I know, lass. Trust me, I know. I’m rather curious to see how loud you’ll be when I’m bollocks deep in your hot cunt.”
“Hook!” I slap his arm.
“I thought it was James. Or is that only when I’m inside you, lass?” He’s dripping with masculine pride. Why does he have to be sexy when he’s taunting me?
“Get out.” I point at the door.
“I’m going.” He strides out, a fucking jaunty whistle on his lips as he heads down the stairs. “Welcome!” His voice booms through the house.
I consider hiding in my closet, or maybe climbing out the window and asking Sally to somehow fly me away from here to avoid dying of embarrassment, but none of those things are legitimate options. Besides, I want to see Tiger Lily and Shiner again. Maybe they can shoot straight with me about what it’s going to take to fix the island’s magic. I fetch the little shoes Nessie put in the bottom of my closet and slip them on. I think maybe they’re satin or silk? Once again, I have no idea, but they’re soft and nice, the same color as my dress.
“Hey, Moira?” Widow’s voice is outside my door. “You, um,coming?” She doesn’t even bother to hide her snicker.
“Ugh.” I open the door and walk out, giving her the cold shoulder.
“Oh, come on.” She hooks her arm through mine. “You can’t be mad at me for that one. I couldn’t resist.”
I roll my eyes.
“Look at the rocks on you.” She taps her nail against the large sapphire. “I bet that’s from Hook’s private collection, the treasure to end all treasures.”
We stop at the top of the stairs. “Everyone heard?” I glimpse Starkey below. He’s looking up at me with a big smile on his face. Smee is, as usual, glaring at me.
“Yep, everyone heard.” Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover it.
