She pulled her lips away from him, but he didn’t stop kissing her. He just changed locations. Her neck. And then lower.
“You would have challenged pirates!” she said accusingly, even as her heavy vest dropped to the floor behind her. “Do you know how foolhardy that is? No, wait, not my shirt!”
Her shirt was gone. So were her bindings. So swiftly! She’d never seen him this…this impassioned, impatient.
“James, this is serious!”
“I beg to differ, love,” he said as he lifted her so his mouth had direct access to her breasts while he bore her backward to the bed. “That is a nuisance.Thisis serious.”
His mouth closed over one breast to leave her in no doubt as to whatthiswas, nor did his mouth leave her as he stripped off the rest of her clothes, and his own. He had a wonderful mouth; God, did he have a wonderful mouth. No one could say James Malory wasn’t a magnificent lover who knew exactly what he was about. Well, not everyone could know that, but she was in a position to know at the moment, a very nice position to know.
“But, James,” she tried one more time, weakly though, to remind him about the pirates.
His tongue was dipping into her navel when he said, between laves, “Not another bloody word, George, unless they’re love words.”
“What kind of love words?”
“‘I like what you’re doing, James. More, James. Lower…James.’” She gasped as he did move lower, and he added, “That will do, too. Ah, love, you’re already hot and wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Are…those your…love words?” She could barely speak, the pleasure was so intense.
“Do they make you want me inside you?”
“Yes!”
“Then they’ll do.” He caught his breath as he entered her, swiftly, deeply, his hands cupping her derriere, bringing her up to take all of him. “For now.”
Fortunately, the pirates were left far behind, but Georgina couldn’t have cared less anymore.
Chapter Twenty-six
“Your carriage just arrived, James,” Connie announced from the open doorway.
“There’s no hurry. With that congestion out there, I’d just as soon wait until the wagons loading that American vessel in the next berth clear off the quay. Come join me for a drink, old man.”
They’d docked several hours ago. Georgina had packed James’s trunks that morning, but he hadn’t told her yet that she would be staying at his plantation. He wanted to surprise her with the grandeur of his island home, and then tonight, over a candlelit dinner of Jamaican delicacies, he was going to ask her to be his mistress.
Connie crossed the room to stand next to the desk, looking out windows that showed a clear view of the American ship and the activity going on as it prepared to set sail. “She looks familiar, don’t she?”
“Perhaps one of the Hawke’s prizes?”
Connie grinned. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Then it’s just as well she’s about to leave.”
“Why?” Connie asked. “TheMaiden Annenever sailed under her own name. And since when wouldn’t you welcome a little diversion, such as being accused of piracy when there’s no proof to back it up? You passed up the opportunity for a little sport at sea—”
“With reason,” James reminded him. He wasn’t about to put his little Georgie at risk for a mere few hours of stimulating adventure. “And actually, I’d rather not be bothered just now, either.”
Connie turned as he accepted his drink. “Youarelooking rather complacent. Any reason in particular?”
“You’re looking at a man about to commit himself, Connie. I’ve decided to keep George around for a while. And don’t look so bloody surprised.”
“Well, I bloody well am surprised, and with reason. The last woman you sailed with…What was her name?”
James frowned at the question. “Estelle or Stella. What difference does it make?”
“You decided to keep her around for a while, too. You even allowed her to decorate this cabin with these atrociously mismatched pieces—”
