Page 122 of Storm over the Caribbean
And he was on me. His lips were at my neck, scattering burning brands across my skin. Before I knew what was happening, he had left a trail of unquenchable desire down my neck, farther and farther down until he was about to reach my…
“N-no,” I squeezed out while my mind screamedYes! Yes, please!“W-we can’t! If someone hears us…”
“I shall be silent. Or do you doubt my abilities in that regard?”
I nearly snorted. But it came out as a moan.
“D-don’t make me laugh!”
“That did not sound like a laugh to me, Mrs Ambrose.”
I opened my mouth to shoot back a remark—and out came another moan. Dammit!
Mr Ambrose, not being one to waste opportunities, used my distraction to pop the remaining buttons of my shirt. In a blink, the threadbare thing was fluttering away. Hot, tropical air caressed my skin.
I licked my lips.
“Y-you do remember that that was your precious mint-condition ten-year-old shirt, right?”
A stare filled with icy determination pinned me to the ground. “Do I look like I care?”
No.
No, he most definitely didn’t.
But…
Reaching out, I cupped his cheek. “You look like you care about me.”
Suddenly, the ferocious look in his eyes intensified tenfold. In a blink, his hands were holding my face in an iron grip.
“Indeed.”
Then his lips slammed down on mine.
***
“Ships ahoy! Ships ahoy!”
The shout from the lookout above echoed all over the ship. Only two seconds later, the door to the captain’s cabin slammed open, and a massive man with a no less massive beard strode out of the doorway. A moment later, the door to a storage closet opened, and a sleepy captain stumbled out.
“What is it?” Karim barked. “What do you see? The reinforcements?”
There was a momentary pause. Then…
“No! It’s one of Mr Ambrose’s merchant ships!”
Karim pulled a face.
“…being attacked by a pirate vessel!”
If the look on the bodyguard’s face had been less than pleased before, it was positively murderous now. Behind him, the colour drained from the captain’s face.
“Pirates?”
“Aye, Sir! I can clearly see the skull and crossbones on the flag!”
“I see.” Karim cracked his knuckles. “Captain?”
