Page 125 of Storm over the Caribbean
“Aaah…oohh…!”
I felt Mr Ambrose’s hard length press against me. His mouth ravaged my own, pulling a moan from deep within my throat. After months of marriage to Mr Rikkard Ambrose, I thought there was nothing about him that could surprise me anymore. By now, I expected the heat emanating from this iceberg of a man. By now, I expected the love shining in his eyes. What I didnotexpect was the pure, unadulterated ferocity of his mouth on my own.
“Three weeks,” he growled, not separating his lips from mine for just an instant. “Three entire weeks I have spent without touching you! First, I was poisoned by that infernal fruit—”
“Which, I might add, you ate yourself due to your own stupidimmmmmh—!”
My words were cut off abruptly by a pair of lips once more slamming down on mine. “Then,” he hissed against my mouth, “I was awake, but weakened by that poison, unable to sit, unable to move, unable tohold my own wife!”
“Mmmm…”
“Well,” he cut me off once more, before I could get out anything coherent. “I’m not unablenow.”
And he let loose. Let loose like he never had before. Clothes went flying in all directions, leaving me nearly bare to the world. Around us, the world had slowly darkened as the sun had vanished behind the horizon, but if the air was growing colder with the coming night, I didn’t notice it through the heat coming off of me. Coming off of him. Mingling between us.
“M-Mr Ambrose…”
Ignoring my words utterly, he tore my sorry excuse for trousers off me and hurled them into a corner. Skin slid over heated skin. I could feel his hot breath on my—
No, Lilly! Concentrate!
“M-Mr Ambrose, we shouldn’t! The pirates—”
“—are drunk off their arse,” he completed my sentence, pressing another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “And I mean that literally. I saw one of them trying to balance a bottle of whiskey on his bottom before falling over and starting to snore.”
All right. That was a fairly good argument for continuing.
As is the way he’s kissing you.
Heck! Now he’s even seducing my inner voice?
Definitely! Ohh…ahhh…yes, more…!
Shut up! I have to stop this before someone hears us! I have to stop him—
And then, suddenly, he stopped. His skin separated from mine, his muscles no longer digging into me, his heat gone, leaving me cold and alone.
At least until, from above me, I heard the rustling of cloth. His tailcoat flew over my head and, a moment later, he was there, skin burning against naked skin. The only thing between him and me now were the flimsy remnants of my underwear.
Well, that and my baby bump.
I smirked up at him. “So…still not willing to let me on top?”
I couldn’t see much of his magnificently chiselled face in the darkness, but I could see enough to make out the twitching muscle in his cheek.
“Mrs Ambrose…!”
“Yes, Mr Ambrose?”
That muscle in his cheek twitched again. Then he rolled away from me, onto his back, extending a hand to me.
“Come.”
I smirked. “Oh, I intend to.” I did not move.
That made the muscle in his cheek twitch once more. “Mrs! Ambrose!”
“Come on,” I coaxed. “I want to hear it. Say the magic word.”
