Page 203 of Storm over the Caribbean
“You see? That’s what I’m talking about! I don’t know how I survived these last few weeks without our friendly banter!”
The big man’s beard twitched, his dark brown cheeks somehow seeming to blush even through the black bristles that covered most of his face. “By not getting shot?”
“Ah, it warms my heart how concerned you are for me, indeed it does.”
Patting the man on the back one last time, I let go of the poor fellow before his head exploded. A distinct possibility, not just because of his embarrassment, but due to the way Mr Ambrose was staring daggers at his bodyguard.
“Oh. Ehem.Sahib.” Clearing his throat, Karim hurriedly took a step back. “I did not mean to—”
“Grab him.” Cutting the bodyguard off, Mr Ambrose stabbed a finger at the slumped figure of the Frenchman.
“Right away,Sahib!” Karim snapped to attention. Without wasting another second, he grabbed the prisoner, along with the chair he was tied to, and swung both over his shoulder. The Frenchman’s head slumped backwards and, with athunk, slammed into the chair’s backrest. Karim didn’t seem to notice. “Will we be leaving then?”
“Momentarily.” Turning away from Karim, Mr Rikkard Ambrose speared me with his gaze. A gaze that quite clearly, without using a single word, told me:You just embraced another man. You just dared to embrace another man. In front of me.
Oh crap.
“Come here.”
It was not a request. It was an order.
Not that it mattered. I didn’t move an inch. After about one second, my dear husband apparently decided he had waited long enough. Stalking towards me, Mr Rikkard Ambrose wrapped hisarms around me, enfolding me in an iron embrace. I couldn’t really suppress my smirk.
“Jealous, Sir?” I whispered.
A growl erupted from deep within his throat. “In your dreams, Mrs Ambrose!”
“In my dreams we wear less clothing.”
I felt his hand take hold of the back of my neck, his fingers entangling in my hair. His eyes flashed, gaining a hungry look the likes of which he usually reserved for gazing into bank vaults. “Indeed?”
“Indeed, Sir.”
“Mrs Ambrose?”
“Yes?”
Releasing my hair, his hand slipped to the front and cupped my cheek. The way he was staring at me… It was as if I was already bare and spread out on his bed. “I have always pursued the policy of making my dreams reality.”
I swallowed. Suddenly, my mouth felt very, very dry.
In a flash, Mr Ambrose’s hand moved again. Capturing my chin, he lifted my head ever so slightly, and then his lips were suddenly on mine. I had thought that, over the last few weeks, Captain Rockface would have gotten his fill of plundering. I had been mistaken. When my lips parted in a startled gasp, he instantly claimed them with his own and started plundering my mouth for all it was worth.
Oh my…!
My head whirled. I tried to free myself from his embrace, tried to tell him now wasn’t the time. But my limbs simply wouldn’t cooperate, because Mr Rikkard Ambrose was laying a kiss on me that made my knees go weak and my blood pound in my ears until I was nearly delirious. Five seconds. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.
When he finally broke the kiss, I swayed, only really staying upright due to his tight hold on me.
“My, my,” I whispered against his lips. “I thought a gentleman was supposed to ask before accosting a lady in such a manner?”
“Currently, I’m not a gentleman,” he growled, his icy eyes pinning me to the spot. “I am a pirate!”
And he reclaimed my mouth, proceeding to take everything he wanted and more. His lips were wild, voracious and not to be denied. Not that I was planning to. Right now, my plans consisted of staying in my husband’s embrace and emulating a nice piece of putty. But for him that still wasn’t enough. In a blink, he had slid one hand beneath my derrière and, without a hint of effort on his part, lifted me bodily into the air until my face was on his level, and my lips more easily accessible. Something which he did not hesitate to take advantage of. And take. And take. And take.
Did I mention that my husband might just be a tiny bit greedy and possessive?
Not that I currently was planning to complain.
