Page 204 of Storm over the Caribbean
Not at all.
Plus, my lips were busy anyway. So why bother trying?
“You…!” he growled, his breath caressing my skin, his eyes burning with cold fire. “You will not touch other men. You will not look at other men. And you most definitely will nothug other men! Do you understand?”
The corners of my lips lifted into a cheeky smile. “A bit much jealousy for a fat ship’s cook, don’t you think, Mr Pirate Captain?”
“Yes.” Cupping my face with both hands, he rested his forehead against mine. “But not for my wife.”
Then, without another word, he slammed his mouth onto mine once more, resuming his ravaging and plundering.
Oh my…! Maybe having him moonlight as a pirate wasn’t such a bad idea.
Another fierce, relentless kiss. And another.
Yes, definitely not a bad idea!
Hm…maybe, when we got back to England, I could get the Queen to issue him one of those nifty papers making you an officially licensed pira—ehem, I mean a “patriotic privateer”?
Oh yes! Sounds fun!
Well…maybe later. Pirating might be entertaining, but what was currently going on was even more fun.
We continued to be…occupied for the next few minutes. When we finally parted, I was breathless and dizzy.
“Home?” he asked.
Never had a single word sounded so beautiful.
“Yes,” I agreed. “Take me home.”
One last time, his arms tightened around me. “Adequate. Let’s go.”
“And what about him?” I asked, jabbing my head at the unconscious Frenchman.
“Oh, I think we shall bring him along.” Eyes glittering coldly, Mr Ambrose stared at the figure dangling over Karim’s shoulder—then turned to stare off into the distance. “I have some nice, comfortable rooms underneath Empire House where we can host our guest as long as we wish and ask him all the questions we want.”
I grinned. And my grin wasn’tat allvicious. No, not in the least. “An excellent idea, my dear husband. Being hospitable is an important quality.”
“Indeed.” Releasing me from his embrace, he extended an arm to me. “Shall we?”
Unable to stop smiling, I linked my arm with his. “We shall, Sir.”
Arm in arm, we started towards the exit. Halfway to the door, Mr Ambrose stopped for a moment and glanced back at Karim, who was standing in the corner, one hand clutching the Frenchman, the other covering his eyes and part of his reddenedface. For some reason, he didn’t seem to have enjoyed our marvellous romantic scene very much.
“Oh, and Karim?” said Mr Ambrose.
“Yes,Sahib?”
“Adequate to have you back.”
“Thank you,Sahib!”
“Now stop covering your face and get moving! Chop chop!”
“Right away,Sahib!”
And, together, we stepped out into the fresh morning air. We were going home.
