Page 164 of Storm over the Caribbean
Apparently, my dear husband had learned from our castaway encounters. Somehow, in spite of my bulging belly, he had managed to wrap me in an iron embrace, trapped against the cabin walls, in a prison I never wanted to escape from. My breathing sped as I felt wet skin press against skin, and his icy heart pounding in sync with mine.
“Mrs Ambrose?” The rumbling of his voice set my whole body atremble. “You are being tardy.”
Huh? What?
My muddled brain was desperately trying to decipher his words. But I couldn’t really bring myself to pay enough attention. The feeling of his fiery lips on mine and his icy eyes staring straight into my soul were all I could think about.
“T-tardy?” I managed to squeeze out.
“Oh yes.” His eyes flashed like twin stars in the arctic night sky. “You’re supposed to be changing, aren’t you?”
And, in a blink, he tore the towel off me.
“Now,” he murmured, “that’smuchbetter.”
Then he was on me. His lips were devouring mine, his hands were worshipping every inch of my body. And when I say worshipping, Imeanworshipping. His hands were so incredibly tender, caressing my skin as if it were silk, as if my abdomen were made of priceless porcelain and filled with the most precious treasure in the world. And yet, somehow, his gentle touch was more enthralling than my wildest fantasies of pleasure. I felt my legs go limp as I slowly sank into his embrace. Blood pounded in my ears. Slowly but surely it drowned outeverything. The murmur of the sea. The mewing of the gulls. And, most importantly, the protests of my own voice of reason.
Dang it! We weren’t alone on this ship! We shouldn’t be doing this! We shouldn’t…shouldn’t…
His tongue delved into my mouth, driving a spear of desire straight through me. Tingles spread all across my body, setting my skin aflame and my heart on fire.
Shouldn’t…shouldn’t…
Oh yes, Lilly, that darn inner voice of mine screamed.We should! We most definitely should!
I tried to fight it. Tried to get back my reason, which seemed intent on taking an extended holiday. This was bloody madness! Hadn’t we worked long and hard to make sure our true identities remained secret? We were on a ship full of goddamn pirates! We shouldn’t be doing this! We shouldn’t—
“My littleifrit,” he murmured against my lips. Then his hand slid down to my belly, cupping it with unbelievable tenderness. “My family. My everything.”
My last vestiges of resistance crumbled. I melted into his arms, letting his hands roam wild and his lips scatter searing kisses all across my face. When his mouth returned to mine, he reclaimed it with the ferocity of a conqueror staking his claim.
And yet…
And yet it wasn’t enough. Never enough. Yes, he could kiss me, yes, he could hold me, but there was always a barrier between him and myself. A barrier that kept giving me loving kicks now and again!
A growl of frustration ripped free from his throat. Whirling me around, he pressed into me from behind, his rock-hard muscles somehow feeling better than the softest cushions I had ever touched. Especially one that was nestled right between the cheeks of my…
Oh dear.
I swallowed. Or at least I tried to. But my mouth was far too dry. The only thing separating him and me now was a pair of rather threadbare trousers.
“Mr Ambrose?”
“Yes?”
“Shouldn’t webothchange? I think you are also overdressed.”
“Agreed.”
He didn’t hesitate for a moment. In a flash, he had divested himself of his half-open shirt. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him shrug it off and hurl it into a corner of the room. Then, with a fierce look in his eyes, he captured my cheek in his hand.
“Ready?” he demanded.
Unable to look away, I gazed deep into his dark, sea-coloured orbs. “Since I said yes at the altar.”
His dark eyes flashed with untold emotions and, without waiting another instant, he reached down to his trousers, shoved them down and—
Someone knocked at the door?
