Page 94 of The Pirate and the Pagan
He grinned down at her wickedly. “All that love play in the coach has gone to waste now that you are cold. I’ll have to begin all over again.” His brown hand reached for the platter and pulled it between them. They sat cross-legged on the bed so they could share the food and wine. Summer devoured half a chicken then sighed and licked her fingers. She knew from experience that Rory did everything in a leisurely manner. One by one all their hungers would be satisfied and all their thirsts quenched. Soon he was feeding her various spicy delicacies, and laughed with knowing eyes as she grew warmer.
His hand slipped inside the white djellaba to fondle her breasts and belly and thighs and he knew she no longer needed the robe. He pulled off the hood and ran his fingers through her silken black tresses, then he peeled it from her breasts and shoulders and tossed it negligently after her cloak. He poured them a goblet of hot, mulled cider spiced with cinnamon, cloves, and myrrh, and set the empty platter down on the floor. With one strong arm about her he drew her across to his side of the wide bed and held the goblet to her lips. She sipped obediently, then he, too, drank, carefully placing his lips on the same spot where hers had been.
She reclined against him, one breast pressed into the curling mat of hair on his broad chest, her cheek resting against his shoulder so she could gaze up at him. One hand cupped her breast and his strong fingers played tantalizing games with her rose-pink nipple. His other hand moved the spiced wine from his lips to hers, allowing them to share the loving cup.
Summer hadn’t felt this warm and secure for a long time. She hadn’t felt this loved since the first rapturous days with Ruark when he had married her. She closed her eyes as Rory’s mouth took hers in a deep kiss. She wondered briefly if she was substituting Rory for her husband. After all Ruark had been her first love and she had loved him totally. She did not want to cheat this man. The thought melted away as his tongue began its game of arousal. He inflamed her desire and her senses so quickly, so deeply, that she knew without a doubt that she loved him.
They lay on their sides with every part of their bodies touching as he kissed her over and over. When her legs wrapped about his marble-hard thigh to rub her mons against him, he placed strong hands on her waist and lifted her over him. He held her high and allowed the tip of his erection to enter her. She plunged down and he playfully withdrew. They did it over and over, each time he went up inside her just a fraction of an inch further, slowly, blissfully going all the way up until he was seated where he longed to be. Then she drew up her legs on either side of him until she was on her knees. In this fantastic position his hands were free to cup her breasts, trace delicious fingers about her navel, or dip lower to touch the tiny erect bud of her womanhood just slightly above the place where his thick manroot entered her. She was free to arch backward, bringing an almost unbearable fullness to the sensitive area at the front of her sheath, or bend over him to tongue and lick his erect bronze nipples while his shaft moved up into the deepest part of her and his hands cupped her buttocks to hold her imprisoned while he thrust in and out. Their cries of love were mingled with the cries of the seabirds which had spotted the Phantom in the early pink dawn.
Their days together were happy; their nights paradise. Rory knew they belonged together. This woman gave all of herself to their passion and he felt overwhelmed by her giving. Also, she was honest with him to a marked degree. There was no subject she could not discuss with him.
Summer spent time at his side up on deck. She never strayed to more distant parts of the ship and the crew simply grinned and gave the captain as much privacy as was possible. He had found her some white canvas pants belonging to a cabin boy and she had cut the sleeves from one of Rory’s shirts and tied its tails at her waist. She leaned far out over the rail to watch some dolphins at play when she felt his arm steal about her. She seemed slimmer than ever to him and he bent to her ear and asked, “Are you sure about the baby?” She looked up at him quickly to see if she could catch a glimpse of regret, but all she saw was joy mixed with concern.
“I’m sure. Thank God I’m over the morning sickness or this voyage would be more like hell than heaven.” His arm tightened. “I love you, Cat.”
“I believe you,” she said, lifting her hand to smooth back the white flash of hair at his temple. “Rory, your brother Ruark is aware that we’ve met. I was at a knife fight across the river in Southwark. My husband was angry to find me there and insisted on taking me home. My young brother came in drunk and said something offensive. He called me … he called me the Helford brothers’ whore. Ru didn’t question me about you, but he was so angry he savagely knocked down Spider. Then we did what we always do, had a terrible fight. I told him I hated him.”
He looked down at her with amusement in his eyes. “Do you hate him?” he asked, wanting her to tell him the truth.
“Rory, you deserve the truth, the whole truth, not just part of it. I loved Ruark Helford with all my heart and soul. I felt so deeply in love, I walked about in a perpetual garden where he was the sun and the moon and the stars. When he made me Lady Helford, I thought he loved me, too. After he initiated me into the mysteries of love, I thought he was a god! But the truth is, now that I’ve met you, I’ve fallen out of love with him as suddenly as waking from a dream. I see all his faults in the clear light of day, and there are actually moments when, yes, I truly hate him. I know you are brothers and you have similarities, but the differences between you are amazing. He is arrogant, demanding, and he has a cruel streak which frightens me.”
He looked down at her and she saw that the amusement had left him. He said carefully, “I am quite capable of arrogance and cruelty, Cat; don’t deceive yourself, I beg you, love.”
“But he also has a brooding moodiness sometimes which you are incapable of. Your eyes show only amusement … you laugh all the time. That’s probably the reason I love you, Rory.”
His green eyes were smiling again. “Ru knows all about us. I don’t want you to worry about it … it’s between Ru and me and we’ll settle it once and for all, but I don’t want you to be mistaken about him either. He must have loved you with all his heart or he wouldn’t have made you Lady Helford in a million years.”
“But when I confessed that I wasn’t a wealthy, strictly brought up lady, I’ve never seen such fury. The things he said to me were unbelievable. They were enough to shatter my love forever.”
“Ru had a couple of bad experiences with women who tried to take him for everything he had. It made him cynical toward all women.”
A spark of anger flared in Summer. “You play devil’s advocate very well. Are you trying to make me go back to him?” He laughed, kissed her quickly, and said, “I just want you to understand, and if you refuse to understand, then it’s my gain and his loss and I’m a big enough bastard to take full advantage.”
“He was the one who spoke of an annulment, but it’s what I want more than anything.” She added quickly, “Not so that you’ll have to marry me.”
“Don’t you want me for your husband?” he asked seriously. “You can’t have a child and remain unmarried, I won’t allow it.”
“Of course I want you for my husband.”
“Cat darling, I want you to think about it carefully. An annulment will mean giving up the title of Lady Helford, giving up Helford Hall and all Ruark’s wealth and position with the King’s court.”
“Hell and furies, why won’t you Helfords believe money and titles mean nothing to me? I only wanted money to save Roseland, and even then it wasn’t really for myself but for my brother, who is Lord St. Catherine and deserves some sort of inheritance.”
“I believe you, darling. Why else would you take up with a pirate who steals and smuggles for a living?”
“Anyway, I have friends of my own at Court and I’m a particular favorite of Charles. He doesn’t give a damn if I’m Lady Helford or Cat St. Catherine!”
Rory’s eyes had narrowed at mention of the King. A hardness had come about his mouth that she had never seen before. She felt a slight flutter of fear and came to the conclusion that she had misjudged his carefree manner. He was obviously jealous of her. Simply because he had not seemed jealous of his brother, she assumed he was not possessive by nature; she was wrong.
One of the sailors in the rigging had spotted a sail and all eyes were on Black Jack Flash to await his reaction and his orders. Rory adjusted his spyglass and shouted “She’s Dutch,” which only confirmed what his crew had suspected. Summer felt a great excitement well up within her. “Let me see!” she cried. He handed her the instrument and pointed out the small sail on the horizon, then shouted some strange foreign words to his men.
“Oooh”—Summer let out a long breath—“are you going to take her?”
Rory shook his head and laughed as the total look of disappointment covered her face. “Why not?” she demanded. “We’re at war with the bastards.”
“England is at war; I am not England. How could I take the ship and tomorrow go sailing into The Hague with a Dutchman in tow?”
She felt a keen disappointment but grudgingly admitted that what he said made sense. She felt his amused eyes upon her as she glanced up to see that the Phantom was flying the Dutch flag.
