Page 93 of The Pirate and the Pagan
What a difference a day made. If he’d asked such an outrageous thing yesterday, she would have refused, for hadn’t she vowed that nothing more must happen between them? But now she was eager to get away from London, eager to be with a man who accepted her totally with all her faults, eager to make love with such a magnificent male as Rory Helford.
She glanced to the window, saw it was dark, and knew he must be away before light. “Do I have time to pack some things and change my clothes?” she asked, feeling excitement rise within her.
“Let me undress you, darling, we have all the time in the world.” He rubbed his thumbs across the worry lines in her brow and said huskily, “You need to play, my love, have some fun.” He pulled the gown from her shoulders and brushed his lips across the bared skin in reverent appreciation. This close, his eyes were deepest green and the skin seemed to be stretched taut across his deeply bronzed cheekbones. She held her breath, waiting for his reaction when he uncovered her breasts, for she knew their size and fullness had increased this last week. His mouth curved into a deep smile and he rolled his eyes and groaned in exaggerated bliss.
Summer laughed with pleasure and he bent his head to taste them as if they were luscious fruits. “I’m glad I can make you laugh,” he murmured. “When’s the last time you had any fun?”
“I can’t remember,” she said, smiling up at him. He made a game of undressing her. Each silken body part he uncovered received a dozen tiny kisses and then she joined in the fun and returned the bed play.
“Cat, life is a game. Love is a game. Lovemaking can be a thousand different games. Shall we play one?” he challenged, lifting an amused eyebrow. She was lying nude upon the bed. He, too, was now nude and he leaned his weight upon his hands on either side of her, filling his eyes with a lover’s vision of a lifetime. “You are almost too beautiful,” he whispered.
Her eyes traveled the length of his magnificent body, marveling at the perfection of muscle and sinew. “Are you ready?” he asked.
She caught her breath in anticipation, then nodded.
“I’m going to make love to you without moving in and out. If I bring you to climax, I win.”
She laughed shyly. “Rory, that’s impossible.”
He grasped her ankles and pulled her gently from the bed onto the floor. Then he reached up and pulled down a pillow for her. She thought he would put it beneath her head, but instead he lifted her hips and positioned it beneath her buttocks. Her mons stood out invitingly. He went on his knees before her and she couldn’t resist reaching out her fingers to touch his proud, crimson-headed shaft. It jumped wildly when her fingers came into contact with the hard center of him; he spread her rose-colored center and slowly inserted himself deep inside her until she was filled with him. He stayed absolutely motionless to let her get used to his fullness, then his mouth closed over hers and his tongue penetrated the sweetness of her mouth, and he held it motionless also.
It felt strange at first not to feel him moving in and out, but after about five minutes of stillness she became more aware of her body than she had ever been before. She became so sensitive she could feel her blood running through her veins. Then she became aware of her heartbeat, then his, and realized they pulsed against each other. Suddenly she felt him growing inside her and was both amazed and pleased that she could affect him so profoundly.
When he had lengthened and thickened to his full potential, he began to flex the great muscle of his manroot inside of her. Her honeyed walls clung to him, setting up a deep pulsing within her as they fused together. He fit so tightly that when the head of his phallus pulsed, it forced her to pulse also. The rhythm he set up inside her body was fast and strong. Incredibly she began to build to an intense degree, then his tongue began to pulse against hers and she knew a desire to suck him which she could not deny. Then a feeling she had never experienced before began deep within her and she knew her other lips were sucking him as wildly as her mouth clung to his tongue. Finally she let go to cry out her rapture and Rory’s cry also filled the chamber. “Oh oh … Rory … you win and I win … mmm … yes, yes, yes!”
“I love playing games with you,” he murmured against her ear. They slept curled together for a half hour, then he stirred and awakened her with love words. “Cat, sweetheart, you’d better pack a few things.”
She groaned. “Brute, I can’t lift a finger, I’d rather stay here in bed with you.”
“I know another game,” he tempted.
The corners of her mouth curved up irresistibly. “What?” she asked curiously.
“Don’t dress. Pack the things you think you’ll need but stay naked so I can watch you move about the room. Then we’ll play half-and-half.”
She laughed. “What’s half-and-half?”
“I’ll make love to you half in your bed here and the other half in my bed aboard the Phantom.”
“Will you be able to stop halfway?” she teased.
“Indeed, my darling. I have perfected the technique. Only you must just slip a cloak over your nakedness so I can caress you in the coach and keep you in readiness for the finale.”
“Rory Helford, you are a very wicked man.” She laughed.
“Tell the truth and shame the devil—you love to play my wicked games.”
Black Jack Flash was at the helm of the Phantom as it silently glided out on the flood tide. He seemed to have no difficulty finding his way in the dark, but he did not move from the forecastle until his sure hands and keen eyes had maneuvered the long, low ship past Margate into the open sea. He then turned the ship’s wheel over to his second mate and slipped belowdecks.
Summer was always bemused at the contrast between Rory’s two cabins. The outer room was exactly what one would expect of a sea captain, with comfortable leather chairs, map tables, and a desk filled with charts and papers. The inner cabin had his own unique, strong personality stamped all over it. The black silken carpet had a pile so thick, her feet sank into it. The black-and-red-lacquered cabinets were probably priceless, and when the heavy, mirrored door of the wardrobe was opened, it displayed the clothes of a vain, flamboyant male, selected to match his striking black hair with its startling streak of white.
Some of the items were strange and had obviously come from foreign lands, others were magnificently embroidered with jewels, yet always in the same colors of jet, pearl, diamonds, and crystal. Even the plain shirts and breeches were hand-sewn from the finest, most expensive materials.
Summer hung her clothes beside his, glad that she had not brought many with her since the space was so limited. Finally she turned toward the bed which dominated the room. The red silk panels floated about like smoke and she wondered with a stab of jealousy how many women had been inside that silken cocoon. She knew full well that if she was experiencing pangs of the green monster, she must be falling in love.
Suddenly she heard him step into his outer cabin and felt shy as a new bride, but the moment his tall figure stood in the doorway and they looked at each other, everything was all right. He carried a huge platter of food, which smelled delicious, and she smiled as she remembered that Rory always fed her. He set the tray on the bed and came to her. “You haven’t eaten all day, have you?” he asked as he gently took her into his arms and held her against him. She shivered. “You’re cold, love,” he said, untying her cloak and casting it across the room. “Come to bed.”
He reached for an enormous white djellaba with a hood and wrapped it about her, then held open the red silk panels as she climbed upon the huge bed. He undressed quickly, slipped in the other side, and closed the silken drapes to seal them off from the rest of the world.
