Page 15 of Shiver Me Timbers

Well, I hope Ellie understands the power she holds, that’s all. Because I may boss her around, may grit out orders and manhandle her the way she likes, but the truth is: I’m wrapped around her pinkie finger. I’m tamed.

“Hold me tighter.” I cover her hand with my own and squeeze, demonstrating. “Yeah. Just like that, sweetheart.”

I will taste her soon. I’ll spread her out on a bed, and yeah, I’ll scatter rose petals if it’ll make her laugh, and I’ll lick my girl until she forgets her own name. We’ll spend the whole night making her howl; we’ll put on the big romantic show. But tonight…

Look, I never claimed to be Prince Charming. And tonight, I needin.

Ellie’s breath hitches as I steer her around and lift her onto the captain’s stool. Her waist is warm beneath the damp, clinging sweatshirt, and her feet hook around my legs, urging me close.

She’s panting already, tugging at my clothes.

Heart drumming, I dig through her baggy layers to find her jeans button.

“This okay?” I ask, pulse throbbing in my temples. Ellie nods and lifts her hips as I pop the button, helping me drag the soaked denim down her thighs. The fabric is stiff and clinging, sticking her to bare skin, and she laughs when I growl with frustration.

“Bad night to wear jeans,” she says.

“Bad night to wearanything. Fuck, I want you bare, Ellie May. Want you skin to skin, with these hard little nipples dragging over my chest. Bet you’re warmer and sweeter than a freshly baked cake.”

“Do you fuck many cakes?”

Ha. “Behave.” My hand cracks against her bare ass cheek before my brain kicks in, and I pause, palm hot and stinging. Did that cross a line?

But Ellie gasps and moans, squirming against my chest, and her breathy words don’t sound mad. No, they don’t sound mad at all. “Oh my god, Duncan. Do that again.”

If she insists.

My palm cracks against her ass a second time, though this time I linger to rub away the sting. Ellie groans, her pretty face buried in my throat.

Her hips roll where she’s perched on the stool, humping the air, and when I glance down, there’s a wet spot on her pale blue cotton panties.

Nope.

That’s me. I’m cooked.

One glance at that wet spot, and I stop thinking. Hell, I stop breathing. There’s nothing in my brain except white static, nothing driving my body except raw, gnawing hunger, and I barely register Ellie’s pleased hum when I yank her underwear down.

The stool creaks as I shove my way between her thighs, her jeans in a sodden heap on the floor. Ellie’s slick against the head of my shaft, and I rub up and down her slit, feeling her quiver and tremble.

“Do it.” She’s slurring, her cheeks flushed and eyes hazy as they stare between us, watching our bodies slide together. She’s drunk on this already, just like me. “Do it.Please. Oh, please, Duncan. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Me too. Christ, me too. I’ve pictured this going down a thousand ways; I’ve lain awake every night trying to imagine how Ellie would taste. The little sounds she’d make as I sunk inside her. Always felt like the devil for thinking of my best friend’s daughter this way, but if Iamdamned…

Well. Ellie’s worth it.

And with one thumb on her clit, I don’t have to wonder anymore. Don’t have to conjure up fake sounds in my mind. I can stand here and soak her in: every tremble and whimper and gasp. As I rub her, she starts babbling, slumping forward against my chest.

“Oh, god. Oh,please. Keep touching me. Don’t stop. If you stop, I’ll go mad, Duncan. Thesehands.”

I’m not going to stop. A maelstrom couldn’t stop me now, nor a whole legion of ghosts.

When I press one finger past her entrance, Ellie’s body sucks me deeper, swallowing me to the second knuckle. She’s hot and slick, and I saw in and out with my breath held.

A second finger. A second round of babbling, where Ellie begs and squirms and bites down on my shoulder, her sharp little teeth digging through my shirt. She’s perfect. My own private miracle.

Finally, I can’t wait any longer. She’s soft and swollen down there, ready and needy for me, and I’m so hard that it’s giving me gut ache. I press forward, notching my shaft against her entrance.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

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