Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah #5) - Lisa Kessler Page 0,34

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“I’d never taken a life before that day.” With his gaze locked on hers, he shook his head slowly. “But I didn’t want to lose mine, either. Not for a crime I didn’t commit.”

“You were innocent.” There was no condemnation in her voice. “And you defended yourself.” She lifted her hand to caress his cheek, her gaze falling to his mouth and back to his eyes. He’d never wanted to claim a woman’s lips more, but he wouldn’t. Not until she asked.

Even if it meant he’d have blue balls for the rest of eternity.

She wet her lips. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

He blinked, searching her eyes. “I’m too exhausted for your games.”

“No games.” She rested her hand over his heart. “I’m asking. Kiss me?”

He caught her waist, scooping her up as he fused his lips to hers and walked her over to the hull of the ship. All the pent-up emotions she’d unleashed in him fed into the passion burning him from the inside out. He’d never wanted anyone so urgently in his long life.

She wrapped her legs around him, and he pressed her back against the cool wood. His tongue wrestled with hers, hungry to get even closer, to explore every inch of her. His erection pulsed between them, making him ache to tear off their wet clothes.

Her hands fisted in the back of his wet hair, pulling at his braids, a delicious ache, distracting him from the fire in his sore shoulders. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss as she rocked her hips against him, tempting him to lose control.

Would it be so bad? Maybe if they had sex, it would defuse this tension between them. He could get this hunger for her out of his system and stop caring what she thought of him. They’d steal the Tyrfing and go their separate ways.

He broke the kiss with a breathless growl. “I need you. Closer.”

The fire in her eyes intoxicated him.

She slid her hands between them, her fingers opening the button on his wet jeans. He pressed her tighter against the hull and opened her pants as he kissed her again. She tasted like cinnamon and salt water. He couldn’t get enough.

She brought her legs down from his waist and lowered his zipper, rolling his wet pants down over his ass. His erection burst free, and he tugged her pants down, moving closer. He gripped his shaft, guiding the tip to her opening, when one thought pierced through the haze of desire like a beam from a lighthouse on a foggy night.

“Condom.” He groaned. “Fuck. I don’t know if we have one on the ship.”

She caught his lower lip in her teeth, eyes on his. “I’m on birth control.” Her eyes searched his. It took a second for his brain to make the connection.

“I’m clean.” The Grail made contracting an STD impossible, but he hadn’t been with a woman in more years than he wanted to count anyway.

No longer. He kissed his way down her neck as he teased her wet opening with the tip of his erection before thrusting into her.

“Yes!” She gasped as he pulled her leg up to his hip so he could reach deeper inside her. He couldn’t get close enough.

She brought her other leg up, clasping her legs around his waist. He pounded into her, drinking in the build, the yearning, the ache for release. He rested his forehead on hers, tracing her lips with his index finger.

“Show me what you like,” he whispered.

She nibbled at his chin. “I like this.”

He shook his head, grinding his hips into her as he took her hand and placed it around his wrist. He slid his hand between them, his index finger exploring her folds as he nuzzled her lips.

“Guide me.”

She slid her hand along his, her fingers leading his until he found the spot that made her gasp.

“There it is,” he growled, working his finger faster.

Her fingernails dug into his wrist as she moaned. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

“No chance,” he growled into her mouth as he claimed her lips again.

Their bodies crashed together as the ship rolled beneath them. She broke the kiss, calling out his name as her inner muscles clenched around him, milking him until he exploded deep inside her and left him trembling against her.

She released his wrist and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. He drank in the scent of her wet hair, closing his eyes and wishing for the first time that he could stop