Kyle froze before he took his first sip.
“I’ve committed many sins in my life, few of which I regret. But I have never forced a woman, Moira.” Kyle’s penetrating green eyes bore into her until they eventually crinkled at the sides with his grin. “I don’t have to.”
“But you think to shut my mouth with your cock inside it,” Moira pointed out. When Kyle’s eyes widened, she chuckled. “You assumed I didn’t understand what you implied. How could I not if I asked if you’d force me?”
“What does a maiden know of that, even if your sister is Lizzie?” Kyle snapped.
Moira looked at him with a furrowed brow and a smirk. “Perhaps you shouldn’t keep assuming that you know me so well.”
“Are you saying you’re not a virgin?” Kyle’s voice rasped.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t make so many assumptions,” Moira said smugly. She squeaked when Kyle pounced. He pulled her against his body, her hands trapped between them as his mouth descended to hers. Rather than panic and pull away, Moira pressed herself closer and opened to him. He stepped Moira backwards until her back pressed against the bulkhead. He didn’t need to make any more assumptions: he was kissing a woman with experience. With her hands caught between them, she fisted his leine as he pressed his rod against her mons. Frustrated by not being able to feel her breasts pressed to him, he raised her arms and pinned them against the wall, but her whimper of pain made him jump back. He’d forgotten that she’d suffered his neglect all day. She had been tortured, just as she accused.
“I’m sorry. That was thoughtless of me,” Kyle murmured as he kissed her cheek near the corner of her eye, tasting a trace of salt that he knew didn’t come from the sea air. She had been crying earlier. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you. At Dunluce, not your ship.”
Moira bit her bottom lip, pulling the puffy flesh between her teeth. “I wanted the same thing.”
“Is that all you wanted?” Kyle whispered. Moira looked at him for a long moment before she shook her head. His large hand slipped between her arms and palmed her small breast. He watched as her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted. It was one of the most sensual sights he’d ever beheld. He massaged the pert mound, brushing his thumb over her nipple. The loose leine had hidden her breasts well, so she hadn’t bound them. Now Kyle could feel every contour. “Why were you on the ship?”
The trance ended as abruptly as it started. Moira pushed Kyle’s hands away and moved to cover her breasts with her upper arms. Her hands shielded her mons. She might enjoy Kyle’s kisses and his touch, but she didn’t trust him with the truth.
“Back to being recalcitrant,” Kyle tsked. “I warned you it wouldn’t serve your proud little bottom well.” Kyle didn’t expect Moira to turn around and press her hips back at him in offering, the challenge written clearly in her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder. He hooked his fingers into her waistband and tugged her backward until she landed over his lap once he was seated. With her hands and feet still restrained, she was powerless to stop Kyle from pulling the laces free from her leggings and pushing them down over her hips. The first spank echoed in the cabin, but Moira made no sound. The second and third elicited sighs that Kyle felt rather than heard. The fourth and fifth made her shift restlessly.
“Who have you been with, Moira?” Kyle demanded. “Who spanked you? Taught you to enjoy this?”
This truth she would give him. “No one. I would have fought off any other man.”
Kyle rained down another sharp slap along the crease where her buttocks met her thighs. He gazed at the reddening skin and wanted to groan. He was certain Moira could feel his arousal. How could she not, when his cock pressed against her ribs? He angled his hand for the next slap so his fingers dipped between Moira’s thighs. He did groan when he found what he suspected. She was dripping for him.
“I already know you like this, Moira,” Kyle whispered as he pulled a dirk from his belt and leaned over, cutting the bindings from her ankles. He slipped his fingers between her thighs, caressing her folds once then resting them against her heated skin. “And I know you’re familiar with