The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,13

but Moira. Ha, ha. Moira will get into my blood if I don’t watch myself. I need air.

Moira knew Kyle stopped outside his door. The walls were thin, and she’d heard booted footsteps earlier in the day. She strained to hear any voices, but there was nothing there for so long that she wondered if she imagined him waiting outside the cabin. Then she heard one thump against the wall, as if someone hit it, then the clomp of boots headed toward the ladder well. She twisted once again, so she could look out the porthole. Her arms ached, but the scorching pain from earlier had abated. With her hands before her face, she studied the rope and knots. She tried to picture how she could uncoil the bindings, and she even considered trying to use her teeth. But what would she do once she was free? She could sit in the chair Kyle had occupied earlier, perhaps throw her feet up onto the table and wait for his return. Mayhap she would strip off the leine and recline on his bed, the invitation clear.

As much as those ideas appealed to her, she felt a deeper need to remain where she was when Kyle returned dominated her thoughts. She wanted him to be pleased that she’d obeyed at least one command. She’d challenged him on the others, but she didn’t want to push too far. And the kiss. The power she’d felt when she enticed him into the kiss with only her lips at her disposal. The restrained power in Kyle’s body that could have easily crushed her with no way to defend herself. For whatever reason, to some degree—at least with her body—she trusted him. And she wanted to repay that trust by at least offering some submission to his demands.

She’d touched herself plenty of times over the years. It was the only way to find the release she’d discovered by being with a man. When Kyle touched her, the need intensified even as he soothed it. Her body reacted to him on an elemental level she’d never imagined. She’d thought she’d been in love before, and yet, it had held none of the same compelling need that she felt with Kyle. She had no way to apply reason to the situation because it defied it. She only gave herself a headache while she tried. She resigned herself to waiting until their next round of cat and mouse.

As the hours ticked by and the sun moved closer to the western horizon, Moira wondered if Kyle intended to starve her into compliance. She questioned whether he would return to the cabin that night or find reasons to avoid her, to torment her with loneliness and uncertainty. She wanted to believe that his desire for her equaled what she felt for him, and that need would drive him back. But she’d already learned once that men did always reciprocate her desires.

Moira’s eyes were dropping shut when she heard the door open. She didn’t turn around, instead waiting to find out would come next. She heard something set on the table before hands slid beneath her leine and around her waist. One hand traveled up to her breast while the other cupped her mons. She pressed her hips back, knowing it was Kyle without looking. She recognized his touch, his scent. She recognized the bulge that pressed back against her.

“Are you hungry, sweet one?” Kyle murmured as he nibbled along her neck, which strained as she granted him more access. She recognized the seduction, the manipulation, but she cared not while he continued to touch her. “I didn’t hear you, Moira.”

“Yes,” she rasped.

“And what would you like to feast upon now?” Kyle asked as he pinched her nipple.

“You know I would do it again,” Moira confessed.

“Do you ken what my favorite food is, Moira?” Kyle whispered as he rubbed her tiny bundle of nerves that lay hidden in the thatch of dark curls his hand covered. She shook her head then turned her neck, trying to press the skin to his lips. “A very special kind of honey. A kind that has only one source.”

Kyle twirled Moira to face him before sinking to his knees. His shoulders pushed her legs apart as his tongue flicked out to brush against her nether lips. Moira bucked her hips when Kyle slung one of her legs over his shoulder, then wrapped his arms under her thighs and over her hips, pinning her opening to his