The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,26

walked past the table, not bothering with the leine despite being chilled. “While you slept away the day, I tried to keep us afloat.”

Moira’s eyes widened as she realized her sour mood when she awoke only provoked Kyle’s frazzled nerves. She kneeled at the edge of the bed and beckoned him to sit on the bed beside her. Despite narrowing his eyes, he relented and sat down. Moira shuffled to kneel behind him as she massaged his hunched shoulders. She’d grown cold earlier, but Kyle’s skin was like ice. She dropped the plaid from her bare shoulders.

“You’ll catch your death. Come lie with me, so I can warm you.”

“Lie with you?” Kyle smirked, purposely misinterpreting her meaning. “Is that all you think about, you lusty little wench?”

Moira’s lips pursed before she returned his smirk. “At least the only important part of you would be warm.” Her eyes widened when his eyes turned thunderous. “I jest,” she whispered.

“I came to ensure you were safe, and you’ve hissed and snarled like a harpy. Then you tell me the only thing you care about is my cock. Fear not, sweet one, I shall give you just what you want.” Kyle pressed Moira onto her back before he rose and stripped off his fresh leggings. He crawled onto the bed, waiting for Moira to cower, to shun him. Instead she opened her arms to him and made space for him between her legs.

Kyle drove into her with a single thrust, the feeling as close to heaven as he could imagine. He gazed down at Moira to ensure he hadn’t hurt her. Her welcoming smile urged him to capture her mouth in a punishing kiss as he surged into her with abandon. He used his body to pin her to the mattress as he plundered her mouth and her sheath. Unable to move with him, Moira tried to writhe, but Kyle captured her wrists and lifted her arms over her head.

“My cock is all you wanted, so it is all you shall get,” Kyle growled. He watched Moira’s pupils dilate until they nearly flooded her sapphire irises. He knew she must be in pain from how he relentlessly pounded into her, but she said nothing, giving no indication that she wanted him to stop. She looked aroused. All too soon for his taste, he felt his bollocks tightening. He intended to punish Moira, but he hadn’t intended to punish himself. He wanted to draw out the sensations of being within her body, the bliss that came from joining with Moira for the first time. But what his mind—and his heart—wanted didn’t coincide with his body’s need for release. Unable to hold back, he withdrew, with his essence spreading across Moira’s belly. He moved off the bed, not looking at Moira as he put his leggings back on and donned his leine. He retrieved dry stockings from his chest and found his spare pair of boots scrunched between the chest and wall.

Kyle knew she would ache with the unspent lust. He knew she’d be uncomfortable until he deigned to remedy her predicament. If his rod was all she wanted, then that was all she would get. She wouldn’t get his sentiments, his need to ensure her pleasure. She would get the one part she wanted, but he wouldn’t let her have what she desired. He crossed back to the bunk to stand beside a shivering Moira, who watched him as though he were an unpredictable wild animal. He supposed he was.

“Touch yourself, and I shall know. Ease the ache in your quim, and you will earn yourself a thrashing, Moira. We shall see if my cock is the only thing you want from me. I gave you what you said you wanted. You never asked for release.”

“Would you have given it to me if I asked?” Moira wondered.

“No.” Kyle turned his back on her yet again and stormed out of the cabin, leaving Moira distressed and unsatisfied.

Kyle felt unsettled after leaving Moira. He assumed it was the need to set his crew to work since the rain had slowed, and the wind was manageable. But he couldn’t push Moira from the forefront of his mind. It was one thing to deny her pleasure while they were engaged in their foreplay, but it was the second time he’d done it as a punishment. He hadn’t thought twice about it the first time, and he didn’t feel guilty the second time. But he missed seeing the rapture on