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Authors: Michele Bardsley
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pirate’s whore. Janey is gonna kill me.
She pulled at a nipple clamp and pain shot through her. Damn it.
“You can’t just yank them off,” he said.
He was naked, too. And he was freaking gorgeous. He was muscled and he looked so unlike studious Sam or even musician Sam, she couldn’t quite comprehend that this man was … was … her sister’s perfect man.
He leaned down to unclip one of her nipples and she yelped, rearing back. “Don’t touch me!”
“I’ve already touched you. And I have every intention of touching you again.”
“No,” said Lissa, horrified. “This is so wrong. Janey—”
“Thinks you’re thick-headed. She also thinks that you and I are perfect for each other.”
This information stalled her retreat. She blinked at him as he crawled on the bed toward her. “Sh-she does?”
He pried open her legs and gently released the clamp on her clitoris. He kissed her tingling nub, flicking his tongue on the tortured flesh.
“Don’t!”
He looked at her and grinned. “You’re still my captive.”
“Sam, I’m way older than you.”
“Only by nine years and three months.” His gaze twinkled. “You act like you’re older than Methuselah. You’re only thirty-three.”
“And you’re twenty-four. I’m robbing the cradle.”
“I’m not a child. Do you need me to prove it again?”
“You need to date Janey.”
“Janey and I are friends. That’s all we’ve ever been, Lissa.”
Had her pirate been anyone other than Sam, she would enjoy a night spent here in his brawny arms. Actually, she’d already let him ravish her. What was the point of denying that they hadn’t had fantastic sex?
He grabbed her legs and pulled her down. He lay beside her, taking the clamps off her nipples. He kissed the abused flesh and she let him do it because, well, it felt wonderful.
“Remember Thanksgiving?” he asked.
Sam had joined her crazy family for Turkey Day. He’d gone outside to play with the kids instead of opting for an afternoon of football. Lissa, as the oldest McClaskey female, not to mention childless and husbandless, had babysitting duty. She’d watched Sam almost more than she’d watched the kids.
It was no coincidence that her “frisky” libido had kicked in about that time. Though she denied it then, she’d felt the attraction between them. She felt comfortable with him and he made her laugh. He was a good listener, too. It was rare to find a man genuinely interested in what she had to say.
Sam enchained her wrist and then kissed her pulse. “I thought I finally had you. I’ve been waiting for the day you didn’t look at me like I was a little boy.”
“Sam…”
“You said you were mine.”
“That was a game. I didn’t know who you were.”
His lips thinned and his eyes flashed with pain. “So you would hand over your body to a stranger, but not to someone who loves you?”
“You love me?”
Her heart pounded fiercely. This was getting way out of hand. Sex was one thing. Love was something else.
Lissa nibbled her lower lip. She should lie to him. She should say he was a nice guy, but not the one for her. Why give him hope?
Maybe it was that she didn’t want to give herself hope. “You want to stay, don’t you?”
Lissa nodded. “This is wrong,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
He kissed her lightly. The brief contact had the power to make her tremble.
“I love you. I’m not sorry I told you, either. I get it, Lissa. You don’t know what to think, what to say. What we’ve started tonight can last for longer than just a weekend at a pirate island. I’ll give you all the time and space you need, but I won’t give up.”
“You’re saying that I’ll never be rid of you.” She nearly laughed. He was so serious. How could he know, at the tender age of twenty-four, what he wanted? Or who he wanted? She was thirty-three and she still didn’t know what the hell she wanted from life or from love.
“Damn right.
She pulled at a nipple clamp and pain shot through her. Damn it.
“You can’t just yank them off,” he said.
He was naked, too. And he was freaking gorgeous. He was muscled and he looked so unlike studious Sam or even musician Sam, she couldn’t quite comprehend that this man was … was … her sister’s perfect man.
He leaned down to unclip one of her nipples and she yelped, rearing back. “Don’t touch me!”
“I’ve already touched you. And I have every intention of touching you again.”
“No,” said Lissa, horrified. “This is so wrong. Janey—”
“Thinks you’re thick-headed. She also thinks that you and I are perfect for each other.”
This information stalled her retreat. She blinked at him as he crawled on the bed toward her. “Sh-she does?”
He pried open her legs and gently released the clamp on her clitoris. He kissed her tingling nub, flicking his tongue on the tortured flesh.
“Don’t!”
He looked at her and grinned. “You’re still my captive.”
“Sam, I’m way older than you.”
“Only by nine years and three months.” His gaze twinkled. “You act like you’re older than Methuselah. You’re only thirty-three.”
“And you’re twenty-four. I’m robbing the cradle.”
“I’m not a child. Do you need me to prove it again?”
“You need to date Janey.”
“Janey and I are friends. That’s all we’ve ever been, Lissa.”
Had her pirate been anyone other than Sam, she would enjoy a night spent here in his brawny arms. Actually, she’d already let him ravish her. What was the point of denying that they hadn’t had fantastic sex?
He grabbed her legs and pulled her down. He lay beside her, taking the clamps off her nipples. He kissed the abused flesh and she let him do it because, well, it felt wonderful.
“Remember Thanksgiving?” he asked.
Sam had joined her crazy family for Turkey Day. He’d gone outside to play with the kids instead of opting for an afternoon of football. Lissa, as the oldest McClaskey female, not to mention childless and husbandless, had babysitting duty. She’d watched Sam almost more than she’d watched the kids.
It was no coincidence that her “frisky” libido had kicked in about that time. Though she denied it then, she’d felt the attraction between them. She felt comfortable with him and he made her laugh. He was a good listener, too. It was rare to find a man genuinely interested in what she had to say.
Sam enchained her wrist and then kissed her pulse. “I thought I finally had you. I’ve been waiting for the day you didn’t look at me like I was a little boy.”
“Sam…”
“You said you were mine.”
“That was a game. I didn’t know who you were.”
His lips thinned and his eyes flashed with pain. “So you would hand over your body to a stranger, but not to someone who loves you?”
“You love me?”
Her heart pounded fiercely. This was getting way out of hand. Sex was one thing. Love was something else.
Lissa nibbled her lower lip. She should lie to him. She should say he was a nice guy, but not the one for her. Why give him hope?
Maybe it was that she didn’t want to give herself hope. “You want to stay, don’t you?”
Lissa nodded. “This is wrong,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
He kissed her lightly. The brief contact had the power to make her tremble.
“I love you. I’m not sorry I told you, either. I get it, Lissa. You don’t know what to think, what to say. What we’ve started tonight can last for longer than just a weekend at a pirate island. I’ll give you all the time and space you need, but I won’t give up.”
“You’re saying that I’ll never be rid of you.” She nearly laughed. He was so serious. How could he know, at the tender age of twenty-four, what he wanted? Or who he wanted? She was thirty-three and she still didn’t know what the hell she wanted from life or from love.
“Damn right.
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