off hard muscle. Frustrated she stopped she could see by his grin that she had no more effect than an annoying fly.
His fingers twirling in her hair, h e laughed. “Good morning, lassie.”
S he stared into his mischievous eyes. His gentle fingers sent shivers through her as he dragged his fingers across his sculpted abdomen. Wicked unfamiliar sensations ran over her. Soft lips pressing against her, the lingering savory taste on her tongue and the scraping of whiskers on her cheeks, she moaned. She had kissed a pirate. But kissing a pirate wasn’t the worst of it, the worst of it, was she enjoyed it. She liked it and God help her, she wanted more. She moistened her lips.
T o keep her traitorous body from doing anything else dim-witted, she bolted away from him and tugged the blanket up to her neck, wincing as pain slammed into the back of her head. She glowered. “What happened? Why am I naked? What did you do?” Bunching the blanket tighter around her, she hissed, “You’re a knave.”
He shrugged. “You’ve no idea.”
" What did you mean by that? How many women have you raped?"
He narrowed his eyes. “ That’s something for you to discover.”
She stiffened. Since she had been aboard this ship, he hadn’t tried to harm her. In fact, she had wanted him. The fuzzy memories haunted her. She had licked him and kissed him and snuggled next to him all night.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
He tossed the blanket back and she saw his manhood. Her eyes widened and she sat unmoving, with cold air rushing over her nude body. She shivered.
As he slid out, her body felt frosty where it had been warm before. The empty bed was too big and she wanted him back beside her, but this was foolish, selfish, wolfish.
Hannah couldn ’t help but sneak a peek at his backside. Last night, she thought she dreamed of seeing him naked, but it hadn’t been a dream. Her recollections had been dimmed, fuzzy, but now, her mind was clear.
She stared at Kane’s muscular backside. His tight buttock drew her down to his ballocks and she jerked her head to the side. “Put some clothes on Captain.”
“ Bloody hell, lass,” he growled. “Don’t lose your head.” He marched over to his dresser, ripped open a drawer and yanked out a pair of breeches. He pulled them on and dug into another one. He pulled out a dark green shirt and tossed it at her. The shirt landed a few inches from her. She eyed the shirt and back at Kane. He stood with his arms across his wide chest.
She tilted her chin. “Turn around.”
“Shite. ” He uncrossed his arms and turned his back.
His shirt engulfed her and she couldn ’t help but snuggle into it, wishing he would wrap his arms around her. But ’twas improper. She was a lady and he was a pirate.
“Are you finished?” He snapped.
“Yes, you can turn around.”
Kane ran his finger through his thick hair. “Don't look at me as if I accosted you last night, lass.”
“Then why…”
“You came out in a bloody squall and fell down the stairs. Only a dull-witted eejit would venture outside when the seas are crashing against the ship.”
She sucked in her breath. Tears welled in her eyes. His voice reminded her of her father. “I had to find Doc.”
“Aye, to save your father,” he said. He narrowed his eyes. “Tell me, how did you get the marks on your backside?”
Her cheeks heated. Why couldn’t she be proper like her older sisters? They’d never have gone outside during a tempest. They’d never have slept with a pirate. They’d never have disappointed father. “I must have fallen down the stairs.”
“No, you didn’t,” he said. “The marks were there when I discovered you were a lassie. I had assumed they came from the battle, but I was wrong, aye?”
“What?” She shook her head. “Yes…”
“So, your father whipped you,” he said, his voice low and menacing.
“You tricked me,” she insisted. “No, he didn’t.”
He cocked his eyebrow. “You’re
His fingers twirling in her hair, h e laughed. “Good morning, lassie.”
S he stared into his mischievous eyes. His gentle fingers sent shivers through her as he dragged his fingers across his sculpted abdomen. Wicked unfamiliar sensations ran over her. Soft lips pressing against her, the lingering savory taste on her tongue and the scraping of whiskers on her cheeks, she moaned. She had kissed a pirate. But kissing a pirate wasn’t the worst of it, the worst of it, was she enjoyed it. She liked it and God help her, she wanted more. She moistened her lips.
T o keep her traitorous body from doing anything else dim-witted, she bolted away from him and tugged the blanket up to her neck, wincing as pain slammed into the back of her head. She glowered. “What happened? Why am I naked? What did you do?” Bunching the blanket tighter around her, she hissed, “You’re a knave.”
He shrugged. “You’ve no idea.”
" What did you mean by that? How many women have you raped?"
He narrowed his eyes. “ That’s something for you to discover.”
She stiffened. Since she had been aboard this ship, he hadn’t tried to harm her. In fact, she had wanted him. The fuzzy memories haunted her. She had licked him and kissed him and snuggled next to him all night.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
He tossed the blanket back and she saw his manhood. Her eyes widened and she sat unmoving, with cold air rushing over her nude body. She shivered.
As he slid out, her body felt frosty where it had been warm before. The empty bed was too big and she wanted him back beside her, but this was foolish, selfish, wolfish.
Hannah couldn ’t help but sneak a peek at his backside. Last night, she thought she dreamed of seeing him naked, but it hadn’t been a dream. Her recollections had been dimmed, fuzzy, but now, her mind was clear.
She stared at Kane’s muscular backside. His tight buttock drew her down to his ballocks and she jerked her head to the side. “Put some clothes on Captain.”
“ Bloody hell, lass,” he growled. “Don’t lose your head.” He marched over to his dresser, ripped open a drawer and yanked out a pair of breeches. He pulled them on and dug into another one. He pulled out a dark green shirt and tossed it at her. The shirt landed a few inches from her. She eyed the shirt and back at Kane. He stood with his arms across his wide chest.
She tilted her chin. “Turn around.”
“Shite. ” He uncrossed his arms and turned his back.
His shirt engulfed her and she couldn ’t help but snuggle into it, wishing he would wrap his arms around her. But ’twas improper. She was a lady and he was a pirate.
“Are you finished?” He snapped.
“Yes, you can turn around.”
Kane ran his finger through his thick hair. “Don't look at me as if I accosted you last night, lass.”
“Then why…”
“You came out in a bloody squall and fell down the stairs. Only a dull-witted eejit would venture outside when the seas are crashing against the ship.”
She sucked in her breath. Tears welled in her eyes. His voice reminded her of her father. “I had to find Doc.”
“Aye, to save your father,” he said. He narrowed his eyes. “Tell me, how did you get the marks on your backside?”
Her cheeks heated. Why couldn’t she be proper like her older sisters? They’d never have gone outside during a tempest. They’d never have slept with a pirate. They’d never have disappointed father. “I must have fallen down the stairs.”
“No, you didn’t,” he said. “The marks were there when I discovered you were a lassie. I had assumed they came from the battle, but I was wrong, aye?”
“What?” She shook her head. “Yes…”
“So, your father whipped you,” he said, his voice low and menacing.
“You tricked me,” she insisted. “No, he didn’t.”
He cocked his eyebrow. “You’re
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