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Authors: Emma Wildes writing as Annabel Wolfe
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lift those skirts, and ravish you, and I suspect that innocent though you may be, you know that full well. Don’t play with me. You don’t have the skills, which is just as well. You should not. Let me deposit you back in the hands of your anxious family untouched, and you can marry well, breed children for your titled husband, and live a very respectable life.”
Respectable didn’t seem quite as appealing as it once had, though in retrospect, no one had ever asked her what she wanted. Her family had just expected her to marry the man of her father’s choice, and before this adventure, she had gone along with the notion of it because, truly, she didn’t have any other option.
At this moment, on a ship full of renegades, on a foreign sea, with the single most intriguing man she’d ever met standing right in front of her gazing at her with eyes of molten silver, she actually did have a choice.
He’d saved her from a fate she shuddered to even imagine.
Surely she owed him whatever she could give in repayment.
Cassandra took a step closer, holding his gaze. “What if I wish to be ravished?”
Chapter 7
Christopher could swear that the last time a woman had left him speechless he had been about fifteen years old and tongue-tied in the presence of a glorious red-head about three years his senior, when a very frank and generous maid in his father’s household had blatantly seduced him.
So he completely understood sexual curiosity, not to mention sexual attraction, but self-preservation should enter into the equation.
For both of them.
He’d bought her a harlot’s dress. Though he’d done his best to purchase the most respectable one possible, the revealing bodice showcasedher perfect breasts, drawing the eye to the sensual shadow between them. Her long, golden hair still tumbled free in a glorious, shimmering fall, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his hands in that thick mass even as he buried his cock deep inside her.
Don’t be a fool .
“Your father is paying me quite a tidy sum to return you to him safe and unharmed.”
She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, flattening her palm, the touch light and tentative, but enough to make his pulse leap. Violet eyes held his gaze. “I hardly think you will harm me.”
“Perhaps I should have said untouched.”
He should definitely turn and walk out the door. This second.
But he didn’t.
He’d barely held onto his self-restraint during the journey to Gibraltar. Dosing himself with whiskey had helped him sleep, plus one of the crewmen had been ill most of the way so he’d helped with the ship by taking his place, but he’d still been aware of her every moment, his wayward mind picturing her in the cabin, in his bed.
In his arms.
Cassandra was looking at him with innocent expectation, a telltale flush in her cheeks. “How would anyone know if you touched me or not?”
Damn all, did she have to carry a faint scent of flowers, feminine and beguiling? He went to remove her hand, gently grasping her wrist, but somehow instead he ran his fingers up the slender length of her arm to where the gown bared her shoulder. “Your future husband would prefer a virgin, I’m sure. He would know.”
“I don’t wish to marry him. I never did. My father chose him, not me.” Her lacy lashes fluttered downward a fraction. “Besides, I think, considering I spent nearly a week in a harem, no one is going to expect me to be untouched.”
A valid argument his unruly body agreed with, but the truth was, she was still pure.
At this moment anyway.
Christopher traced the line of her collarbone and let one finger trail up the graceful curve of her neck to her cheek. “This is a gift you can only give to one man. I hope you have no illusions that I am some sort of hero. My occupation is to solve all sorts of small problems for a price. I find the law an inconvenience and ignore it often enough. I’d like to think I follow a code, but it is not a
Respectable didn’t seem quite as appealing as it once had, though in retrospect, no one had ever asked her what she wanted. Her family had just expected her to marry the man of her father’s choice, and before this adventure, she had gone along with the notion of it because, truly, she didn’t have any other option.
At this moment, on a ship full of renegades, on a foreign sea, with the single most intriguing man she’d ever met standing right in front of her gazing at her with eyes of molten silver, she actually did have a choice.
He’d saved her from a fate she shuddered to even imagine.
Surely she owed him whatever she could give in repayment.
Cassandra took a step closer, holding his gaze. “What if I wish to be ravished?”
Chapter 7
Christopher could swear that the last time a woman had left him speechless he had been about fifteen years old and tongue-tied in the presence of a glorious red-head about three years his senior, when a very frank and generous maid in his father’s household had blatantly seduced him.
So he completely understood sexual curiosity, not to mention sexual attraction, but self-preservation should enter into the equation.
For both of them.
He’d bought her a harlot’s dress. Though he’d done his best to purchase the most respectable one possible, the revealing bodice showcasedher perfect breasts, drawing the eye to the sensual shadow between them. Her long, golden hair still tumbled free in a glorious, shimmering fall, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his hands in that thick mass even as he buried his cock deep inside her.
Don’t be a fool .
“Your father is paying me quite a tidy sum to return you to him safe and unharmed.”
She reached out and placed a hand on his chest, flattening her palm, the touch light and tentative, but enough to make his pulse leap. Violet eyes held his gaze. “I hardly think you will harm me.”
“Perhaps I should have said untouched.”
He should definitely turn and walk out the door. This second.
But he didn’t.
He’d barely held onto his self-restraint during the journey to Gibraltar. Dosing himself with whiskey had helped him sleep, plus one of the crewmen had been ill most of the way so he’d helped with the ship by taking his place, but he’d still been aware of her every moment, his wayward mind picturing her in the cabin, in his bed.
In his arms.
Cassandra was looking at him with innocent expectation, a telltale flush in her cheeks. “How would anyone know if you touched me or not?”
Damn all, did she have to carry a faint scent of flowers, feminine and beguiling? He went to remove her hand, gently grasping her wrist, but somehow instead he ran his fingers up the slender length of her arm to where the gown bared her shoulder. “Your future husband would prefer a virgin, I’m sure. He would know.”
“I don’t wish to marry him. I never did. My father chose him, not me.” Her lacy lashes fluttered downward a fraction. “Besides, I think, considering I spent nearly a week in a harem, no one is going to expect me to be untouched.”
A valid argument his unruly body agreed with, but the truth was, she was still pure.
At this moment anyway.
Christopher traced the line of her collarbone and let one finger trail up the graceful curve of her neck to her cheek. “This is a gift you can only give to one man. I hope you have no illusions that I am some sort of hero. My occupation is to solve all sorts of small problems for a price. I find the law an inconvenience and ignore it often enough. I’d like to think I follow a code, but it is not a
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