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slid his palm inside the waist of the loose trousers, over her sweetly rounded belly and down to her damp curls.
    She gasped in pleasure and lifted her face to him for a kiss. She parted her legs to allow him better access and leaned into his hand as he cupped her sex. He lowered his mouth to nip hers. She squirmed, trying to thrust her secrets toward him.
    “Patience,” he murmured as he toyed with her lips. He slanted his mouth across hers, tasting her, teasing her with his tongue, till she made another noise of frustration.
    He slid his fingers along the slick cleft between her legs, and she moaned into his mouth. Her little nub of pleasure swelled up to be stroked. He spread her with two fingers and slid back and forth over her sensitive spot with long slow strokes.
    The trousers dropped over her hips and she stepped out ofthem, moaning with frustration when she had to move away from his touch for even a moment. Then she hooked a leg over his hip and rocked against his palm, rubbing herself on him. She was hot and ready.
    The air was sweet with the musk of her arousal. His mouth was suddenly at her breasts, sucking her nipples through the thin cotton. His cock glided against the smooth skin of her belly, searching for a darker, wetter home.
    She stood on tiptoe, pressing herself against him. He reached around and cupped her bottom.
    “Now, Nick,” she panted in his ear. “I want…”
    Someone was knocking at the door. He ignored the interruption.
    “I want—”
    He bit down on her nipple and she cried out in aching joy. His balls drew tight.
    Nick hefted her up and then lowered her slowly onto his waiting cock. He watched her intently as her mouth went passion-slack. He’d never grow tired of looking at her.
    She wrapped both legs around his waist as he lovingly impaled her by finger widths. When at last he was completely sheathed, she rocked against him once and came in shattering waves. She threw her head back and a delightful tapestry of profanity poured from her mouth at the same time.
    The knocking grew louder.
    Eve raised her head and looked down at him, doe-eyed. “I want…TO GO TO CHARLESTON NOW.”
    Nick jerked awake to find that Higgs was indeed pounding on his chamber door. But nothing else was the same as his dream. He was very much alone in his big bed. The linens were balled in a disheveled mass and one corner of his pillow was sodden where he’d been sucking on it in his sleep.
    Damnation! That’s what happened when a man went without a good hard swive for too infernally long!
    “Come,” he barked to Higgs. His enraged cock still throbbed. Better not say that again.
    “B-beggin’ your pardon, Cap’n,” Higgs said. “You’ve a number of callers. They’re lining up again already. I thought as you should know.”
    Male ears had pricked at the news that three likely young ladies fresh from England were in residence at Whispering Hill. Every day, shopkeepers and sailors alike called on “Lord Nick” under some pretext or other, but it was an open secret that they were only there to snatch a look at the new lovelies.
    “W-we’d make out like highwaymen if we charged admission,” Higgs observed sourly at the end of the day as the last of the long line of potential suitors finally headed back down the hill to St. Georges. “They’ll be coming from the other islands as w-well before you know it.
    Nick nodded absently. He should have been glad interest ran so high. It meant his guests’ stay would be relatively short and he could forget about maintaining the façade of gentility. He could return to his former libertine ways.
    It was difficult to get roaring drunk each night knowing he’d face three accusing faces at breakfast the next morning.
    He was setting a new record for going without a woman in his bed while on dry land. Probably why he’d wakened sucking his pillow with a cockstand stiff enough to pitch a tent over.
    He’d never been one for brothels. As master of a trim ship,