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Authors: Brenda Adcock
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almost to the point of possessiveness, Simone knew she was not in love with the woman who willingly shared her bed.
"Perhaps we should rest at Martinique for a while," Esperanza suggested. "You love it there with your horses."
"Yes, I do miss them." Simone smiled thinking of the powerful Arabians flying across the sandy beaches and green meadows of her adopted island. Frowning, she said, "But I must take the two English women safely to a neutral port."
Kissing down the side of Simone's neck, Esperanza said, "You could set them free on one of the islands as we pass by."
"Perhaps," Simone sighed, relishing the feelings awakening within her. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the scent of Esperanza, her spicy fragrance serving as an aphrodisiac. It was an earthy smell and she filled her lungs with it, driving the scent of the ocean out of her mind for at least a few moments. Simone turned in her chair and swept the laughing woman into her lap, teasing her lips before gazing into liquid brown eyes. Their faces close, they breathed in one another's heated breath before Simone bought them together in a slow, exploring kiss. As Esperanza's long fingers tangled in her short thick hair the captain knew she would not be able to resist the feel of her lover's body touching hers.
"You are a shameless temptress, ma chère ," Simone said as her mouth traveled lower onto Esperanza's tempting chest, her hands running smoothly up her lover's sides.
"Just as you are a shameless conqueror, mi amor ," Esperanza breathed, pressing her body closer to Simone.
"See to Joaquin, then come to bed," Simone said. "I must give the course heading to Gaston."
A SOUND PENETRATED her sleep. Julia opened her eyes and rolled onto her side in search of a more comfortable position. She was still sore from her close encounters with the buoy. She had slept in more uncomfortable quarters many times and the gentle rolling of the sea should have rocked her to sleep within minutes, but she was wide awake. Was this all really a dream? If it wasn't, was she stuck forever in the past? Everything she knew and understood wouldn't exist for nearly two hundred years. She smiled to herself thinking that if she already knew what would happen in the future, she could make a fortune and live as a wealthy woman. She was obviously stuck in a time around the period of the War of 1812. If Napoleon had already been defeated at Waterloo, the war was surely near its end. What happened after that? When nothing came to mind, she decided that must have been the day she dozed off in Mr. Logan's European history class.
In the darkness, she heard Kitty's soft even snoring. She liked the young woman and even though she could never tell her the truth about herself, Kitty was someone she didn't mind being around. It could have been worse. It could have been Lady Kent. The idea made her smile. Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand pressing roughly over her mouth. Julia grabbed at the hand but was stopped by a low threatening voice. "If you struggle, I will slit your pretty white throat." The lethal sounding threat was enough to make Julia lower her hands and lie completely still. The voice, now close to her ear said, "I see the way Faucon looks at you, Englishwoman. She is mine and you are nothing more than a temporary distraction." Ordinarily Julia would have found the lilting Caribbean accent attractive, but there was a cold edge to it that kept her frozen in place. "I would not hesitate to kill in order to protect her. Do you understand this?" Julia managed to nod and the hand immediately released her. She watched the silhouette of a woman's body disappear through the door into the passageway.
Julia sat up and ran her hands back and forth through her hair. Well, if I wasn't awake before, I sure as hell am now. She slipped into her shoes and felt her way to the cabin door, surprised to find it unlocked. After one or two wrong turns in the dimly lit passageways, she located the steps
"Perhaps we should rest at Martinique for a while," Esperanza suggested. "You love it there with your horses."
"Yes, I do miss them." Simone smiled thinking of the powerful Arabians flying across the sandy beaches and green meadows of her adopted island. Frowning, she said, "But I must take the two English women safely to a neutral port."
Kissing down the side of Simone's neck, Esperanza said, "You could set them free on one of the islands as we pass by."
"Perhaps," Simone sighed, relishing the feelings awakening within her. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the scent of Esperanza, her spicy fragrance serving as an aphrodisiac. It was an earthy smell and she filled her lungs with it, driving the scent of the ocean out of her mind for at least a few moments. Simone turned in her chair and swept the laughing woman into her lap, teasing her lips before gazing into liquid brown eyes. Their faces close, they breathed in one another's heated breath before Simone bought them together in a slow, exploring kiss. As Esperanza's long fingers tangled in her short thick hair the captain knew she would not be able to resist the feel of her lover's body touching hers.
"You are a shameless temptress, ma chère ," Simone said as her mouth traveled lower onto Esperanza's tempting chest, her hands running smoothly up her lover's sides.
"Just as you are a shameless conqueror, mi amor ," Esperanza breathed, pressing her body closer to Simone.
"See to Joaquin, then come to bed," Simone said. "I must give the course heading to Gaston."
A SOUND PENETRATED her sleep. Julia opened her eyes and rolled onto her side in search of a more comfortable position. She was still sore from her close encounters with the buoy. She had slept in more uncomfortable quarters many times and the gentle rolling of the sea should have rocked her to sleep within minutes, but she was wide awake. Was this all really a dream? If it wasn't, was she stuck forever in the past? Everything she knew and understood wouldn't exist for nearly two hundred years. She smiled to herself thinking that if she already knew what would happen in the future, she could make a fortune and live as a wealthy woman. She was obviously stuck in a time around the period of the War of 1812. If Napoleon had already been defeated at Waterloo, the war was surely near its end. What happened after that? When nothing came to mind, she decided that must have been the day she dozed off in Mr. Logan's European history class.
In the darkness, she heard Kitty's soft even snoring. She liked the young woman and even though she could never tell her the truth about herself, Kitty was someone she didn't mind being around. It could have been worse. It could have been Lady Kent. The idea made her smile. Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand pressing roughly over her mouth. Julia grabbed at the hand but was stopped by a low threatening voice. "If you struggle, I will slit your pretty white throat." The lethal sounding threat was enough to make Julia lower her hands and lie completely still. The voice, now close to her ear said, "I see the way Faucon looks at you, Englishwoman. She is mine and you are nothing more than a temporary distraction." Ordinarily Julia would have found the lilting Caribbean accent attractive, but there was a cold edge to it that kept her frozen in place. "I would not hesitate to kill in order to protect her. Do you understand this?" Julia managed to nod and the hand immediately released her. She watched the silhouette of a woman's body disappear through the door into the passageway.
Julia sat up and ran her hands back and forth through her hair. Well, if I wasn't awake before, I sure as hell am now. She slipped into her shoes and felt her way to the cabin door, surprised to find it unlocked. After one or two wrong turns in the dimly lit passageways, she located the steps
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