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Authors: Brenda Williamson
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appeared, the flesh jiggling on contact. When he was done, he’d turn her over and feel the heated cheeks of her ass on his thighs and her face tinged a coordinating pink—the blush of her arousal.
At the sound of the canvas sails caught by the wind snapping out, Jasper jumped.
“Don’t you have any crewmembers at all?” Abigail asked.
He took a long, deep breath and held it, subduing the twitch of his erection. His leather breeches had no room for expansion. “I don’t need any. Everything is set up for me to operate myself.”
Things were tricky some days, but it was better than having to deal with the same people on a day-to-day basis. That meant emotionally involving himself in the life and death of men. Immortality had a major drawback when it came to the social element of life. He didn’t want to have friends he’d one day have to avoid because he never aged.
“That doesn’t sound very practical.” She rose from her seated place and turned gracefully. “Still, it’s amazing what a little creativity can inspire a man to do.”
Yes, he’d had plenty of time to be inventive. As for inspiration, Abigail had a hand in that for some of his projects. When she was ten, her father had taken her to an aquarium. Watching the fish seemed to fascinate her. She stood for a long time with her face pressed to the glass, just staring into the transparent enclosure. He used that vision of her entrancement to modify the bottom of his ship. He never thought she’d be onboard to see it. Now he suffered a bout of nervousness when he thought of her asking questions as to why so many things he had built on his ship correlated with her childhood.
Abigail appeared focused on the harbor they left behind. The city soon vanished in the thickening fog as they sailed away. He thought it better to leave this way, with her unable to have a vision she’d miss. She believed there was a treasure to find to help pay her debts. It took a strong-willed person to act upon her convictions. There wasn’t a pot of gold or a trunk of jewels for her, but he knew better than anyone, Abigail needed to learn it for herself.
“I don’t see how at this speed we can cross the ocean faster than any other ship.” She looked up curiously at the smokestack that rose from the furnace belowdecks, and then she glanced back at him.
“Wait until we’re out to sea. Then I’ll show you what I can do.” He smiled.
“You already did that when you stole my snow globe.”
If not for his long life, he and Abigail might have never known one another. Now that he had met her, he struggled with the problem of not getting in over his head. She put excitement in his soul. His determination not to fall in love again weakened every minute he spent with her. He was four hundred years old to her twenty-one. That should have been enough to help him think of her as a child. Unfortunately, he’d become immortal at the age of thirty and felt no older than that around her.
“Would it make you feel better if I give it back?” he asked, knowing it was still safely on his ship.
“Yes.”
“Then come with me.” He offered his hand.
She surprised him by accepting. The warmth of her gloved palm met his and he folded his fingers over hers. She stooped slightly, grasped her skirt and lifted it. He led her down the steps into the first passageway between the upper deck and his custom-built cellar level.
“Where does this go?” she asked when he stopped at the second stairwell.
“My cabin.”
“How extraordinarily odd. I’ve never heard of an old ship like this having three decks.” She stopped and touched a glowing light fixture. “How are these lit?”
“Electricity.”
“On a ship?” She looked behind her at the other lights. “Do you have these everywhere?”
“Yes. It’s much safer than candles or kerosene lanterns.” He went down the narrow steps first, guiding Abigail to the door at the bottom. Excited and anxious to show her the
At the sound of the canvas sails caught by the wind snapping out, Jasper jumped.
“Don’t you have any crewmembers at all?” Abigail asked.
He took a long, deep breath and held it, subduing the twitch of his erection. His leather breeches had no room for expansion. “I don’t need any. Everything is set up for me to operate myself.”
Things were tricky some days, but it was better than having to deal with the same people on a day-to-day basis. That meant emotionally involving himself in the life and death of men. Immortality had a major drawback when it came to the social element of life. He didn’t want to have friends he’d one day have to avoid because he never aged.
“That doesn’t sound very practical.” She rose from her seated place and turned gracefully. “Still, it’s amazing what a little creativity can inspire a man to do.”
Yes, he’d had plenty of time to be inventive. As for inspiration, Abigail had a hand in that for some of his projects. When she was ten, her father had taken her to an aquarium. Watching the fish seemed to fascinate her. She stood for a long time with her face pressed to the glass, just staring into the transparent enclosure. He used that vision of her entrancement to modify the bottom of his ship. He never thought she’d be onboard to see it. Now he suffered a bout of nervousness when he thought of her asking questions as to why so many things he had built on his ship correlated with her childhood.
Abigail appeared focused on the harbor they left behind. The city soon vanished in the thickening fog as they sailed away. He thought it better to leave this way, with her unable to have a vision she’d miss. She believed there was a treasure to find to help pay her debts. It took a strong-willed person to act upon her convictions. There wasn’t a pot of gold or a trunk of jewels for her, but he knew better than anyone, Abigail needed to learn it for herself.
“I don’t see how at this speed we can cross the ocean faster than any other ship.” She looked up curiously at the smokestack that rose from the furnace belowdecks, and then she glanced back at him.
“Wait until we’re out to sea. Then I’ll show you what I can do.” He smiled.
“You already did that when you stole my snow globe.”
If not for his long life, he and Abigail might have never known one another. Now that he had met her, he struggled with the problem of not getting in over his head. She put excitement in his soul. His determination not to fall in love again weakened every minute he spent with her. He was four hundred years old to her twenty-one. That should have been enough to help him think of her as a child. Unfortunately, he’d become immortal at the age of thirty and felt no older than that around her.
“Would it make you feel better if I give it back?” he asked, knowing it was still safely on his ship.
“Yes.”
“Then come with me.” He offered his hand.
She surprised him by accepting. The warmth of her gloved palm met his and he folded his fingers over hers. She stooped slightly, grasped her skirt and lifted it. He led her down the steps into the first passageway between the upper deck and his custom-built cellar level.
“Where does this go?” she asked when he stopped at the second stairwell.
“My cabin.”
“How extraordinarily odd. I’ve never heard of an old ship like this having three decks.” She stopped and touched a glowing light fixture. “How are these lit?”
“Electricity.”
“On a ship?” She looked behind her at the other lights. “Do you have these everywhere?”
“Yes. It’s much safer than candles or kerosene lanterns.” He went down the narrow steps first, guiding Abigail to the door at the bottom. Excited and anxious to show her the
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