Hook's Pan (Kingdom, #5)

She didn’t speak for a while, several heartbeats passed before she said, “Kiss me.”


Trishelle didn’t want to remember, he knew what was she was really asking. Because he’d drowned his sorrow this way many times. If he were a better man, he’d tell her no, that she might regret it when she returned home.

But he was a pirate through and through.

Turning, he pulled her warm body beneath his, resting his weight on his elbows. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and in her eyes he read her truth. She wanted this. Needed this, and suddenly so did he.

To lose himself in her, to touch her as he pleased. They’d been headed toward this moment from the very beginning.

Tilting his hips just slightly, so that his heaviness rested against her thigh, he started at the crown of her head and planted a gentle kiss at her hairline. She sighed. Sex was just sex to him. There’d only been one woman with whom sex had been worship.

He kissed her forehead, then watched as her lashes fluttered. The wet imprint of his lips marked her flesh. The glow of her skin, the breathy sighs falling from her lips…it made him shake, made him crazed to taste more, have more.

Her nose held a smattering of freckles, small ones that covered the bridge to her cheeks. Showering her rose scented skin with more kisses, he closed his eyes and tried not to think about the fact that he should just ruck up her skirts, slip inside and bring himself to oblivion. That holding her like this, touching her like this was feeling much too intimate and personal. But her confession deserved more than a mindless tupping.

Grinding his hips on her, a moan spilled from their lips. His body raced with adrenaline, with desire and need.

“Hook,” she panted, “please, please.” She wiggled, mindless in her mutterings. Nostrils flaring, he traced his nose along the line of her jaw, down the curve of her neck, blowing a hot breath across the hollow at the base of her throat. She arced as her nails dug into his back, sinking deep into his skin.

Growling, he settled deeper between her legs. All the tension and desire they’d been feeling was now churning to surface, hot and flammable. Her satin nightgown created exquisite friction against his hot flesh, he wanted to slide all over it, feel her nipples pucker across his chest. Grasping her hip, he slowly slid his hand up, massaging his finger deep into her flesh as he bunched the fabric tight in his fist.

Her mouth parted and a feral grin parted his own. He wasn’t done touching, kissing her… not yet. Tasting the hollow of her throat, he nipped and nibbled his way across her collarbones. Slowly, methodically, laving his tongue on the sweet, saltiness of her flesh.

“Yes.” She sank her nails into his back again, scoring them down his muscle over and over, marking his skin, making it burn, inciting the thrum of heat to a riot of lust.

Growling, he went lower still, kissing the crest of her breast.

“Mmm.” He wasn’t sure whether the noise came from him or her. Her shift was now up to her waist and her legs were wrapped tight around his ass.

Tonguing her nipple through the fabric, he rolled the tight bud around his mouth.

“Na…ugh,” she moaned and now her sharp, little nails were scratching the back of his skull, forcing him to stay right where he was.

Smiling, he nipped harder. She hissed, arcing high off the bed and freeing the back of his skull. Breathless, she looked at him, her jewel green eyes were bright with lust. Holding up his hook, he stared at her as he slid it underneath the edge of the fabric.

“You can make another,” he said, his voice sounding sex roughened as he lifted the shift.

Biting her lip, she tipped her head. Smirking, he used the hook as a blade, and with a sharp yank, tore it down the middle.

“Oh my God, that was sexy as hell,” she whimpered.

Shoving the fabric aside, he stared at the tips of her fine pointed breasts. The nipples were as pink and rosy as he’d expected them to be, like small coins, and so damn beautiful his mouth watered.

She licked her lips. His hook could do more than rip, this time he tipped it upwards and trailed it slowly up the flat expanse of her belly. Her stomach moved in and out with her heavy panting.

Circling her left breast with it, he stared in her eyes as he slowly lowered his head. Looking at her as long as he could, before taking the sweet nipple into his mouth.

Rolling it around his tongue, he suckled on it like he would a cherry. “So sweet,” he murmured.

Her hands roamed all over his body, wherever she could touch. Across his shoulders, down his arms, his chest, around his back and then clamped down hard on his ass as she ground her center on his hard, swollen length.

“You’re killing me,” she moaned.

But the other breast needed attention too. Trailing a hot path across her chest, he groaned like a man starved, and proceeded to lave and suckle, giving the other nipple the same type of attention.