She leaned her back on the door as soon as it closed and didn’t get out of the way when Damon came over to lock it. “That went well, all things considered,” he said.
He wouldn’t meet her eyes. Did he have the same problem she had? She was gazing up at him and remembering what he tasted like until he added, “I’ll be right back. I need to confer with Mr. Thomson about the approaching storm and make sure he’s up to manning the wheel tonight.”
Damon set her gently aside and walked out, leaving her utterly frustrated. She’d been about to wrap her arms tightly around his neck and kiss him the moment he locked the door! Bloody storm. And there was no telling how long he’d be.
With a low growl she moved to her trunk to undress for bed and grabbed one of his shirts to sleep in, but paused as she put it on, then suddenly removed it and removed her underclothes as well. She slipped the shirt back on and doused the lanterns as a precaution due to the pitching, then climbed into bed. She’d wait for him to return. Come hell or high water, he was going to be hers tonight. The decision was made. She’d desired him for too long. Even when he was her enemy, she’d been unable to stop those feelings. But now that they were allies, she didn’t have to.
She hugged that thought to her, fully intending to stay awake. Yet the sound of his returning woke her. He’d been gone long enough for her to fall asleep? He’d brought a lantern in with him. He didn’t notice that her eyes had opened, wasn’t even looking toward the bed. He went to the washstand where the towels were stored to remove his wet clothes. He’d gotten soaked on deck. Nonetheless, she was surprised by what he was doing because she’d never seen him undress in the cabin before.
She slipped out of bed and quietly approached him from behind. His shirt was off. He was briskly rubbing the towel over his head when she grabbed it from his hands. “I’ll do that.”
He immediately turned and faced her, trying to take the towel back. He got his hand on it, but seemed arrested by the sight of her wearing his shirt and nothing else, his eyes moving down to her bare legs.
She tugged the towel back. “I insist.”
She quickly began to rub the towel over his chest before he tried to stop her again. When he didn’t, she slowed down to enjoy what she was doing, moving the cloth over his muscular arms, his neck and shoulders. She didn’t move around him to reach his back, she just stepped closer and swung the towel around him, catching it on his other side so she could slowly tug it back and forth across his back.
“Your boots,” she said a little breathlessly.
He braced an arm against the wall and bent to remove them. She moved the towel to his head again as he did so, caressing him with her fingers through the cloth. Having carte blanche with his body was stimulating her senses, making her crave more. If she couldn’t kiss him soon . . .
He straightened. “I can finish.”
“So can I. Take off your wet trousers.” When he didn’t, she added, “Did you think you were the only one who could give orders? Take them off.”
He still didn’t comply, but he was staring at her in fascination—no, much more than that. Such desire was in his eyes that she could no longer control her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. But she’d surprised him, maybe a little too much. He started to raise his hands to pull her arms down, which surprised her. She held on tighter.
“You don’t need to seduce—”
“I’m Jack Malory, too bold for subtlety.” She kissed him again, more hotly.
All the frustration of wanting him was in that kiss, now that she didn’t have to deny herself anymore. That he was trying to resist compounded that frustration. This was no bloody time for him to be a chivalrous pirate! But then he groaned and lifted her, pressing her back to the wall. She curled her legs around his hips, thrilled that she’d just won this little battle.
Yet he still made one last attempt at gallantry, warning her, “Are you sure, because I’m two seconds from—”
“Shut up, pirate. I’m taking what I want.”
He laughed. “I am so defeated. . . .”
Within seconds they were rolling around on his bed, both trying to rid themselves of the last pieces of their clothing. The buttons on her shirt went flying when he ripped it open. He stopped, looking startled, as his gaze roamed over her naked body before returning to her breasts. Cupping them in his hands, he said, “No chemise, no drawers. You are bold, Jack. And so beautiful.” As his hands moved over her, she worked at the fastenings on his pants and ended up breaking them. At least now she could kiss every part of him within her reach. She couldn’t keep her hands from wandering, either.
But he sighed deeply as he looked down at her. “We’ve done enough ripping. What’s left has to be done slowly.”
“You’re not stopping—?”
“Not a chance. Believe me I’m more eager than you, Jack, but let me ease the way for you.”
Gently he pushed her back down on the bed and began caressing her, which didn’t ease anything and just made her want him now, right now! But she would give him a few minutes to show her what he was talking about because she felt a little too embarrassed to ask when she probably ought to know.
His mouth was so hot on her breasts that she was close to screaming. She did moan. A lot. Yet he was still behaving as if he had all the time in the world now, which was driving her crazy. But then he raised his head and gave her a sensual grin. Finally! she thought. She started to wrap her legs around him again, but he slid down her body until his head was between her thighs and . . . oh . . . my . . . God!
The very moment his mouth touched her there, she felt out of control, her pulse exploding, spreading through her, lifting her hips and leaving her trembling, melted, and so utterly amazed. So that’s what he’d meant? Good grief!
“Now you’re wet for me.”
She was? But she was now replete. Were they really not done? But the moment he climbed on top of her, bracing his arms on either side of her head and moving his hips against hers, she gave him the most brilliant smile. She wanted him again. No, they definitely weren’t done.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
DID WE SLEEP AT all?” Jacqueline wondered aloud the next morning.
Waking up wrapped alongside Damon, lying on her side pressed against his chest, had given her an instant, dreamy smile that hadn’t yet gone away. He hadn’t closed the drapes or turned off the lantern in the room last night. The lantern had burned out and the sun was streaming in. But the sunbeam on the wall was rather high. She had a feeling Mr. Thomson was doing a lot of yawning at the wheel, waiting for Damon to relieve him.