A Few Good Fantasies by Michele Bardsley Read Free Book Online Page B

want, just say the word.”
    Slowly, the pirate released her. He still held her flush against his body, but her feet sank reassuringly into the sand. He leaned down and whispered, “What’s it to be, lass? Are ye with me? Or do I find a more willing wench?”
    Lissa drew in a steadying breath. “You caught me fair and square. I’m yours.”
    His low chuckle made her tingle. His fingers drifted up her arms and she shivered. “And I’m yours, lass. Now, I will make off with ye to my secret cave. Ye cannot know the way, so I must blindfold you.”
    “Okay.”
    A red cloth appeared over her shoulder and her pirate drew it across her throat, over her face, and finally, around the top of her head. She closed her eyes as he tied material.
    “Are ye ready?”
    She nodded. Delicious tension wound through her. Taken to a pirate’s cave for ravishing!
    He scooped her up and she yelped, throwing her arms around his shoulders.
    “Snuggle in, lass,” he said. “It’s a bit of a walk.”
    Getting toted around like a precious treasure was a new experience, and one that she enjoyed. She did exactly as he asked: She snuggled into his embrace. God, he smelled good. He was all hard muscle and sinewy strength. As he proceeded toward destination unknown, Lissa smiled.
     
                  LISSA’S PIRATED LAID her gently onto a soft surface.
    “Where are we?” she asked as she raised her hands to undo the band’s knot.
    “You’re safe.” His hands stilled hers. “Leave it for a moment, lass.”
    “Okay.” She realized that he was standing in front of her. Her stomach felt as if it were filled with frantic butterflies. She pressed a palm against her belly. “What now?”
    “We can talk. Or I can feed you.”
    “Feed me?” She licked her lips. “Like that scene in Nine and Half Weeks ?”
    His low, sexy chuckle made her tummy butterflies do the mambo. “Aye. We have strawberries.”
    How brave was she? Could she dive fully into the fantasy of being a pirate’s captive? Just for tonight, she could be a saucy wench.
    “I’m nervous,” she admitted.
    “That’s all right, lass,” said the pirate. “It’s a game. When you want to stop, you say so.”
    “Should we at least exchange names?”
    “If ye like.”
    “I’m Lissa.”
    She felt the bed give way as he sat next to her. She could feel him very near, but not quite close enough that he was touching her.              
    “Ye can call me Edward.”
    “Edward Teach?” she asked, laughing. “I’m in the presence of Blackbeard.”
    “I’m more handsome than that rogue,” he scoffed. She felt the light scrape of his fingertips on her arm. “You’re very pretty.”
    “Thank you.”
    His fingers coasted over her shoulder and grazed her neck. He brushed back her hair, combing his fingers through the strands.
    “Ye hair is like silk.” As his fingers sifted her well-brushed tresses, she felt him lean forward. His hot breath ghosted over her neck. “Hmm. Ye smell good, too.”
    With each touch, her heart beat faster and her belly squeezed. It had been too long since anyone had made her tingle with anticipation. She found it discombobulating that this stranger could stoke her into the kind of sensual heat that she always wrote about, but rarely experienced.
    When Edward’s lips dropped on the rapid pulse at the base of her throat, she sucked in a startled breath.
    “Do ye want me to stop?” he asked softly.
    The words tickled her skin. She couldn’t articulate a response, so she reached for him and dragged her fingers through his soft hair. She pressed his skull lightly to let him know she wanted him to stay. He had taken off the mask and the handkerchief covering his head, too.
    His lips traveled up her neck, resting on the spot just below her earlobe. His tongue flicked her skin, snaking up to tease the shell of her ear. Her breath quickened as desire sparked all the way through her.
    “Ye are fine morsel. One I would gladly