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the woman who was arousing.
    Granted, without the pretense of being her captive he’d never have found himself here on his knees. And he must admit that there was something about serving her pleasure that had his dick surging against the flap of his pants. “I seek only your desires, my pirate queen.”
    That brought a laugh to her lips, that deep, low chuckle that wrapped about him, causing forbidden thoughts to rise in his mind, thoughts of just how much he’d like to hear that sound every day.
    Resisting the urge to simply bend forward, to taste her, to suck her, to eat her until she cried his name, shattering about him, he placed a whisper of a kiss at the juncture of her thighs. Her thighs quivered. She had been honest in the sensitivity of that spot, her body danced whenever he stroked it. It would be something to remember. Anytime he wished, he could come up to her fully dressed and give her a single secret caress, a caress that would leave her body ready and waiting. It would be so easy to do while passing on the stairs, behind a tree in the garden, while…Only these whiles did not exist, would not exist, not for him, not for her. There was only now.
    He looked up, focusing on her face, that exquisitely beautiful face. He wished he could see it again, unenhanced, no kohl, no rouge, just soft skin and big blue eyes. Her lips pursed slightly, and he wondered if she’d shared his thought on how brief their time together was, how precious.
    Had he really just thought that? He hardly knew her. This was only their second night. She could not be precious to him.
    Time with family was precious.
    Time spent on the open seas with the sun bright and the wind strong was precious.
    Racing his stallion across the high cliffs of his home was precious.
    Seeing new sights was precious.
    Adventure was precious.
    Time spent with some unknown woman was not.
    Only she was not unknown, for all that he might wish she were.
    She was Ruby. She was Emma. And she was precious.
    “You seem distracted from your task. Have you lost your passion for me already? I rather thought I was more attractive than that.”
    “Never, my queen. I was merely deciding what to sample next.”
    She looked at him, a shadow of doubt flashing across her eyes. Her lips parted to speak and then closed. She leaned back in the chair, let the shimmering waves of hair fall back. And when she spoke, her voice was again flirtatious—and commanding. “I fear you forget that it is not your decision to make. I think I would like you to kiss my knees again. Our speech has robbed me of some desire. You will have to start again.”
    He’d be damned if he would. She was playing with him like a toy. She was—He didn’t even know what she was.
    He should lift her from that chair, bend her over the back of the bed, and…
    No. He would do as she asked. This was her game—and he truly did want to bring her pleasure. If they should only have this one last night, he would make her remember it. Make her remember him. She said she thought of him when she played with herself in the dark of her chamber; well, he would give her something to think about, something she would not forget soon.
    He pressed his mouth against the side of her knee, snaking his tongue into the crevasse, tasting her. One hand slid up the calf of her other leg, enjoying the smooth silk of her skin. His body throbbed with need, but he denied it, thinking only of her, of her pleasure and need. He could feel her body shiver as his fingers stroked, as his tongue delved. He’d never thought of the knee as an erotic spot, but as he felt her want, his own grew. He nipped lightly at the curve of her thigh. She clenched. He laved the mark, enjoying her every quiver of response.
    His hand ran long strokes up her other thigh from just above the knee to a spot just before her curls would brush his fingers.
    Her breathing was fast now, her head still back, her chest rising and falling with speed.
    He looked up at those