Richard pressed his lips to Joanna’s sensitive nape causing goose bumps to travel the length and breadth of her form. She whimpered as her newly initiated body responded to her husband’s skillful ministrations. She clutched his arms where they held her back pinned to the chair, loving the feel of the coarse hair abrading her fingertips. His tongue set her aflame.
A low growl penetrated her wine-fogged mind. “Joanna. What you do to me without a tittle of effort boggles my mind.”
He pulled her from her seat and backed her tightly against his hard body, dwarfing her with his towering strength.
“Feel what you do to me, my lady.”
Oh, she felt exactly what she did to him. His stiff member pressed firmly into the small of her back left no doubt she had the ability to affect him without so much as a come-hither glance. She didn’t want to admit what he did to her. To do so would be to face her growing need for him to the exclusion of all else.
He deftly lifted her in his arms and descended the forward steps down to the gun deck. His long strides ate up the distance to the cabin in mere moments. She stared up into the hard planes of his face, it appeared as though he was angry—or in pain.
Before he could even gain the Great Cabin door, he stopped next to the aft companionway steps and plundered her mouth in a soul-searing kiss. He sucked the breath from her lungs and all thoughts, save the realization she was hopelessly in love.