Stolen at Sea Bonus Scene:

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Somewhere between Nassau and The Carolina Coast

“It’s hotter than Satan’s arse!” I waved a hat that I’d picked up before setting sail from Nassau as a makeshift fan. If it got any hotter, I’d fear the dozens of barrels and bottles of wine below deck would spontaneously combust before we reached Beaufort.

I watched as Elliot’s eyes follow a drop of sweat as it slid down my front and in between my breasts. I don’t think I’d ever get used to the way his eyes would grow hooded with lust at the smallest details of my body. I could stare at him all day and still find something new to admire, but the fact he thought the same of me? No, I would never get used to that.

“Then I better do what I can to cool ye down,” he whispered in my ear before softly biting it. “Starting with getting you out of this bloody thing.” He tugged at my skirts.

“After you, Captain.” I liked where his mind was going, where it always seemed to be going since that night in the treehouse.

I followed him below deck to our cabin. The open window kept it cooler than the rest of the hull. I hopped up onto the grand desk and crossed my legs, holding out a foot for him.

With a smirk, he knelt down and began to remove my boots and then my stockings, pausing at the top of my stockings to let his fingertips caress my inner thigh.

The tightening in my lower stomach refused to wait through teasing foreplay. No sooner was he standing than I was tugging at this shirt, untucking it from his pants and running my hands over his chiseled chest. My fingers were beginning to memorize each of his scars by touch.

His mouth covered mine in deep and hungry kisses. He made quick work of undressing me while still lavishing me with kisses. Is there anything this man can’t do?

“How are we feelin’ now, my lady?” He loved to emphasize the my of my lady now that I was well and truly his.

“It’s a start.” I feigned indifference and much to my delight, he accepted the challenge, his determined gaze fanning flames in my core.

He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs open, exposing all of me to him, everything that was his and only his.

I got those familiar butterflies as he dove closer, placing a leg on either shoulder. He didn’t start slow, he treated my core with the same feverish devotion as his kisses. Each swipe of his tongue made my heart skip a beat until I was panting and moaning his name.

My fingers were woven into his hair and as my climax built, I twisted my fingers and fisted his hair tighter.

“Oh, Elliot, I am so close.” His eyes flicked up to mine while continuing his delicious torture, and I thought that look alone was going to push me over the edge—his steely grey eyes still striking something in me, just like the first time we met.

Just as I was teetering on that precipice, he abruptly stood, leaving me tingling and desperate.

“You bloody bastard,” I groaned as he swooped his arms around me and carried me off the desk.

He tossed me on the edge of the hanging bed across the cabin and pushed his breeks down his hips. I ached for him, the pulse between my legs throbbing. Luckily, he didn’t make me wait long.

Gripping my buttocks, he slammed into me. He moaned as he sunk home and I gasped at the fullness, the completeness.

Before his next thrust, he swung both of my legs over one shoulder, wrapping his arm around the bend of my knees. Having my thighs squeezed together with him inside me, brought me right back to my breaking point.

With each rock of his hips, he made the bed swing, magnifying each movement with the extra momentum.

“How many men d’ye think can hear ye right now, begging me for more?” I hadn’t even been aware I’d been begging for anything.

“God, I don’t care as long as you don’t stop,” I said breathlessly, the tension winding so tight I knew I was going to shatter any second. And if he tried another switcheroo like before, I would end up stuck on a ship with a dead captain.

I hit my climax, the pleasure radiating through every inch of my body. I turned my head to bite down on the quilt in attempt to stifle my scream. I continued to ride the waves of ecstasy as he buried himself into me again and again.

I listened as his breathing became ragged and felt the arm around my legs clench tighter. He bore down once more and growled his release. He collapsed onto the bed, making it rock and pulled me into his chest.

He kissed my sweaty forehead and laughed. “I think ye’re hotter than before, lass.”

“I don’t mind it so much anymore.” I smirked and kissed his nipple, swiping my tongue across the peaked nub. He tasted salty and I couldn’t bring myself to care about the sweat trickling down my back and the humidity hanging between our bodies. 

Salty like the sea. Mmm, how very fitting for my Pirate Captain.