Ruined by the Pirate (3 page)

“Killian,” she gasped.

He nipped her throat. “Right here.” And on the edge of taking her against the wall.

“We can’t do this.” She nudged him away and yanked the coat closed. “I shouldn’t.”

“Kiss me?” He licked his bottom lip and the memory of her kiss seared onto his brain. “You can kiss me all night, love. I haven’t gotten enough of you.”

She shook her head. “I may not like Isaiah, but I can’t…” Sarah’s curt tone that he’d grown accustomed to faded. She averted her gaze again. “It wouldn’t be right.”

Ah, now he understood. Moments ago, she’d been on the cusp of giving in to his charms. Duty must’ve crept back into her mind. She might not have liked Isaiah Landry, but she couldn’t treat him cruelly, either. Killian gritted his teeth. A man like Landry deserved to be bullwhipped. He didn’t understand how to treat a horse, much less a lady. He’d put her on a pedestal and ignore her instead of basking in all the ways he could please her.

“I understand.” He didn’t—not really. He refused to force her. If she wanted him, then he’d be there. If not, he’d leave her alone. He stood tall and cleared his throat. “I’ll leave you alone for a while and will attend to my duties with the crew.” He bowed—something he rarely did for anyone—and sidestepped her. “When I’m done, I’ll set a course for your home.” His pride splintered. He’d planned to romance her and convince her that a life on the water could be worthwhile. With her at his side, he’d have everything he needed. His enthusiasm won out and he’d pushed her too far. A proper woman wouldn’t have anything to do with a pirate.

Damn him for thinking otherwise.

“Killian?”

When she said his name, his heart flip-flopped and a rock formed in the pit of his stomach. He might have wanted her to fall for him, but with another man in the picture, she’d never give in. Still, hearing his name on her lips did buoy his waning spirits. He didn’t look at her, but rather spoke over his shoulder. “Yes, love?”

“Don’t take me home.”

Chapter Three

Sarah balled her hands to keep from reaching for him. He kept calling her love and being nice to her despite having kidnapped her. He might have been a pirate and a roughneck, but he did have a softer side.

“Please?” she asked.

“Yes, love.” Killian nodded once then left her alone in his room.

She shouldn’t have encouraged him. She belonged to another man. Isaiah hadn’t given her a ring. He had barely given her a nod when he’d asked for her hand. She snorted at the memory. Isaiah had stood with her father. He’d spoken about her like she hadn’t been in the room and decided they’d wed in May. She wondered if he had even waited for her. Maybe—if he wanted the money she’d get in her inheritance. How could a man who claimed to love a woman send her away for over a year?

She hugged herself and breathed in the musky scent trapped in Killian’s coat. Funny, she felt safe in his garment and protected on his boat. The idea of running wasn’t important. She crept over to the window and stared out at the blackness of the ocean. His kiss still burned on her lips.

Sarah perched on the edge of his desk and listened to the lull of the waves slapping the boat. What would she gain by staying with Killian? A nice boat with a crew of interesting characters…all the pilfered goods she probably could ever want…and kisses hot enough to melt her from the inside out. She shivered and drew the coat tighter around her body.

Isaiah’s kisses had never elicited such a response. Then again, he’d never used his mouth anywhere but on the back of her knuckles. She tucked her arms up in the sleeves of the coat. With Isaiah, she’d have some access to her father’s wealth—if Isaiah saw fit to give her an allowance. He’d drape her in furs and silks and expect her to entertain his wealthy friends. He’d leave her alone most of the time and only sleep with her in order to produce an heir. She huffed. The idea of laying with him disgusted her. She knew what he did when he went to the club.

She turned away from the window and stood, then flopped onto the bed. Isaiah dallied with the serving women at the club and insisted they were nothing. She knew better. She wasn’t what he wanted, but he’d give in if he’d score her father’s money.

Killian claimed not to want the millions. He could be lying, too. Once a pirate—always a pirate, right? She closed her eyes and willed the tears to remain at bay. No need to cry over a man she didn’t love.

Something creaked, dragging her from her thoughts. She opened her eyes and sat up. Killian stood in the doorway, his arms folded and a smile on his lips.

“Trying out my bed already?” He struck a match then lit the two candles in the room. The soft yellow glow flickered in his eyes. “Had that imported.” He shrugged. “Or the steamer it was on had a few too many.”

She draped herself across the bed. She shouldn’t be attracted to him. He wasn’t the kind of man to create a life with, and yet, she desired him more than she understood.

“What are you thinking, love?” He stalked across the room but didn’t pounce on her. He perched beside her and slipped her hand into his.

“This is a very unsteady boat and I’m terribly frightened,” she said, knowing he would see through her ploy. She turned her back on him. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“No?” He tugged her onto his lap.

His erection jabbed into her backside. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “What made you want to become a pirate?”

“Later, love. Right now I want to taste you.” He cupped her ass and held her tight to his strong body. He nipped her bottom lip.

She gasped. She’d never been kissed so roughly before. Every part of her came alive. Her nerve endings sizzled. She needed to get closer to him. Sarah shrugged out of the coat.

“Darling, if you remove any more clothing, you’ll give me the wrong ideas.” Killian’s eyes blazed. “I’m on the edge.”

This was her moment. She could encourage him or shove him away forever. Sarah reached up and pulled the pins from her hair. She’d never worn her hair down in front of a man. Allowing herself the freedom unlocked something deep within her.

“Sarah.” Killian eased his fingers through her tresses, smoothing out the curls. “Like silk.”

“Teach me.” She stared into his eyes. He nipped at her neck, sending a fresh wave of tingles through her body. “Show me what I need to do.”

“Sarah?”

She kissed him, taking the reins. They bumped noses a couple of times, but once she got the hang of where to snuggle her body against his, being in his arms came more naturally. She stroked the hairs at the back of his neck and basked in the scratch of his scruff on her cheeks. So many sensations—from the yearning within her to the softness of his hands on her body—she welcomed them all.

Sarah trembled in his arms. He affected her like a drug or fine liquor. Did lust and love do that to a person…make them weak in the knees?

Killian groaned and palmed her butt. His touch, even through the silk and lace of her dress, seared her to the core. She hiked up her skirt, exposing her calf to him.

“That’s a beautiful leg.” Killian touched her bare skin and groaned. “No stockings?”

“It was hot in Southampton,” she confessed.

Felicia had dared her to ride the yacht back without her stockings. Never one to balk at a dare, she’d left her stockings in Felicia’s bedroom.

“I want to make love to you.” Killian stretched her out on the mattress.

“Yes, show me.” Her eagerness won out over her concern. If she were going to be ruined, then a pirate would be the best story to tell her friends. She’d be scandalized…why not go out in a big way?

“Not yet.” He stood and rummaged in one of the drawers.

“Not yet?” Confusion filtered into her brain.
Why not yet?
“Have I done something wrong? Am I lacking?” She tried to keep the bit of anger from her voice and lost the battle. What was he looking for in the drawer?

“No, love.” Killian lit a third candle then locked the door to the cabin. “Frantic sex is very hot, but it will hurt. I don’t want to cause you pain.” He knelt beside the bed and eased her skirt up to her thighs. “You have to ease into your first time.”

He removed her slippers and kissed her ankle. The shoes plopped onto the floor. His touch, once gruff and demanding, became softer. His hair tickled her inner thigh.

“I’m lucky to have captured you.” He massaged her insole and continued to taste her.

She gasped and fought the urge to close her legs. Part of her wanted to protest. Proper ladies didn’t behave in such a manner. She caught herself. Proper ladies… She didn’t want to follow the rules any longer.

Killian arranged her skirt up over her thighs. Passion burned in his eyes as he settled on the floor and kissed his way along her inner knee to the hem of her skirt.

“Oh my.” She balled the bedding in her hands. Reach for him? Talk to him? She wasn’t sure what to think or do.

Killian sat back on his heels long enough to unbutton the rest of his shirt. She roved her gaze over his tanned skin. The man had certainly done his share of working outside. His dark nipples beaded and sweat glistened on his chest. He shrugged out of the shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up.

She’d seen plenty of male nudes when she’d toured the sculpture gallery in London, but they were nothing compared to a sexy man in the flesh. Hours spent in the drawing room, sketching the Greek statues could’ve been spent sketching Killian. A couple of silvery scars bisected his right pectoral muscle and another scar slashed along his ribcage.

She reached out to touch him. The pain and torture he must’ve suffered to earn the scars…she couldn’t imagine.

“I love it when you touch me, Sarah.” He closed his hand over hers on his chest.

Killian rose up between her knees and kissed her again. This time he remained chest to breast with her. His warmth seeped into her body. “I want to see all of you,” he murmured. He tugged at the clasps holding the side of her dress closed. The more he pulled, the easier the closures gave way.

Her hands trembled as she reached around and untied her strings at the small of her back. She’d never dreamed of showing her body to a man before marriage, but with Killian at the helm, she wanted to try everything.

The sleeves of her dress loosened and slipped off her shoulders. The top half of her dress tumbled to her lap.

Killian licked his lips and helped her ease her arms free. “I love a woman in a corset. Nothing sexier.”

Her embarrassment faded away. Was it possible to fall in love in one night, especially with the man who’d taken her hostage? Maybe it was the lust in her veins, but she didn’t really feel like a captive.

“Right now, the corset needs to come off.” He climbed onto the bed and crawled around to sit behind her. Killian poked and tugged at her undergarment. “How do you open this thing?”

“It’s a new design.” The tips of her ears burned. She shouldn’t feel so self-conscious, but she did. “There are clasps at the back.”

“I see now.” He kissed her shoulder then opened the constrictive undergarment. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

The moment of tenderness imprinted itself on her brain. Another thought crossed her mind, though, and she vocalized her worry, “You say that because I’m here. Any other woman would do in the same situation.” She hoped not, but her practical side won out.

“No, love. I believe in fate.” Killian turned her around enough to look into her eyes. “We were both in Southampton for a reason.”

She nodded. Deep in her heart she believed him.

Killian stood. He unbuckled his belt then opened the buttons on his pants. His cock stood out from a thatch of dark curls. He kept his gaze on hers as he kicked out of his knee-high boots.

Sarah scooted to the edge of the bed. She wanted to touch him some more. Sculpture hardly compared to a real man. She wrapped her fingers around his erection.

“Love, pull a little when you do that. Stroke me.” He shuddered and wobbled as he eased his socks and pants the rest of the way off. More scars crisscrossed his strong body.

She leaned forward and kissed his belly while she massaged his cock.

“One day I’ll teach you how to please me with your mouth, but not today.” Killian backed away from her, releasing himself from her grasp. “I’m liable to go off like a cannon right now.” He coaxed her onto her back and slid her gown and drawers down her legs. When he had her naked, he crawled on top of her.

She shivered and moaned. She’d never been so exposed, but instead of being embarrassed, she felt emboldened. Sarah parted her legs.

“So beautiful.” Killian opened her up to his hungry gaze. “Slick and pink.” He lowered his face between her thighs and licked her.

A strange stirring started low in her belly. She couldn’t breathe. The more she puffed for air, the dizzier she felt. Butterflies swarmed in her chest.

“Killian,” she moaned. Sarah reached for him, threading her fingers through his dark hair. “Oh.”

“That’s right, love. Give in to your desires.” He buried his face in her pussy. He licked along her labia then scraped his teeth over her clitoris.

She couldn’t describe the sensations. One moment she seemed to be floating and the next flying. Her legs trembled and heat spread throughout her being. She squirmed beneath him. Pressure filled her pussy and she cried out.

“Killian.” She tensed. “Oh my God.”

Chapter Four

“Calm, my love. I’m preparing you with my fingers. You taste like wine.” He resumed sucking on her labia.

She wasn’t sure how to react. Part of her feared the new feelings. No one had ever touched her there before. Part of her reveled in the freedom of her actions with Killian. He made her feel beautiful and desired. She glanced down at him.

Killian smiled and opened his palm on her lower belly. He pumped his fingers. “My sweet virgin.”

Another burst of need spiraled through her. She thrashed and gripped the sheets. “Make love to me,” she begged. “Please?”

“You’re as eager as I.” Killian stroked her belly. “My heart beats for you.” He eased his fingers out of her and aligned himself mons to groin and breast to chest. “Focus on me. I cannot make this hurt less.”