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"Yes," she said in fervent agreement, feeling raw with need. "More, Kane." She felt him work the tip of a third finger into her, realized how impossibly tight she was with
his cock pushing into her. Her sex convulsed around his fingers, and he groaned as he thrust deeper. Sabrina panted slightly, stretching to take him, feeling the orgasm approaching and wanting him all the way inside her when she came.

"Hurry," she said in a low, urgent voice. "Fuck me, Kane. Fuck me until I'm so full of you I can't take any more." She rocked under him, inviting him to press deeper, and he did, pushing steadily forward as she worked to take all of him. His fingers moved insistently inside her, and when he rubbed his thumb over her clit again, she felt her inner muscles clamp down and release, spasming as he filled her to capacity.

"I'm coming," she managed to gasp out, as if he could have any doubt.

"Oh yeah. Come for me." Kane moved back and forth in gentle thrusts, claiming her anal passage while his fingers played her sex. "Come for me while I fuck your hot little ass."

She felt his tempo build as the tremors continued to break over her. "Kane. More," she almost wailed.

He thrust a little harder, still careful but taking more of her. She felt his cock swell inside her and knew he was about to come, too. He twisted his fingers inside her, and her spine bowed with the intensity of her release as he thrust deeper and they came together in a rush.

Afterward, Sabrina clung to the table, panting. She felt Kane withdraw in a steady, gentle slide and move away from her.

She closed her eyes and rested there while he disposed of the condom and cleaned up before coming back to slide his arms under her. He lifted her limp, unresisting body into his arms and cradled her against his chest. His lips moved
over her temple in a tender kiss. Then he carried her to the cabin, holding her as if she were fragile and precious.

Kane looked down at the woman in his arms, eyes closed, body limp, utterly spent. She was so small, so vulnerable, with her lashes resting against her cheeks and her body curled trustingly into his.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulled back the covers, settled her on her side between the sheets, and laid her head on a pillow. Then he stretched out beside her and spooned around her, drawing her into the curve of his body, his arms around her in a protective circle. He kissed the top of her head, and she let out a soft sigh.

"Sleepy?" Kane asked, his voice low.

"Mmm-hmm." She cuddled her back into his chest, and Kane held her closer. Her perfect, heart-shaped ass was pressed against his groin, and he loved the sensation of the soft flesh he'd just taken so pleasurably cradling his semihard cock.

"I loved doing that," he informed her.

"I loved it, too," she answered, her voice drowsy and thick with satisfaction. "It felt so intense, Kane. I felt so full of you."

"That was the idea." He stroked the silky skin of her side, wanting to soothe her after taking her so completely. She'd taken all of him, accommodating his desires, giving herself in an unaccustomed way, and he valued the trust she'd shown him. If he hadn't thoroughly prepared her, if he hadn't been careful of her size and inexperience and taken pains to arouse her fully, it wouldn't have been a pleasure for her at all. Just the opposite.

He wondered if she'd experiment with anal sex with
her next partner, and something raw and painful raked his insides at the thought of any other man having her. But it was bound to happen. They had a temporary agreement. When it ended, Sabrina would no longer be his.

Would another man be as careful with her, as conscious of the need to protect her delicate tissues from strain or injury? Would another man carry her to bed afterward and tuck her in to sleep with his body wrapped around hers, or would he take what he wanted and leave with no thought for how she might feel, what she might need in the aftermath of passion spent?

She's not yours to care about
, Kane told himself. Obviously he needed reminding. She couldn't be his, because if they had a relationship, she might take issue with the fact that he'd initially picked her as a research subject. Not that she'd given him any indication that she wanted anything more from him than what they'd agreed to.

While he grappled with his thoughts, her breathing grew deep and even, telling him she'd slipped into sleep. Then he realized that he was cradling her as close as he could in a fiercely possessive hold, as if some imaginary rival like Black Jack might appear to rip her from his arms.

He was listening to the sounds of her breathing and feeling the rhythm of her heart and the rise and fall of her rib cage as if nothing else in the world could be more important. He was intensely aware of the fit and shape and feel of her body against his, the mysterious feminine scent that was uniquely Sabrina mingled with the fresh citrus fragrance of his soap making a heady perfume, the slight tickling sensation of her hair against his chest. Christ, he was mooning over her.

For the first time, the story of Ulysses memorizing the lines in Helen of Troy's hand didn't strike Kane as ridiculous. If he learned Sabrina's body so thoroughly, he would know her completely and recognize her anywhere, even a world and an endless passage of years away.

You have lost it
, he informed himself. But there was no denying that she floated his boat, and he would launch it for her in any direction she desired, without hesitation.

It was impossible to spin fiction while flinching from inner truths, and this one hit home with a vengeance. He hadn't just wanted a fling to experience sexual freedom with a woman he didn't have to hold back or restrain himself with. He sure as hell hadn't wanted it simply to further his career, although that had provided a convenient excuse and a prod to action. There goes the book, he thought without regret. He could hardly stick to his original plan and fictionalize the experience.

What he'd really wanted was obvious to him now. He'd wanted a woman who matched him, in bed and out. A woman whose mind was nimble enough to follow his, whose sense of humor made him want to tickle it just for the pleasure of hearing her laugh, seeing the sparkle in her eyes. A woman who took everything he wanted to give with no holds barred and begged for more instead of mercy.

He had Sabrina here, now, but not on the terms he wanted. She could walk away at any time, and he would have no way of contacting her or finding her, except to send a message through the agency. Which she might or might not choose to respond to.

Kane was painfully aware that although he'd decided he wanted more from her than their agreed-on weekend of
fantasy sex, there was no guarantee that Sabrina felt the same and no reason to assume she might. She could be sleeping off the intensity of her first experience with anal sex right now with no thought of anything but what a brilliant plan she'd come up with and maybe a sense of gratitude to him for making her weekend of playing pirate's prisoner an orgasm-filled reality.

Gratitude wasn't what he wanted from her, but there were worse beginning points to work from. A fulfilling sexual experience was obviously important to her, and she'd told him enough to make him believe that any long-term relationship she entered into would have to include the variety she craved.

What had she said? Kane frowned and searched his memory for the details of that first conversation this morning. She'd said she didn't want to be locked into a relationship that was based on nothing but games, and relationships with no room for games were too limited. It boiled down to the fact that she hadn't found a man who could appreciate the full expression of who she was, all sides of her. Not unlike his own reasons for remaining single.

Kane knew with bone-deep certainty that he could have that with Sabrina if she was willing. She was bright and quick, playful and sexy, adventurous and also balanced. She didn't take foolish risks, but she did like the thrill of riding the edge.

She'd pursued her goal of fantasy fulfillment in a way that was very telling to Kane. She hadn't trolled a bar for a likely candidate and picked up a stranger who was a complete unknown. She'd looked for a partner who was thoroughly and professionally screened to eliminate the dangers
of acting out a scenario that would place her in a vulnerable position, and then she'd picked the candidate she'd found most attractive and felt most comfortable with.

He thought about the realities of being with Sabrina long-term. Would she be willing to live aboard
Rebecca
? He wasn't about to live on dry land again, although he could stay moored in one place during her work week. Weekends they could sail free.

He pictured Sabrina living with him while he worked to a deadline, hours when he wasn't free to concentrate on her and had no energy left at the end of the day to play. She was the type of woman he could imagine coping with the ebb and flow of his work life, amusing herself when he was busy and not feeling neglected if he got up in the middle of the night to write the scene that had just come to him.

Sabrina wasn't a clinging vine. She posed somewhat the opposite challenge for Kane. He'd have to make domestication with him attractive enough for her to consider it. He took some comfort in the knowledge that their sexual compatibility was proof that the Capture Agency's profiling and matching was worth every penny. They were both experienced enough to recognize what a rare thing that was.

All he had to do was use the remainder of their time together to show her what he had to offer, get her accustomed to associating him with pleasure, and keep her interested in having more.

And think of a way to explain Bluebeard's closet to her.

Sabrina floated up from sleep to find herself cocooned in Kane's embrace. His long, muscular body was wrapped around hers, his arms cradling her, her back tucked snugly against his broad chest, his penis cushioned by her butt. Their legs were tangled together, and she could feel his hands smoothing along her skin in gentle strokes.

"Ahoy there," she said to let him know she was awake. "Avast, ye sea-scurvy scalawag." Then she frowned and blinked her eyes open. "What's a scalawag? And what kind of word is that, anyway?"

"It's a noun," Kane informed her. He slid his hand up her rib cage to cup her breast. "You know. A person, place, or thing."

"Thank you." She rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see and was missing the effect. "I believe I learned what a noun is from
Schoolhouse Rock
, while watching Saturday morning cartoons."

"Which you remember like it was last week," he teased,
flicking her nipple with his fingertip to make it harden. "Because you're barely old enough to be out of school."

"Are we back to that?" Sabrina arched her back and pressed her bottom farther into his groin, rubbing his cock against her bare skin. "I'm old enough to bend over and take it up the ass from you." Then a sudden thought had her flipping around to face him. She poked a finger into his chest. "Do not tell me you're having guilt feelings over that. I wanted you to do it. I asked you to do it, and I was the one saying
more
."

"I remember." Kane covered her hand on his chest with one of his. "I don't regret it at all. Having you bend over and offer your ass to me was an erotic dream come true. Just thinking about it makes me hard and makes me want to fuck you again."

"Oh." Sabrina felt her determination dissolve, diffused by his answer. "Well . . . good." She ran a physical inventory and noted a distinct soreness, in spite of Kane's very careful preparation and penetration. "I don't think I can do that again this weekend, though."

"Fuck?" Kane's lips twitched with barely suppressed humor at her expression. "Or take it up the ass?"

"You are so crude, Sir Pirate." Sabrina slithered across the sheets to rub her nipples against his chest, loving the way they hardened and tightened from the stimulation. "But since you ask, my backside is definitely feeling the effects. The rest of me, however, is all yours to use at will."

"You like crude. If you wanted a gentleman, you wouldn't have asked for a pirate." Kane worked one hand between her thighs to ride just below her sex, not quite touching her.

"Lucky for me, I got both." Sabrina grinned at him and wiggled until his hand was right where she wanted it, snug against her mons. "Your gentlemanly streak almost won out over the pirate, too. It was a near thing. Fortunately for me, you really wanted to go pirate on my ass, so it wasn't too hard to persuade you."

"Medieval." Kane stroked his finger along her labia. "The term is, go medieval on your ass."

"Only if you have a thing for knights." She hooked her thigh over his to make it easier for him to plunder her. "I wanted a pirate. Besides, those suits of armor? How long would it take to get naked and bend me over? Medieval is so impractical."

Kane shook his head at her, trying visibly not to laugh. "The term implies beating the hell out of, not screwing into unconsciousness. Speaking of which, how was your nap?"

"Very nice, but I'm loving my wake-up call." Sabrina let out a throaty moan as Kane's fingers explored her with leisurely thoroughness, not parting or opening her, just stroking and pressing her into insanity or early senility. "And I know what going medieval means. That was wordplay. Or something."

It was getting really difficult to concentrate, and her thoughts were turning too hazy with the fog of lust to keep up with Kane's razor wit.