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“I have a taste for the finer things in life, and you, Miss Turner, are the finest I have ever tasted.”
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity balancing on the edge of a precipice, the pirate brushed his lips to hers. Harriet opened to him with a low moan, boldly spiked both hands into his hair, and pulled him down to deepen it.
CHAPTER TEN
LOVE SHACK
Rémy was not going to rip Miss Turner’s clothing off and take her on the cold ground in an abandoned shack. But the temptation was there.
He teased her deliberately, holding back, keeping his kiss soft, and tormenting them both. If she wanted him as badly as he wanted her—and he prayed she did—Harriet was going to have to say it.
She dragged him closer with a needy moan that echoed down his spine and straight into his cock, snapping his control like a twig.
Rémy skimmed his palms down her back, under her bottom, and hoisted her up. She squirmed, her thighs trapped by her skirt and petticoat. He seized the opportunity to taste the tender skin of her throat. She tasted like wealth. Soft and protected like a hothouse flower.
She felt like every luxury he’d ever craved and been denied. Wartime deprivation had left him wanting more than mere survival. Once he figured out that he could get the things he wanted through smuggling, he’d never looked back.
Harriet might be his greatest heist of all time. She was his Helen. She might be his destruction, but right now, she washis.
His to devour.
To consume.
To adore with every part of him.
He kissed his way past the hollow of her throat and found the fichu in his way. With an impatient growl, he tore it away with his teeth. Harriet’s startled laughter ended in a gasp as he nudged the top of her bodice down.
“You are not going back to your uncle.”
“No,” she panted, clutching him.
“You’re staying with me.” What was he saying? His home was a smuggler’s ship. He was wanted for sinking one of the Waterguard’s boats—even though that had been his cousin Thierry’s doing, not his—and she was promised to an earl. Her uncle was a duke. Lord Montague would have enough wealth and power to hunt him to the ends of the earth. Unless…
There was only one solution.
“You’ll marry me,” he gritted out. If he couldn’t keep her, he would have to find the strength to stop touching her—an impossible task. His heart slammed against his sternum as he waited for her answer. If she refused him…
“Yes, Rémy. I’ll marry you,” she answered breathlessly.
“Good girl.”
She made as if to smack him for his insolence. Rémy caught her wrist and pinned her to the wall, her hands beside her head, and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. Once he was certain she wouldn’t try to knee him, he released her wrists and shoved her skirt up. She wore nothing beneath her chemise. The sight of her curls at the apex of the sweetest thighs he’d ever witnessed was a lightning bolt to his brain.
He would hang for this. But she was worth the risk.
Rémy pressed gentle kisses on each thigh. She trembled like a frightened filly. She was avirgin.He had no business being within a hundred miles of her. He’d never been with a virgin before. He preferred women who knew what they wanted, even if they didn’t always ask for it outright.
Fascinated, he parted her center with one fingertip, reveling in the slick shine. An excellent start. He wanted her so wet for him that she’d experience only pleasure, not pain. He nudged her legs farther apart. Then he bent his head and gently licked that sensitive nub.
She hissed through clenched teeth. Her hips tipped forward, granting him better access.
“Very good, chérie. Just like that.” He palmed her delectable bottom andlicked.
Harriet’s eyesfluttered open long enough to follow the shape of a passing traveler barely visible from their hiding spot in the abandoned shack.
She could not be caught with her breasts hanging out and a man beneath her skirts, kissing her quim. Nor could she do anything other than gasp for breath and clutch the stones. The fear of being found only heightened the pleasure arcing through her body.
There was no good reason for even the most intrepid traveler to be out in this weather. She ought to be more concerned, but the instant the man was out of view, she forgot all about him.
