Page 30 of The Pirate's Stolen Bride
But now he was home.
Harriet made her way down the quai and waited for him to finish tying down the boat. Once it was secure, Rémy leaped down and pulled her in for a kiss.
“I missed you.”
“And this little one missed you,” she said. Rémy scooped his son into his arms. The baby drooled and kicked. He didn’t seem to mind being squished between his parents while they made fools of themselves being publicly affectionate.
Back at their home, she handed off the provisions she’d purchased to her cook while Rémy put Lucien down for his nap. She found them in the bedroom with the infant sleeping on her husband’s chest. He raised one finger to his lips. Harriet smiled fondly.
Gently, he laid the baby in his crib and closed the door.
Without warning, Rémy scooped Harriet into his arms, prompting her sharp yelp of surprise.
“Shh, chouchou, we must not awaken the baby.”
She pressed one finger to her lips to indicate silence.
“That’s right, we must be silent as a mouse.”
Not laughing didn’t mean not smiling. Hers was wide as he carried her into the next room.
“I missed you.” He laid her on the bed and began untying her stockings.
“You were gone for an entire week,” Harriet pouted.
“Were you bereft without me?” he asked, moving to cover her body with his. He sighed contentedly and explored her exposed throat with his lips. Teasingly intimate. Only Rémy knew her this way.
He brought one hand to her breast and squeezed. She arched into his touch and tangled her free hand in his hair, relishing his weight.
“I was so lonely without you.” She pretended to pout. “Did you bring me anything?”
Often, he would bring her a small gift from his travels. Less frequently when he was only making a trip to Cavalier Cove. Usually they were small, valueless joke gifts to make her laugh, but every so often he would surprise her with an extravagance.
“Is this not enough?” he ground his cock against her sex.
“Mmm. I thought there would be more,” she pouted.
“Minx. Just for that, I shall keep my surprise until you can be more accommodating.” He got her dress unfastened—he was impressively good at relieving her of her clothing, or simply having his way with her no matter how many layers she was wearing at the time—and shoved to the floor.
The worshipful way he looked at her, with a glint of humor shining in his blue eyes, made Harriet feel like a small boat on a storm-tossed ocean every time. Two years after he’d stolen her away, she still had the dizzying sense of falling in love all over again whenever they came together like this.
“Be a good girl and maybe I’ll show you what I brought home after all.”
She stroked his cock. “Is it big?”
He winked. “Not as big as what you are touching right now.”
“Oooh, very small then.” She squeezed.
“Cruel mistress.”
“You know I’m teasing.” She slid between his knees and took him into her mouth, his bare skin warm against her lips. He loved it when she did this, and she enjoyed it almost as much as Rémy. She let her tongue drift up and down over the silken head, squeezing his shaft until he eased her off and pressed her back onto the pillow. His hands were everywhere, molding every curve, seeking the place between her thighs and delving in with an expert touch.
“Shall I tease you the same way, mon cher?” He demonstrated with a deft twist of his wrist, hitting the spot high inside her inner wall that brought her to the brink of shattering.
He left her dangling there on a precipice of need.
“Rémy. The baby won’t be asleep for long,” she whined, shifting restlessly as tension built. Her pirate of a husband refused to give her release. Payback for her earlier insult.
