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“They belonged to the son of a friend of mine,” he replied. “They should fit.”
It turned out they did though a bit snugly.
“Are they not indecent?” she muttered. One could nearly see the shape of her breasts through the material.
“You can be as indecent as you want.” The corner of his mouth curled up, and he eyed her over. “You are a pirate now, Rose.”
“Yes,” she repeated firmly. “I am a pirate.” She wiggled her hips a little, trying the trousers out. “I quite like it too.”
“As do I,” he said so softly she almost didn’t catch it.
He braided back her hair with admirable speed then wrapped a kerchief around her head.
“Do I look the part then?” She held out her arms and turned. “Will they believe such?”
“I imagine they will not be overly concerned with your attire,” he murmured. “But other things.”
When she glanced at him, it was to find his eyes locked on her backside in admiration.
“Oh, dear.” She peered over her shoulder the best she could. Her skirt typically hid what he was staring at. “I suppose things are quite obvious.” She tugged at the pants. “Though I see no hope for it.”
“Thingsarequite obvious.” He grinned. “And yet another means to distract others from paying attention to your behavior in general. Not to say I don’t think you will do just fine.”
“Yet another means?” She arched a brow, flirting despite herself. Flirting because she had so missed doing so with him. “What else would be distracting them?”
Where the pirate he was might have commented on the fit of her shirt, he instead ran his fingers gently down her cheek sending gooseflesh racing everywhere.
“Your beautiful face, Rose,” he murmured.
His gaze followed in the wake of his fingers all the way down the side of her neck. Breathing became more difficult. Her heart pounded.
“I have so missed it,” he continued.
She should step away, pull back. He had broken her heart.
Yet when he tilted her chin and closed his lips over hers, she did no such thing.
ChapterSeven
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HE HAD SWORN HE WOULDnot do this, not yet, maybe ever, but as Rose stood there, so very beautiful in her pirate garb, he could not help himself. Though he’d tried his damndest not to, he had continued dreaming of kissing her again long after he knew he should have stopped. Long after they went their separate ways.
Yet the moment their lips met, he was glad he gave in.
Her lips were as soft and receiving as he recalled, her kiss outdoing all others despite her innocence. While tempted to deepen the exchange, he knew he would not be able to stop himself, and they had no time.
So he reluctantly ended it before it barely began.
When he pulled back, he found her eyes still closed, and her expression soft. Lost. Just as it had been countless times in their youth. He regretted having waited until they were officially married to take her. Many a restless night since he had tossed and turned, imagining sinking into her welcoming heat. Feeling her legs wrap around him.
“We have to go.” His voice was hoarse with desire. “We need to get to my holding.”
Her eyes opened. “You have a holding here too?”
“Yes, my brother and I have several scattered over various islands.”
“I see,” she said softly, her voice a little off. “And one so close to home.”
