Page 36 of Pirate's Intent
“Yes, thank goodness,” he drawled, enjoying what was at his disposal. “To a point, anyway.”
Her brow swept up, her bold haughtiness as alive as ever. “Surely, you are going to behave like a gentleman and get me out of here.” She frowned and did as she always did. “Do you know Rose is here? You must see to her first. Make sure she is all right.”
While tempted to keep her in suspense as she had done to him for so long, he knew better when it came to her sister. Rose had always brought out one of Hannah’s more redeeming qualities. Fierce devotion and a protective nature few could match.
“Rose is fine,” he assured. “My brother is seeing to her.”
“Your brother’s here too?” The relief in her voice was genuine. Irritatingly genuine, actually. “Rose is in good hands then.”
Thomas had always enjoyed the kinder side of Hannah. Not to say Luke hadn’t too, but it was always swiftly followed by the other side. An aspect of her personality she reserved solely for him. Something he understood well enough in their youth, but through their various correspondences over the years, understood even better now.
Or should he say he understood the woman she kept hidden underneath better? The one who had often needed him to be her battering ram, then at other times something far more complex. Far more intense.
“Luke.” Her tone was a bit curter this time. “What is that look in your eyes?” She tugged at her bindings. Her eyes flickered to the obvious erection straining against his breeches. “Untie me. Right now.”
“You know precisely what the look in my eyes is, Hannah,” he murmured. He knelt on the bed and ran the back of his thumb along her soft jawline, pleased to see both defiance and quickly masked pleasure in her gaze. “Abigail told me how eager you were to see me again.”
“I said no such thing,” she gasped when he trailed his fingers down her slender throat. “I would never!”
If possible, his cock stiffened even further, so ready to claim her, he knew he would not last long.
“It was less in what you said to Abigail,” he trailed a finger between her breasts, “but more in the sensual flare of your eyes. The way you could not breathe quite right when you knew who was coming for you.”
“Well, of course, I could not breathe right!” Her voice was too raspy, her traitorous chest rising and falling quicker by the moment. “I am in danger. At the mercy of these lewd miscreants. Bound to be used until there is nothing left of me.”
The way she said it and the deviant light in her eyes that only he understood, tortured his poor cock even more.
“You always did have a way with words,” he said softly. “Do you have any idea the state your letters left me in?” Seconds away from ripping her dress down the middle and finally feasting his eyes on her, he trailed his fingers lower until he dusted the juncture between her thighs. “How I could almost feel your heat as I sank into you and at last took what belonged to me.”
“I do not belong—”
She gasped with pleasure when he cupped his hand more firmly over her mons and rubbed her sensitive flesh with the heel of his palm. It mattered naught the clothing in between. He knew his way around a woman better than a pirate did treasure.
Especiallythiswoman.
“Oh, but you do belong to me now, my little tease,” he murmured in her ear, pleased when she bit back a low groan and struggled to keep her eyes open.
Though it took a tremendous amount of effort, he had promised his brother he would see to this without getting distracted. Their plan was too risky to do otherwise. More so now because of Hannah herself.
“Why?” he murmured before he could stop himself. He continued rubbing the area between her thighs, drawn like a moth to a flame to the pull and push of Hannah fighting her pleasure.
“Why what?” she whispered, licking her lips, looking for a voice she would find soon enough if he kept at this. If he said to hell with risky plans, hiked up her skirt and finally took her like she secretly wanted to be taken. Like sheneededto be taken.
“Why did you keep them when I told you to dispose of them?” What he would not give to at least thrust his hand under her skirt and feel her soft folds then bury his fingers in her hungry sheath. “Why did you keep my letters?”
That was why they needed to get the women out of here sooner rather than later. The blasted scrolls. They not only spoke of the extremely expensive family brooch Thomas had given Rose but that she always wore it. Of course, the brothers knew it was still in her possession thanks to Thomas’s informant, hence their plan, but it wasn’t information they wanted known. Now they could count on Big Devil getting a hold of such and pursuing Rose.
Something—because they’d anticipated several scenarios—they had planned for.
Though things had become riskier, the fact that Hannah had kept the scrolls meant more to him than anticipated. Moreover, that they looked worn as though read often.
“I...” Hannah began. Her breathing came harder. Her pleasure near peaking. Her half-mast gaze locked on the obvious bulge between his legs.
“Youwhat?” He met her eyes, close enough that he could kiss her lips if so inclined. But he preferred them gasping. He liked watching the way they fell open as he brought her higher and higher. “Did you touch yourself like this while reading them, little tease? Did you imagine me tying you up like you are now and sinking into you? Ripping away all the control you hold on to so tightly?”
She tried to respond but was too caught in his web of desire, her pleasure almost on her. Close, close, then she went over the edge and bloody hell, did she look good doing it. She arched, straining against her bindings. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she released a long, ragged groan that had his cock throbbing painfully.
He cursed under his breath and pulled away abruptly.
