He gave a low rumble deep in his chest. “My little vixen,” he murmured.
The name only made her insides tighten as he carried her across the deck and back to the Captain’s quarters. The breakfast had already been cleared and after he strode across the room, he opened another door. Against the far wall was a bed. Their bed.
Violette squirmed out of his arms, anxious to rid of her clothing. As she began to pull on some of the buttons, Theo chuckled. “Allow me, my love.”
He deftly worked the buttons until the dress pooled at her feet. Then he plucked the ties of her corset loose.
With those layers gone, he worked the buttons of his own shirt as she kicked off her shoes and rolled down her stockings.
When he shrugged off his shirt, she caught sight of his deeply muscled chest and narrow waist. Doing this by the light of day had been an excellent choice. Unable to resist, she pressed herself into his arms, their lips coming together in a passionate kiss.
He wrapped his hands around her waist then slid them lower, pressing their hips together. Without thought, one of her legs wrapped about his midriff.
He gave a low, deep groan, which only made her more frantic for his touch. Violette stepped back and tugged off her chemise, sending several of the carefully placed pins in her hair, flying about the room.
Theo growled as he moved toward her again. “You’re stunning.” He reached for her, pulling her close again. Somehow, even as he kissed her, he managed to shed the last of her clothes. He bent down and then picked her up, carrying her to the bed.
The feel of their bare chests, pressed together, nearly undid her and she rubbed against him, eager for more.
“Violette,” he hissed. “What are you trying to do to me?”
She had twined her arms about his neck and she tightened them, wanting no space between them. “Show you how much I love you.”
“My love,” he gritted out, sliding his lips lower. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
He peppered kisses along her neck and collarbone then travelled lower. When he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth pleasure erupted deep inside her. She tangled her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer.
As he lifted his head, she gave a cry of protest but then he lowered his lips to the other peak, giving it equal attention. One of his hands slid up her thigh and as it brushed the silky folds of her core, she moaned in ecstasy.
He began a rhythmic stroking that had her heart pounding wildly as pleasure built inside of her.
Frantic for more, she tugged at his breeches, eager to see and feel all of him.
He lifted himself up and finished the job, pulling the fabric down around his thighs. His member sprang free and she had her first moment of fear. “It’s so large,” she whispered.
He gave her a devilish grin. “You’ll come to appreciate that, my love.” Then he slowly lay back down giving her a leisurely kiss. “There is no need to rush now. We’ll take as much time as you need.”
But as its rounded tip came into contact with her soft flesh, it didn’t hurt at all. In fact it was terribly exciting. She rubbed against it, the feel of it touching her sex even more thrilling than his fingers had been until it slipped inside her.
Her inner muscles stretched to accommodate him, and a twinge of pain accompanied that but also an intense longing. “Oh, that’s not bad at all.”
He grimaced. “It isn’t over yet darling. Slow or quick?”
She took a deep breath. “Quick.”
He thrust inside her. A cry erupted from her lips as she screwed her eyes shut. Theo stopped. Kissing her, he held still and soon the pain receded.
A she took a deeper breath, her muscles contracted and the feel of him inside of her caused tiny ripples of pleasure. “Oh,” she said as she looked up into his. “Oh, it doesn’t hurt.”
He slid out of her and then pushed back in, more sensation radiated through her. “How was that?”
“Again.” she moaned against his lips.
He repeated the movement and tendrils of pleasure made her toes curl and her hand clutch at his back.
This time, he didn’t ask, he just did it over and over quickening the pace until she could hardly stand it. She grabbed at his skin, her heels pressing him harder into her. “Theo,” she cried as thought she might perish from the pleasure and then it broke.
His own moans of satisfaction matched hers.
They stayed locked together some time, whispering words that Violette couldn’t recall. Not the exact phrases anyway. But the feeling, she’d never forget. It was love.
Epilogue
Violette raced about the room searching for her stocking. She’d found one but the other had gone missing.
“Found it,” Theo called, grinning with mischief. He reached up and pulled the silky fabric from the top of one of the bed’s large posts.
“How did end up there?” she huffed as she sat on the bed to put the stocking on.
“Allow me.” Theo’s smile widened as he knelt on the ground before her. He was terrible and breathtaking.
She snatched the stocking from his hand. “That is how we got into trouble in the first place. You’re a terrible distraction. The wedding is in an hour and my hair still needs to be pinned.”
His eyebrows rose. “I seem to recall that you enjoyed my diversion.”
She leaned over and kissed his lips. “You know I did.”
“I’m sorry that we had to postpone our trip to France.” He took the stocking from her hand and rolled it up her leg. Even after what they’d just done, his touch sent shivers along her skin.
“I’m not. How could I miss Daffodil’s wedding?” She gave him a grin. “Besides, we leave on Monday.”
“We do.” He pulled her off the bed. “But it had been one postponement after another.”
She touched his face. “I’m fine with that if you are. Our duties come first.”
He pulled her close and gave her a long slow kiss. “You are the most amazing woman,” he said, briefly breaking away before capturing her mouth with his again.
She was in danger of losing herself in the kiss. Not that she normally cared, but today, she needed to be on time. “Theo,” she gasped.
“Fine,” he murmured. “We’ll finish that kiss later.”
“At this rate, we won’t make it off the ship when we arrive in France.” She slid her hand down his arm.
“You might be right.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he helped her into her corset. “Not that it would matter to me. I’m happy wherever you are.”
She blinked. “I thought you wanted to travel? Be an adventurer?”
He tightened the strings of her corset and turned her in his arms. “I’ll go wherever you wish to go, my love. Showing you the world will be one of my greatest joys. But the truth is, you are all that matters to me.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest. How could she be so fortunate?
This time when he took her lips, it was with a tenderness that made her ache. “You’re all I need too.”
“Come, my love. Let’s get you ready so that we might see your sister married. That courtship might have been bumpier than ours even. We need to see it to its end.”
“Oh, I agree,” she said as Theo helped her into her dress. When the last button was closed, she reached for his hands. “I love you, Mr. Riley.”
His rakish grin said it all. “Careful, Mrs. Riley, or you won’t make it to the wedding.”
My Wicked Earl
Tammy Andresen
Lady Daffodil stood in front of the stove and willed herself not to shed tears. Not that anyone was there to notice. Well, her brother, Jacob, would see that she cried but he wouldn’t judge her. He’d most likely think any drops of liquid leaking from her eyes had been caused by all the smoke that currently filled the room.
“You did better this time, Petal.” He used her pet nickname that he’d given her as a small boy. Now that he was fifteen, he rarely used such affections. But apparently
, he thought she needed the comfort today.
Not that she didn’t appreciate the gesture but as she took the smoking roast out of the oven, a single tear leaked from her right eye. Fortunately, she had to squeeze them both shut as more smoke billowed from its belly so it most likely went unnoticed. “Doing better does not fill our stomachs. This was our last bit of meat.”
He straightened his shoulders and patted her arm. “I’ll trim it like I did last time. I’m sure we can eat some of it.”
Daffodil didn’t answer. She sometimes wondered if being the middle child made her the most worthless. She was eighteen, a full three years older than Jacob, and yet here he was comforting her.
Her eldest sister, Violette, had left with their mother to meet several potential suitors. What was Daffodil doing to aid her family’s crisis? Burning food.
In her defense, as a lady, she’d never learned to cook. But as their money had dwindled, so had their staff. Their one remaining servant, who had stayed behind to chaperone them, had fallen and was currently bedridden. Daffodil pushed back the fresh tears and told herself that crying wouldn’t help. But she wished her mother or her sister were here.
Jacob set to work trying to carve up the roast as she watched over his shoulder. But Daffodil’s thoughts immediately turned to Violette. How were her visits going? Had she made a match?
Which alternately caused her to feel guilty. She didn’t wish a terrible husband on her sister. She hoped for Violette to find happiness, not just settle for the first man who would take her. Still, their situation grew desperate and it fell to Violette to save them.
She wasn’t able to think on it further as the pounding of feet on the servant’s stairs alerted her that she and Jacob were not alone. Turning, she watched in horror as the kitchen door swung open.
“What the bloody hell is happening down here?” A stranger’s voice boomed through the smoke-filled air. Daffy couldn’t see who it was of course. “And why is no one answering the door?”
“Get behind me, Petal,” Jacob called, shoving her behind him as he swung the knife about like a rapier.
“Jacob,” she gasped. That caused her to breathe in a great deal more smoke and then to begin violently coughing.
Forgetting all about the stranger, Jacob turned back to her. “Petal? Are you all right?”
Daffodil couldn’t answer for a moment before finally, tears now streaming down her face from all the coughing, pushed out, “Didn’t I tell you that my cooking would be the death of one of us?”
A chuckle reminded her that they were not alone. But before she could do anything, strong arms were lifting her off her feet and cradling her against a massive chest. Its rock-hard muscle made her gasp again, which in turn made her cough all the more.
“Let’s get you out of here.” His deep voice rumbled through his chest, reverberating through her even as his strong arms held her tight. “Is the house going to burn down?”
She shook her head and then mentally chastised herself. He couldn’t see her through all the smoke. “No, only the roast and my sense of self-worth has suffered.”
He didn’t laugh openly, but it rumbled in his chest in a way that put her at ease.
“Come on, Jacob,” he called to her brother. “We’ve much to discuss.”
Daffy knew that she should demand he put her down, insist he tell her who he was and why he had barged into their home uninvited. But as he cradled her, for just a moment, she closed her eyes and leaned her full weight into his strong arms. She was tired.
How did Violette carry her burdens so effortlessly? She’d grown to appreciate her sister’s efforts these past weeks a great deal.
As they made their way down the hall, the smoke cleared and Daffy looked up to the man who carried her. Her eyes widened as she assessed his features. She noted his strong jaw first, a day’s growth of beard making it appear rough and masculine. His eyes were a distinctive shade of blue, dark and stormy that only added to the air of mystery about him. Dark hair curled about his collar and ears, and she wished to reach up and touch it. Highly inappropriate, she knew, but then again, he was carrying her.
“Where is the nearest sitting room?” He looked down at her then and her breath stopped. Though his nose was slightly crooked, as though it had been broken, he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
She reminded herself to breathe as she tried to speak, but no words came out.
“The only one we use is upstairs and to the right.” Jacob called behind her.
“Why is that the only one you use?” the man looked about their townhouse. She could see him noting the blank walls, the dirty lights.
“Of all the questions you could be asking, that seems the least important.” Daffy tried to sit up a little in his arms, suddenly feeling at a disadvantage.
“Quite right, my little Petal.” He tightened his arms, looked down at her, and gave her a breathtaking grin. It was full of mischief, the kind she hadn’t experienced in ages. Life had become so serious of late.
She raised her brows. “I am capable of walking now, thank you.”
His grin only widened as he leaned down and whispered close to her ear. “But I like carrying you.” His breath tickled her skin, causing the hair on her neck to stand on end.
“You’re a rogue, sir,” she replied, softly so that Jacob couldn’t hear. She didn’t want to alarm him as he trailed just behind.
“Guilty,” he replied. “But on my honor I am only here to help you.”
She had no choice but to place her hands on his shoulders and pull herself up so that she wasn’t quite so vulnerable. “The honor of a rogue?”
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Rex pushed down another chuckle. He would not laugh again out of respect, but honestly, this had been the most eventful meeting with a woman in his entire life. And that included that belly dancer he’d met in a port in Spain. First of all, Daffodil was everything and nothing that he thought she’d be. He’d heard of her beauty and she didn’t disappoint. Dark hair and eyes, with delicate features that called to everything male in him, and a body made for sin. Though he hadn’t actually seen her figure, he could feel it pressed up against him.
In fact, as she pulled herself to sitting in his arms, her rather large breasts pushed into his chest. They were…glorious. She wasn’t wearing a corset, one of his many questions was why a lady wasn’t wearing such a garment, but unfortunately he didn’t know if he could ask. At least not yet.
What he hadn’t expected was for her to be funny, quite charming really. Most beautiful women he met didn’t take the time to develop any actual personality. They were too busy admiring themselves in some form or another.
Her full pink lips pursed together as her eyes narrowed. It only added to rather than detracted from her beauty. “Put me down.”
He ignored her, hiding his grin. He’d knocked on the front door of the Chase townhouse for several minutes before he’d realized it was open. The moment he walked in, he could smell the smoke. It hadn’t taken long to follow the scent to the kitchen. “I’ve been tasked with safely delivering you to the Duke of Waverly and I take my duties very seriously.”
“I beg your pardon.” She sat up straighter and her chest pushed further into his even as her behind wiggled against his hand. Hellfire, not even a saint could withstand the assault. He tried to remember a woman who’d felt better in his arms but he was having trouble remembering…well any of them, really. “The Duke of Waverly sent you? Why?”
“He is marrying your sister. I am to deliver you to the wedding.” He answered simply.
Those beautiful brown eyes widened and her lush lips fell open. “Marrying a duke?” Then she blinked several times before a tear slid down her cheek. “Stop,” she said suddenly.
He halted his brow scrunching as he looked at her. Why had they stopped? Why was she crying? Why had she been cooking, how had she burned it so completely, and why wasn’t she wearing a corset? Was she always this interesting or was this a unique situa
tion? He gave his head a little shake to rid it of the list of questions that threatened to send his mind reeling out of control. “Why?”
“You’ve gone past our sitting room,” she answered looking to a door just behind him.
“Is it the only one? The house appears large enough to hold multiple.” He simply had to let one question out and it seemed the safest though he likely already knew the answer. He knew Daffodil’s sister had been actively seeking a match because their financial situation was desperate. But this bad?
She looked down then nibbling on her lip. He wanted to nibble it too. “It’s the only we’ve kept in good enough nick for guests.”
A little pang made his chest tighten. He turned and entered the sitting room. He was not looking forward to setting her down. “Of course, Petal, my apologies.”
She let out a little huff, her sweet breath blowing across his face. “I am Lady Daffodil to you, sir, whoever you are.”
He couldn’t hold back the grin this time. “Lord Casterly, if we’re going to be formal.”
She paled and he watched her swallow. “My apologies, my lord. I did not mean to be…” her voice trailed off.
“Impertinent?” he asked, unable to help himself.
She clicked her tongue, eyes darting back up to his. “One of us is impertinent.”
He full-out laughed. “Well played.” Reluctantly he set her on her feet but he kept his hands at her waist. He liked them there and, honestly, after the coughing she’d done, he was worried.
Her hands were still at his shoulders and she tilted her head up to look in his eyes. With her face tilted up to his, he had the mad desire to kiss her. “My sister. Is she all right? Is she excited about the match?”
Rex blinked. He did not lower his head as he wanted to, but he did tighten his hands at her waist. “She is very happy. They make a wonderful couple.”
Her breath fluttered in her chest and then she lowered her forehead to his shoulder, her breathing raged. He didn’t understand her reaction, another question he’d like to ask. “Did you hear that Jacob? Happy with a duke.”
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