The Pirate:. Katherine Garbera

bra and drew it down her arms, exposing her breasts to his gaze. He leaned down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped as his lips closed around her flesh.

      She tasted of sweat and woman. The scents of her, the tastes of her were intoxicating and went straight to his head.

      He cupped her other breast in his hand, rotating his palm over her skin, stimulating the nipple. He felt her hands on his shoulders and then in his hair. He liked the feel of her clutching at him. Felt the rise of her passion as she held him more tightly.

      Daphne loved the feel of his stubbled jaw against her skin. She’d never felt so alive. For the first time she was making love to a man and not thinking about errands that had to be run or chores that still needed doing. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that her life wasn’t just routine anymore or if it was this man.

      His touch was electric and for the first time in ages she felt truly alive, not like she’d become zombie mom and woman. So disconnected from being alive until this moment when Laz kissed her.

      His lips on her breasts made her feel voluptuous though she wasn’t near that. Every inch of skin was sensitized and she couldn’t help moving against him. She wanted to feel his naked chest against hers. She wanted his large hands skimming over her body.

      She put her hands on his back, hating the T-shirt that was in her way; she tunneled her fingers under the cloth to touch his bare skin.

      She felt rippled flesh on his back—scarring—and she wondered what it was from. Her experienced fingers were telling her it was a burn mark. She wanted to ask him more questions about it but right now all she could think about was the pulsing ache in her center and how good his mouth felt on her nipple.

      He pulled back to look at her. His eyes were glazed over with desire and his mouth looked full and so damned tempting. She leaned up to kiss him and he bent to take her mouth. She tipped her head back as he plundered it. She felt completely conquered by him and enjoyed every second of it.

      The tepid air in the room stimulated her breasts as the moisture from his mouth dried on her. She closed her eyes because the feelings were too intense. She shouldn’t be feeling like this, not with a man who was for all intents and purposes a stranger, yet he was exactly the man she needed.

      Laz felt familiar enough that she was comfortable with his arms around her. His hands slid down her back and into the waistband of her running shorts. She felt his fingers sprawled on the full globes of her ass.

      “Damn, Daphne, why did you have to come into my life now?”

      She shook her head. “Do you want me to leave?”

      “Hell, no,” he said. “I want you naked.”

      The sounds of crewmen on deck outside reached the first-aid room and she felt scandalized at what she was doing. Not enough to stop, though.

      “I want you naked too,” she said.

      “Not yet.”

      He traced his finger over her lips. The touch made them tingle and she wasn’t sure what else she could do except suck the tip of his finger into her mouth and run her tongue around it.

      He groaned her name and that was exactly what she needed to hear to know she wasn’t alone in a one-sided passion. Despite the fact that she was the topless one, Laz was just as vulnerable as her.

      His desire for her was a powerful aphrodisiac. She pulled his finger from her mouth and put it in his own, then traced circles around both of her nipples with his damp finger. She shivered. She’d never wanted a man more than she wanted him.

      She needed to touch him and reached for his shirt again. But he shook his head.

      “Put your hands behind you and lean back,” he said.

      She shook her head but he leaned down and took her mouth with his. Rubbing his lips over hers until she forgot why she hadn’t wanted to give in to him.

      The passion he called forth so effortlessly in her was drawing her down a path that promised pleasure. He took her wrists in his hands and brought them together behind her back. Placing her palms on the flat surface of the desk, he then skimmed his hands up her arms to her shoulders.

      Every touch of his big rough palms on her skin made her squirm. She ached in her center. She was creamy and pulsing and needed his cock inside her and she needed it now.

      This was nothing at all like the polite couplings she’d had in the past. This was full-on lust and passion and it was overwhelming her, especially when Laz put his hand between her legs and rotated his palm against her mound. She clamped her legs on his hand but he still managed to move it.

      His other hand was on her breast, pinching her nipple and driving her out of her mind. “Laz…”

      He leaned down and took her mouth. His tongue slid over hers, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before biting it. She felt so vulnerable with her hands behind her back but she couldn’t move. He had leaned over her and she had to use her own arms to keep from falling back on the desk.

      Finally he wrapped one arm around her and she lifted herself into his chest. He felt…so damned good, she thought. He stepped closer until she felt his cock at the center of her aching pussy. She rotated her hips against him.

      It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm it wasn’t going to take much to send her over the edge. But she wanted…hell, she wanted Laz.

      Now.

      She clung to his shoulders with one arm and caressed his chest with her other hand. She slipped it on a path straight down his body until she found his cock waiting. He strained against her fingers. His hips jerked as she stroked him through his clothing.

      She struggled to unbutton the fastening of his jeans and moaned out loud when his cock finally came free. He continued to toy with her mouth, sucking and biting gently until she thought of nothing else but the final penetration from him.

      She needed his hot hard length inside her. She slowly lowered his zipper and found that he wore briefs. She stroked her finger around the tip of his penis, knowing from experience that the area was very sensitive.

      He pulled his mouth from hers and moved his hands between their bodies. He freed his cock. She wrapped both hands around him. He was hot and silky smooth and as she stroked her hands over his erection she felt a drip of pre-cum on the tip.

      She rubbed her finger over it, smoothing it into his cock. Rubbing one hand down his length, she reached even lower to cup his ball sack with her other hand. She liked the feel of his balls in her hands as she let her fingers roll them.

      He groaned her name and it was like nothing she’d heard before.

      He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her off the desk just high enough so he could pull her shorts and underwear down her legs. They got stuck at her knees but Laz didn’t seem to care. He just shoved his cock up tight against her pussy.

      “Damn it, woman, I have got to get inside you,” he said.

      “Yes,” she said, not objecting at all. She just wanted her pants all the way off so she could wrap her legs around him.

      She shifted her legs but it was hard to get the shorts to move.

      “What are you doing?”

      “My shorts…take them off so I can put my legs around you,” she said.

      He pushed them down and then stepped back between her legs. The feel of the tip of his naked cock at her entrance made her realize she knew little about this man. “Are you clean?”

      “Hell, yes. You?”

      “Yes,” she said.

      “Protection?” he asked.

      “Birth control.”

      “Sweet Daphne, can I come inside your body?” he asked.

      She looked up into his sea-colored eyes