Free Her Gentleman Pirate (High Seas & High Stakes Book 2) by Tamara Gill Page A

he’d ever tasted. He licked her swollen bud and she gasped, her fingers clasping his head for purchase.
    He loved her with his tongue, welcomed the rhythm she found undulating against his face. He added his hand to her lovemaking and took her with his fingers. Arabella lost all inhibitions and Stephen’s body ached with the need to have her. How he adored her reaction to him, her enjoyment as great as his own. He groaned as her body tightened and then convulsed under his touch.
    “That’s it,” he said, sucking on her hardened nub. “Come for me. Enjoy me as much as I am enjoying you.” She whimpered under him, their lovemaking climaxing to a frenzy unlike any he’d ever experienced before. Arabella called his name and she came apart in his arms.
    Stephen’s body roared with the need to have her now. He sat up and flipped her over onto her stomach, before coming down over her back licking his way up her spine as he thrust deep into her hot wet core. The delighted gasp sent shivers to wrack his body. Sweat poured over his skin.
    His release flowed through every limb, every pore before lights burst before his eyes as he came inside her. They laid like that for a while both lost in the exquisite torture that they had just endured. He slumped down next to her and pulled her against his chest, wanting her as close as he possibly could get to the woman in his arms.
    She wrapped her arms around his body. “That was amazing Stephen. I can’t imagine ever finding that with anybody else. Please tell me you do not experience this each time you lay with other women?”
    Stephen shut his eyes. Did he experience this with other women when he slept with them? Something told him deep down inside is soul he didn’t. That he’d never experienced anything so mind numbingly good in his eight and twenty years. “No. Never like this.”
    He felt rather than saw her smile against his chest. “Good.”

Chapter 7
    A rabella woke to the delicious sight of Stephen’s bottom going into his breeches as he pulled them on. She lay there silently, loving the peaceful quietness of the morning and just the two of them being alone like a married couple partaking in a holiday by the seaside.
    She shouldn’t delude herself. All of it, their time together, the enjoyment they brought to one another, wasn’t real. It wouldn’t last. How could it when she was to marry another and Stephen had plans of his own future?
    He busied himself about the room, pulling on his shirt, his boots, tying a cravat. There was no doubt she didn’t know everything about him, but given time she was sure she would find out. Not that any time was left. Tears threatened and she blinked quickly, not wanting him to see her upset.
    Not entirely certain of what he would do with her, she pushed the worrisome thoughts aside and continued to take pleasure in the view. Stephen bent over and his pants pulled tight. A smiled lifted her lips. He really was the most handsome rogue she’d ever seen.
    And he was hers to enjoy, if only for the day.
    He turned and caught her staring. A knowing eyebrow rose as he strode toward the bed. “Like what you see, Miss Hester?”
    She kneeled and let the sheet fall to the bed. He stilled, his muscles tightening as if preparing to launch and tackle her to the ground. The thought of what he did to her, the pleasure each touch wrought made the imagining longed for. “As a matter of fact I do.” She pulled him closer by the waist of his pants. “In fact, perhaps you would be inclined to forgo whatever business takes you from me and join me here for some other mutual satisfaction.”
    He chuckled, his touch idly gliding up and down her back. She shivered and let her own hand venture over his frontfalls. He cock hardened against her palm and her body warmed in response.
    “I want you, Stephen.” A muscle twitched in his jaw before, without any notice, he flipped her onto her back, came down on top of her and ground himself against her.