A PIRATE’S REVENGE
by Meg Hennessy
Secrets of the Bayous #3
Publication Date: January 25, 2016
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance
He turned toward his rescuer. “Ah, the princess pretends to sleep.”
“Sí, seems I have to sleep light these days.” She released the hammer of her pistol and hung it on her brace. “I have a magical knight. Sometimes you see him, sometimes you don’t.”
“But you did not sleep. Why?”
“Because I could not with a man in my room.” She sounded irritated, like she really had sacrificed sleep.
“For some reason, I don’t believe that was the first time you’ve had a man in your room.” He didn’t know what made him say that, except seeing her in those formfitting clothes reminded him of every time he had stood too near to her, touched her, and had to deny his feelings of wanting her. The days and nights of watching her from afar, in Cadiz, on Donato’s ship, and now here, she was the most desirable woman he’d ever seen.
“I amend, señor.” This time the princess laughed. “The first time I had a strange man in my room who was not sharing my bed.”
“You’ve had men share your bed.” He stated rather than asked because he was curious, having suspected the woman was…experienced. But hearing her say it niggled beneath his skin with just a tiny nip of jealously. To sleep in her bed, how would a man earn that right?
A smile arrested her entire beautiful face. “Again, a position you’ll never enjoy.”
He stopped walking beside her. He shouldn’t care, and knowing the Roches like he did, why would he be in the least bit curious? “Because I’m an American and you’re royalty?”
She honored his halt with a spin of her own, facing him.
“Capitán,” she began in that thick Spanish accent. “I could have any man I desire. I have been bedded by kings, princes, dukes, and marquises. Why would I choose a barbaric common American?”
Maybe it was her upturned face catching the moonlight that enticed him, or the slight curve to her lips that interested him, but it was the deep lust he saw in her eyes that made him reckless.
“Because you want to.” He snagged her wrist, twisted it behind her back and brought her flush against his chest. He could feel her breathing. Her breasts pushed against his body with every inhalation in an age-old rhythm. Her lips parted slightly. He caught the flicker of her tongue as she moistened her lips—anticipating.