me?” She shivered. His eyebrows knotted. “Any other pirate might.” Killian stalked toward her and braced his hand on the beam above her head. The spicy scent of his cologne enveloped her. “I’m not like any other pirate.”
Killian read her fear and the undercurrent of interest. Most women would’ve demanded to be set free or at least pitched a fit. Not Sarah. She’d tried to run once, but the encounter with the crew must’ve scared her. She stood quietly and picked at the lace of her dress. The garment bunched beneath her breasts, giving him a stunning view of her cleavage. For an afternoon stroll, the dress would’ve been fine. For a night on the water, the flimsy lace and satin wasn’t going to be enough. Where was her coat? He glanced around the cabin long enough to spot one of his overcoats. He picked up the coat then draped it around her shoulders. “Thank you.” She didn’t look him in the eye. “Maybe it’s better this way. I assumed you knew who I was.” “Are you trying to bargain with me?” He couldn’t help but bait her. He curled his fingers under her chin and tipped her gaze. “Love, I don’t persuade easily, even if I do know who you are.” Sarah finally smiled. A wicked glint sparkled in her green eyes. “I got the feeling you almost knew what you were doing.” “Excuse me?” Killian kept his feelings in check. She wanted to spar? They’d spar. Part of him wanted to be cross with her. The rest of him enjoyed the exchange. “If you truly knew who I was, then I could suspect you of colluding with my father to bring me home. Or, you saw the lame brain man I’m being forced to marry and you’ve decided to put a halt to the nuptials.” Did she think she had him because she’d used large words? He might have been a man of the sea, but he wasn’t uneducated. She did have his full attention. Marry a lame brain? Not if he had any say in the matter. Christ. He almost sounded like he cared. Did he? She was just his captive. Killian tugged the coat tighter around her small frame. “Miss Moyer, I do know who you are, but I don’t know of your father’s motives. Allowing your daughter to wed a man beneath her is truly ridiculous.” Unless the man in question was Killian. Then he’d change the rules. “My reasons for taking you are purely selfish. I saw something I wanted and I took it…er…you.” “And my jewelry?” “Is still on the other boat and of little consequence. Why have fool’s gold when you can possess the real thing?” Her mouth opened and closed, but she said nothing. A deep blush crept down her cheeks and her throat to the neckline of her gown. “I stopped at Southampton for supplies and a rest. The moment I saw you, I wanted you.” He met her bewildered gaze. “A pirate’s life can be boring. You opened my eyes to a new world.” He sounded love-crazed and didn’t care. “You want to ruin me,” she whispered. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. “And what if I do?” He crowded her again. This time he pressed his hips to hers, showing her exactly how much he longed for her. “Would it be so bad to be ruined by a pirate?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. Instead, he crushed his mouth onto hers and tasted her sweetness. Sarah didn’t fight him. She tensed for a moment then wound her arms around his waist. She held onto him tightly. When she whimpered, he swallowed the noise. A man could become addicted to her kisses. He nibbled his way from her lips across her cheek to her ear. He longed to rip the dress from her body and taste every bit of her. Was she wet for him? Hungering for him the way he needed her? His cock throbbed, and he wished the clothing between them would disappear. “Killian,” she gasped. He nipped her throat. “Right here.” And on the edge of taking her against the wall. “We can’t do this.” She nudged him away and yanked the coat closed. “I shouldn’t.” “Kiss me?” He licked his