zipped up her spine as she realized the boat was moving out into the ocean leaving Maine behind. It was at that same point she realized her wrists were bound by soft velvet lined cuffs to the sides of the bed. Her legs were spread-eagle, her ankles bound. Shit! She pulled at her bonds. There was some give but not enough for her to break free. “ This isn’t the way to treat a woman you say you want to claim.” He didn’t say anything but her heart hammered insanely in her ears as he reached over and caressed her jaw with a long hot, callused finger. He slid his digit off her jaw and drew a hearty line of fire down her neck and over the top swell of her left breast. “ Where are you taking me?” In response, he smiled warmly and she couldn’t stop the tingles of excitement shooting through her body. “ We’re going to get re-acquainted.” Re-acquainted? Sweet heavens! Guilt assaulted her when she noted the stark contrast of the white bandage wrapped against the darkly tanned flesh of his arm where she’d stabbed him. Her guilt turned to a sweet sexual awakening as his finger intimately brushed against the tip of her nipple that poked eagerly against her dress. “ What are you going to do to me?” She tried to keep her voice tough. Tried to show him his hot touch didn’t affect her but the cool knowledge in his eyes made her whimper. “ You have to ask?” “ Don’t bother. I don’t love you anymore,” she lied. “ You’d better make me believe you, Cate.” “ I won’t be claimed by your brothers or any other man.” She saw the slightest tightening of his jaw. “ How can you live with yourself, Jude? Spreading my legs like a whore for you and your brothers. Do you call that love? If you cared a little…” “ I do care,” he snapped. Anger blazed in his eyes and muscles twitched in his jaw. She’d upset him. Good. She forced herself to lower her voice. She would get better results by keeping calm and talking sweet. “ Then let me go,” she said softly. “ I won’t let you go. At least not until I give you a taste of what you’ll be missing if you decide to leave me again.” Oh! The heated arousal in his eyes ignited a fevered anticipation she knew only Jude could extinguish. Her self-control began to slip. “ I’m missing nothing,” she spat, as her anger rushed back with a vengeance. She hated that his touch made her weak. “ You shouldn’t have run, Cate,” he said. “ How’d you expect me to react? Having to be a wife to five men. And others…” He winced at her words. “The old days are gone, compliments of the terrorists. We’re going to have to get used to it.” “ I won’t get used it!” Ignoring her outburst, he whispered, “I’ve missed looking at your breasts.” An anxious shiver of delight wracked her as his hands skimmed upward to the collar of her dress. Shaky masculine fingers opened one delicate button at a time, his gaze transfixed to hers. She tried to look away but couldn’t. She wanted his hands on her flesh. He stopped unbuttoning the dress just above her belly button. “ I’ve missed touching you.” His voice sounded hoarse. “For years I thought about you. Thought about how you’d welcome me home. And now I’m going to find out…” Ripples of fire rumbled through her as he spread the material wide open, allowing her breasts to spill out to his hungry appreciative gaze. She wasn’t wearing a bra. There had been no need out here on the ocean all alone. She sucked in a breath as his work-roughened hands slid exotically over her generous mounds, cupping them, making them swell. Beautiful sensations raced through her as his rough thumbs massaged her nipples until they became stiff and the size of marbles. “ Your nipples are an enchanting color. Just like the color of sparkling pink champagne,” he whispered. He lifted a hot hand away and reached for a bottle she hadn’t noticed settled beside him on a night