The Captain of All Pleasures (Sutherland Brothers #1)(60)
Author: Kresley Cole

Dazed. She lay limp, and at last opened her eyes. His breathing was harried, and the look he gave her told her he’d enjoyed that as much as she.

He granted her no time to recover, to understand all that had just happened, before he placed her on his rod and rocked into her in one swift motion. She moaned in bliss. She wouldn’t have thought she could feel it again so soon, but he knew what she wanted, what she needed.

“Derek. Yes!” The tightening in her body began once more, the pressure within her gathering frantically to explode. With his next raging thrust, it took her. He stifled her cries with his lips on hers.

Before she’d stopped squeezing around him, he reached forward and yanked her bonds free. Then, easing out of her, he turned her over, pulling at her hips until she was on hands and knees, forcing her legs wider. What was he doing? Why would he—

He spread her private flesh with his fingers, baring her to him. No! This wasn’t right. She’d never felt more exposed. But dark urges gripped her. She wanted to be vulnerable, to put herself in his control.

Then he kissed her inside. She was lost . She quivered, moaning, arching her back and moving her knees farther apart. He placed his hand under her, between her br**sts, and ran it down her body until he cupped where his mouth had been, delving a thumb into her. He was wicked. He’d made her that way as well—too far gone to save. Just as she felt herself completely let go, he slammed that heavy rod into her.

“So tight. Wet,” he growled. His big hands grasped her waist, forcing her along his length. Her back arched when he kneaded her backside.

“Yes, Nicole push back. Come to me.”

His words made her moan. He tugged on her hair, forcing her up against his chest, still plunging into her from below. Now his hands roamed over the front of her body, thumbing her ni**les, making her gasp. “Derek, please. Please ” she begged, but didn’t know for what.

Her br**sts shook with each wild thrust, and he cupped them, covering them completely, pulling on them to bring her closer. To bring her ear to his lips, where he rasped, “You’re mine. Mine!”

His hand glided down to press two blunt fingertips to her small bud of flesh. He moved it up and down, firmly, up and down faster, while taking her from behind with fierce, powerful strokes.

“Derek! Now I’m going to—” She clamped around him, rippling on and on as the climax took her, collapsing forward, muffling her agonized cries into the pillow. He pounded into her unmercifully, making the pleasure border on pain as she continued to convulse around him. With a brutal groan, he wrenched her hips against him one last time as his seed shot into her, filling her with heat.

Through an unspoken truce, they never mentioned her leaving or the event that led up to it. She believed Derek had made things even in his mind when she came back to him.

In that first night, he made love to her endlessly. In fact, they didn’t venture from his cabin for four days, as his body tutored hers in all the different ways they could pleasure each other.

Eventually he had to leave the ship to arrange his cargo for the voyage back, but when he returned, he looked at her as if he hadn’t seen her in days. While he was gone, she worked with the new paint supplies he’d thoughtfully brought her, mainly altering the erratic flow of the scene she’d created on the cabin walls.

Even so, she grew restless at being confined, especially during his absences. Just when she was about to say something, he informed her, “We’re going out tonight.”

She paused, her face showing her indecision. “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” she said, remembering the men gaping at her unconventional attire when she’d left before.

“Why not? I can sense you’re restless.”

She knew she looked openly surprised. She hadn’t thought he’d noticed. Then she frowned. “Any clothes I’d wear off the ship were aboard the Bella Nicola.”

He smiled down at her. “Let me take care of that,” he said. With an assessing eye, he looked her over, then placed his hands around her waist. His voice had a husky quality when he said, “I’ll be back by eight.”

That afternoon, two boxes were delivered to the ship. She opened the first in wild excitement, then froze. Inside were three of the most beautiful dresses she’d ever seen. He’d picked deep colors and clean styles; she would have chosen them for herself. She held up a rich blue watered silk and hung it out for tonight. Simply looking at it, she could see that it would fit.

In the second box, she found a circle of soap in her favorite scent, matching slippers and small cloth boots for all three dresses, and even all the foundation accessories necessary for wearing them. While she bathed, she thought of her gifts and marveled that Sutherland—Derek, she corrected herself—that Derek had remembered she liked the fragrance of almond oil.

After her bath, she combed her hair until dry and twisted it up in an elaborate knot, allowing a few loose curls to frame her face. Before dressing, she stepped in front of the mirror, and her eyes widened at the reflection. She looked fuller. More busty even. She noted happily that the flare of her backside, the only part of her figure she’d never despaired over, was more pronounced.

She enjoyed an awareness of parts of her body she’d once thought hopeless. Now, as she spun in front of the glass, she liked flaunting her new figure. She wanted to show off those features that Suther—that Derek lavished praise on each night. After she dressed, she gazed one last time at her reflection and recognized that she carried herself much as the old headmistress had tried for months to instill in her.

When he arrived to escort her, his first reaction was to suck in a shallow breath. She panicked. Years of feeling scrawny and ungainly made her lose some of her new confidence. Although Derek made her feel beautiful, she remembered a time when she’d hated her looks.

He was silent until at last he bent down to her ear and murmured in a low, rumbling tone, “You are stunning, Nicole.” Tears pricked her eyes, and she smiled to mask her reaction.

He answered with a devilish one of his own. “Even more so when you smile, love.”

His open praise unsettled her, and she looked away. Some of the crew jumped back to work with smiles on their faces. Embarrassed, she changed the subject. “I know of a place we can eat, if you like.” Then, feeling the soft night air rolling off the high tide, she suggested in a more casual tone that they walk.

He grinned and bowed. “Lead the way, sweet. I forget I’m not showing you a new town.”

She smiled as they descended the gangway together and started walking, but after several steps, she realized he’d lagged behind. He stood there watching her.

“What? Is something wrong?” she squealed, checking her skirts.

His lips tugged up in a grin. “I’ve never seen you walk at length on land.”