His hand continues to tease my tit while his other hand braces my head, lifting my weight off his lap as he slides his body out from under mine. Then he lays me gently on the blanket and stretches his incredible body next to me.
Leaning on his elbow, he continues to move his fingers with a touch as light as a feather over my skin. The softness has an incredible effect. My skin comes alive, and I feel nothing but desire for this man.
I open my eyes and reach up to touch him. He lowers his face, allowing my hand to cup it. As soon as contact is made, an overwhelming feeling of belonging washes over me, and despite the way, I became his, I know I am. I stroke his cheek, enjoying the rugged stubble, countering the tickling of his caress.
His eyes meet mine, and my soul reads his soul's message. He is never letting me go. Not because he's a pirate, not because he's a dominant, but because his heart belongs to me.
I wrap my hand in his gorgeous thick hair and pull his head down, needing his lips to kiss me. He allows me to bring him in, but he doesn't kiss my lips. He suckles my tits, making me moan, owning that I'm a woman wanting more.
As my back arches enjoying his attention, I see him rushing toward me on the deck of the yacht and know he was a hero coming in hot and not a pirate coming in cold.
10
Gabriel
Her moans have the effect of a song of sirens over me. My promise to play with her beautiful tits to distract the hell out of her is backfiring on me. It was said in anger to torture her as payback to teach her lesson. I don’t get even. I get ahead. But the more she moans to express her enjoyment, the more I want to please her, not punish her.
My tongue rolls her taut tip around and around, then flicks it, then sucks it. Her moans are growing more profound, and her body is beginning to move under me. Squirming with each sensuous sensory overload.
Her hands begin to move along my body, wanting to give me pleasure, asking me to give her more than my mouth, needing me to satisfy the growing ache inside her. But now is not the time. Now is not the place. This is just a promise that if she’s obedient, this is what being mine will bring.
I lift my face from her breasts and look at her. Her eyes are hooded and partially rolled back in her head. Her jaw is slack, and her mouth hangs open with her lips forming a perfect O. My cock thumps despite my knowing I’m not taking this any further right now.
“We need to go.”
Her hands pause, listening, then they try to keep me close, but I stand and offer my hand to help her up.
Her face is so beautiful, staring up at me with that wanton expression, not wanting to go, but she takes my hand and stands. I position her where I want her, then take the basket and hand it to her. She hooks it on her arm as I take the blanket by the corner and lift it, shaking it up and down, letting the breeze blow the sand off. Then I roll it up and reach for the basket. We stroll back to the jeep, letting her pick her way along the ground.
At the jeep, I toss the blanket in, place the basket on top, and look back at her. Her eyes are homed in on my ass, and she is totally drooling over it.
I pick her up and put her in the jeep. Her eyes are glued to me as I walk around and climb in. I tell her as I put the key in the ignition. “Put your top on. I don’t need the distraction on this next leg of our trip.”
She takes her top off the dash and hides her secret weapon from my eyes.
Marie
God! This man is … all fucking man! I shift in the seat to watch him drive. His fingers are long and strong but have such a delicate, light touch. The way he handles the steering wheel is sexy as fuck, and my skin tingles where they touched me. His arms are powerful with thick veins, and I lick my lips, trying not to show him how turned on I still am. But damn, the ache inside is not going away anytime soon.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask.
“My place.”
“I need some clothes.”
“No, you don’t.”
I look at him. “I’m going to wear my swimsuit everywhere?”
“Not everywhere. My place.”
“May I wear your clothes?”
He laughs, “Sure.”
I look out the window, thinking about that. “So, what kind of place do you have?”
“You’ll see.”
We drive a few minutes, and curiosity gets the better of me. “What’s going to happen to the other girls?”
“I won’t discuss that with you.”
“Why not?”
He glances at me. “No.”
“You don’t know?”
“I know. You don’t need to know.”
“Why not?”
“Marie,” He raises an eyebrow, warning me to back off.
“Just answer me this one question, and I’ll let it go. What happens if their family can’t pay the ransom?” I ask.
He frowns but doesn’t look at me and doesn’t answer as he turns down an unmarked path and shifts the jeep into four-wheel drive to climb up the side of the mountain. The going is slow and scary. The ledge we are on is just big enough for one vehicle. I try not to think about the danger and just enjoy the view. It’s even more spectacular from up here.
He pulls the jeep into a small cove cut out in the side of the mountain, where a small house has been built, shifts into Park, turns to look at me, and answers, “They aren’t ransomed.”
My mouth drops open,” None of them?”
He nods.
I stare at him as comprehension settles over me, but I have to hear him say it. “Why are they kidnapped then?”
He looks at me, and although he said I don’t need to know, he knows I can’t let it go. “They are sold.” He admits.
Gabriel
The horror of my words hit her hard, and she stares at me like I’m the devil incarnate. “You’re not kidnapping for ransom? You’re a human trafficker?”
At that moment, I realize that if I let her believe that about me for one second, my image in her eyes, even when she discovers the entire truth later, will never recover from the damage done right now. She is never going to forget this moment, and I have to make a decision. Confess my undercover status and risk being exposed, which if I’m discovered will mean a tortured death or lose Marie forever.
It’s an easy decision. One, fifteen hours ago, I would never have believed I would make.
“My name is Gabriel Managus.”
She blinks, trying to hear what I’m saying through the bomb that exploded in her mind.
“I’m an undercover DEA agent. Let’s go inside, and I’ll explain what I can.”
She nods, but as I walk around the jeep to get her, she begins to sob. I open the door, and she falls into my arms. I carry her inside as her body racks with the pain of what this means.
11
Meanwhile, in-flight with thirty minutes to touchdown in the Virgin Islands …
Crockett
Zane calls in.
I turn to Cash, “It’s our FBI guy.” Then I walk to the back for privacy. Nina follows with a pair of earbuds for us to share.
“Zane. You have me and Nina. What did you learn?”