Satisfaction Guaranteed (16 page)

Sabrina made a soft humming sound, and he watched her face flush with pleasure. He stroked in and out with leisurely movements, careful to keep most of his weight balanced on his arms and knees. He didn't plan to finish this way, and not yet, but preparing her for what he wanted to do to her meant keeping her relaxed, open, sexually attuned to him. "Like me fucking you?" he asked her in a conversational tone.

"Very much." She smiled like a cat in cream, and Kane felt her vaginal walls tighten around his shaft.

"You're going to love taking my cock in your ass," he
said, thrusting deeper. Her inner muscles clenched harder at his explicit words. "You'll feel so stretched, so filled. And it will hurt, just a little. It'll hurt just right, the way you like it. The way you want it. I'll make you ready for it, and I'll make you feel so good while I'm pushing my big cock into that tight little hole. I'll stroke your pussy and rub your clit while I fuck your ass. You'll be squirming and making those little gasping sounds because it all feels so good and you love getting it two ways at once, by one man who knows what you like."

"Kane." Her eyes were glazed and glassy, her breathing accelerated with arousal. "And you complain about my mouth. You make it sound so damn hot. You make me hot talking like that."

"Anticipation is key." He thrust a little harder into her and then stopped, enjoying the feel of her tight sheath clasping his cock from head to base, her body under his and open to him. His to take. "I want you thinking about it. Wondering. Wanting it. When I take you like that, you need to be very ready. And you need to trust me to make you feel good."

"You do know what you're doing with your love gun." Sabrina gave him a wicked look from under her lashes. "You're making me feel very good right now."

"Love gun?" He pulled out of her, and she reached for him.

"Hey! I take it back."

"You wish you could take it back between your legs, but no more for you for now."

"Why? Because I made a stupid joke? You're punishing me?" She stared at him in open disbelief.

"No, because you were very tight the first time and we didn't go gently. You need recovery time. And if I don't stop now, I'll be tempted to keep going." He tried hard not to laugh at the look on her face or her accusation. "I won't punish you by withholding sex. That would kind of go against our purpose here."

Kane eased himself off her to lie beside her. He settled his hand on her belly and rubbed in gentle circles, soothing her.

Sabrina shot him dark looks and grumbled under her breath before saying, "I am not a child."

"That's obvious." Kane palmed one breast and squeezed gently. She looked slightly mollified. But she still had complaints.

"I can't believe you decided to stop. I would have told you if it was getting uncomfortable."

"No, you wouldn't have." Kane stroked his hand over her rib cage and down to cup her hip. "You would have kept going, riding the mattress while I rode you until you had another orgasm. Then later on you'd feel it."

He felt certain to his bones that she would've done exactly that and been sore afterward. He wanted to ravish her and cherish her at the same time, and neither desire felt in conflict. By the rules of their game, she was his to care for the same way she was his to take. His X-rated pirate treasure. Kane wanted to hoard her as much as he wanted to spend her, and the weekend allowed ample time for both.

A shower would help ease any sore muscles she might have from their vigorous activity, and then he'd find her some clothes to wear. Her jeans wouldn't feel very comfortable without underwear. He didn't want her chafing in sensitive
places. And he really didn't like the thought of taking her out with nothing but Sabrina under her coat. He didn't want any accidental flashes of skin where any eyes but his could see. He also didn't want her to be cold or uncomfortable.

It occurred to him that he was thinking about his little sex kitten a shade too intimately.
Research
, he reminded himself.
Focus
.

"Come on." Kane stood up and took Sabrina's hands to pull her to her feet. "Shower time. I'll find some sweats for you to borrow, and then we'll go get a cheeseburger."

"Mmm, cheeseburgers. My mouth is watering," she said. "Can we skip the shower and just eat?"

"No." Kane pulled her body against his and kissed her hard on the lips. "You'll feel all sticky if you don't shower, and then I'll have to watch you squirming around in your seat instead of relaxing and enjoying your food. And I'll feel guilty because I'll know it's my fault your thighs are sticky."

"Okay. I don't want you feeling guilty. I'm still feeling grateful."

Sabrina kissed him back with enough intensity to make up for the brevity. She tasted sweet and eager, and she went to his head faster than whiskey. Kane ended the kiss and set her apart from him. "Go shower. I'll bring your clothes in."

Sabrina nodded and padded off, barefoot and naked, her heart-shaped ass swaying enticingly as she walked. Kane admired the view until she was out of sight and then went to search out clothes for her.

Sabrina stepped into the shower cubicle and turned it on just long enough to get wet. She'd spent enough time around boats to know the importance of conserving the
water supply. With the water shut off again, she picked up the bar of soap that sat in the shower caddy and sniffed. Citrus.

She was hit with the memory of breathing a hint of this clean scent on Kane's luscious, muscle-bound body and felt a little dizzy. Or maybe that was just low blood sugar from too much physical activity and not enough breakfast that morning. That was it, she decided. She needed to eat. It couldn't be anything else, because she was
not
losing her head over Kane.

The very idea unnerved her and lent speed to her motions. She lathered herself with citrus foam in record time. A quick rinse and she was done. When she stepped back out of the shower, she found a neatly folded pile of clothes waiting for her. Kane had slipped in and out without disturbing her.

She felt briefly miffed that he hadn't even tried to cop a soap-slippery feel or offered to wash her back. Although probably he knew that would lead to more, and the more was what he was determined to hold off on while she recovered. Laughable thought. She was never going to recover. Her pirate would be indelibly imprinted on her body for the rest of her days. Not only was Kane funny and sexy, he did things to her body that should get him immortalized. He was thoughtful, too.

Sabrina picked up the briefs he'd brought her, stepped into them, and looked down, shaking her head. They were ridiculous on her. She took them off again and put on the light gray sweatpants, which weren't much better, but they had a tie at the waist she could use to bunch them up and keep them around her middle. Rolling up the cuffs made
them safe to walk in without tripping. The matching giant sweatshirt dwarfed her, but she rolled the cuffs back on that, too, and then gave herself a critical look in the mirror.

Boyfriend-wear chic? It could pass. And she did have a postcoital glow that made up for any fashion shortcomings. Her body felt loose and liquid, her skin was soft and rosy, and when she moved she felt the swing in her hips that said,
I feel sexy
.

"You're hot, babe," she informed her reflection. She fluffed her shag haircut, which lent itself nicely to that
I've just gotten out of bed, where I had the greatest sex ever
look, and went to find Kane.

It occurred to her that she'd only explored the back of his body by way of gouging him with her nails in an orgasm-induced seizure. He might be sporting a tattoo she hadn't seen yet. She had an obligation to find out if he did. If he was going to lay claim to every part of her body, including one previously untouched by man, she was damn well going to know everything about his.

The thought of thoroughly exploring all of Kane's length and breadth and width at her leisure made her dizzy again. Sabrina gave her head a hard shake to clear it just as she entered the galley and found him there.

"And what are you saying no to?" Kane asked.

"Nothing. Just trying to focus. I think I'm light-headed from lack of protein because I keep having these brief swooning fits," she informed him.

"We can fix the lack of protein, but maybe you're swooning because you've discovered the joys of older men." He stood up and came over to take her by the hand, and just that innocent touch made her knees weak.

"Older men for sure," Sabrina said, trying not to topple into him and bury her nose in his mouthwatering muscles. "Can we forget the protein and go back to bed?"

"No." Kane grinned down at her and then tugged at the waistband of her borrowed sweats. "Are you wearing underwear now?"

"No." She gave him a bright, sunny smile. "I'm too sexy for your shorts."

"Can't really argue with that." He pulled her into his side, tucking her against him. "Ready to see the outside world?"

"No, but we need to eat, and visions of cheeseburgers are dancing in my head. We'll go, we'll eat, we'll come back to play another round of the pirate and the prisoner." She ducked out of his hold and got behind him to pull up his shirt.

"Checking to see if you drew blood?" Kane asked.

"No. Well, that, too, because I really am sorry about clawing you. But mostly I wanted to find out if you had a tattoo."

She viewed his uncovered back and sucked in her breath. The man had muscles everywhere. Faint scratch lines and half-moon-shaped nail marks did decorate his back, but she was relieved to see that he wasn't actually injured. No tattoo. That disappointed her. And fed her curiosity. Why did he have the boat, the long hair, the earring, and no tattoo?

"If you're trying to find a treasure map, you're looking in the wrong place," he informed her.

"Shows what you know." Sabrina ran her hand down the line of his spine and fondled his butt. "You have buns of
steel. Your whole body is amazing. What do you do, spend three hours a day in the gym?"

"Keeping up a boat is hard work." Kane turned and caught her hands.

"Do you live on the boat?" she asked.

He paused, as if thinking over whether or not he should tell her before admitting, "Yes."

Sabrina arched her brows. "Curiouser and curiouser."

Who was Kane? She wasn't an idiot. This was a Carver yacht. Those did not come cheap, even older, previously owned models. He moored on Bainbridge, not Seattle, but there were an awful lot of people in the Greater Seattle area who'd made their money in computers and dot.coms and retired early. Was Kane one of them? The age bracket fit.

"It allows me to keep a low profile, as part of my role in the witness protection program," Kane said deadpan. "Only a post office address, a fake name, and a built-in escape plan if the Mob ever finds me. Which, unbeknownst to them, they have because their best hit woman is here, getting shagged raw by the man who turned state's evidence against a don. When they trace me through you, I'll hoist sail and escape, taking you with me as my prisoner."

"Wow." Sabrina blinked at him, awed. "Then what?"

"Then I'll have to keep you tied up and incapacitated with amazing sex day after day until I've convinced you not to kill me. A role-reversed but tastefully short of pornographic version of 'Scheherazade.' Still, can either we or our sex-addicted love survive when the Mob catches up to us?"

Sabrina giggled. "You're so good at this."

"I aim to entertain." Kane pulled her body against his
and kissed her, hard and fast. "Time to go feed you before I rip these pants off you and take you again."

She blinked and dug her hands into him to steady herself. "Yeah. Wouldn't want that."

"You want that, and you can have it. After I've fed you." Kane turned her toward the door and herded her to the deck and off the boat.

An hour and a half and one cheeseburger plus most of Kane's fries later, Sabrina had no further clues to the mystery of Kane and more questions. They were sitting side by side at an outdoor table at the restaurant they'd walked to, and she enjoyed the warmth of the pale winter sun on her face as she considered her angle of attack.

"I don't buy this witness protection explanation," she said, taking another sip of her calorie-and-fat-loaded strawberry milkshake, for once not caring that she'd have to pay for it later on the treadmill.

"Why not?"

"You have a Carver," Sabrina said, shooting him a triumphant look. "The government is not going to buy you one of those along with a new identity. Although if that's the kind of thing they do, it would explain the deficit."

"Federal funding is murky business." Kane reached for her shake. "Are you going to finish that? Some ruthless criminal stole all my French fries when I wasn't looking."

Sabrina passed him the calories. With his muscle mass, he could afford them. "You're dodging the hole in your cover story."

"In addition to being on the run from the Mob and
living a new life in the witness protection program, I won this boat in a poker game. When people get curious about me and ask what I do, I say I'm in salvage."

That sounded familiar, but she couldn't place why for a minute. Then it clicked. "You stole that from a book," she accused. "Travis McGee won
The Busted Flush
in a poker game, hence the name of the boat. And he says he's in salvage."