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pulled his face close to hers. “I don’t know,” she said truthfully. Only time will tell me the truth. Don’t let me down. “Perhaps you’ll have to show me some milk of human kindness,” she quipped.
    His lips twisted in a smirk, and then his shoulders began to shake. “And perhaps, I’ll wring sweet cream from you.”
    Her mouth stretched into a grin, and she reached up to kiss him. She’d barely touched her lips to his when she heard the slide of the door opening.
    “They’re in here,” a man’s voice shouted. “See? He didn’t kill her.”
    The pirate sounded exasperated.
    “Evena? What are you doin’ without your suit? Do I have to go an’ kill myself a pirate?” Mary Grogan’s outraged voice preceded her into the room. A sharp grunt was followed by a low whistle. “Damn, girl. I see why you’re takin’ your time.”
    Evena looked over her pirate’s shoulder to see Mary staring at his dick. She didn’t blame her friend one bit. “Um, Mary. I’m fine. This is…” Color flooded her cheeks when she realized she didn’t know the name of the man she’d just fucked.
    “Adamarik. Call me Adam, Mary.” The pirate smiled and extended his hand.
    Mary shook her head. “Uh-uh. I know where that hand’s been. Later.” She nodded to Evena. “The women are gathered in the atrium. This one…Darak—” she said with a grimace at a man wearing a peacock blue shirt, “says his captain—the man who’s playin’ with your tit, by the way—will tell us what they’re doin’ here.”
    Evena noticed the younger man standing behind Mary for the first time. He was handsome—dark hair, blue eyes, with dimples that creased his cheeks on either side of his smile.
    Her pirate, Adam, nuzzled her neck. “I’ll be there shortly, Darak.”
    “Looks like you’ve already been, Captain.”
    Adam growled, tickling her neck.
    Evena understood Adam’s frustration. She wasn’t ready to face anyone, either. “Mary, we’ll get dressed.”
    “I’ll wait outside, and so will you.” She shoved a grinning Darak out the door.
    Once the door slid shut, Evena pushed at Adam’s broad chest until he lay flat on his back then crawled on top of him, aligning her body with his. Folding her hands on his chest, she rested her chin atop them to look into his face. “I think we missed a step or two, somewhere.”
    “Big on following the directions, are you?”
    “Yes. Sometimes.” Her face grew serious. “Don’t give me a reason to regret not killing you.”
    He snorted. “You never stood a chance. Our arms are far superior.”
    “And where is your weapon, now?” She smiled sweetly.
    He glanced at the floor toward the clothing heaped beside the bed to find his sword. He smiled, but his eyes held suspicion. “Do you really think you could take me?”
    “Let’s not find out.”
    “So, what step did I miss?” he asked, tucking a hand beneath his head. “I began my journey in the north and worked my way south. Don’t think I missed anything in between. X marked the spot—I dug for treasure.”
    “You’re a pirate.” Dropping her gaze, she combed his chest hairs with her fingers. “How do you know you arrived at the correct destination, if you didn’t start in the right place?” she asked, darting a glance at him.
    His eyes narrowed.
    “Never mind,” she said, exasperated. Funny, she’d forgotten how tree-trunk dense men could be. She pushed up, intending to get dressed.
    His hands anchored her at the waist. “If you want a kiss, why not just ask?”
    “I don’t, anymore. You can let me up.”
    “What if I ask for one?”
    “Not in the mood.”
    “You’re a stubborn wench.” His hand cupped the back of her head and forced her downward.
    She thinned her lips and scowled.
    “Then again, I could start in the south and work my way northward…”
    “For fuck’s sake.” She kissed him, intending to give him only a quick, non-passionate smack—just something to get the lummox to let go. But