Her Gentleman Pirate (High Seas & High Stakes Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

the sweet essence she possessed, he refrained. “Come, Miss Hester. Surely you do not wish to be tied up again until you succumb to my demand.”
    The look on her face said more than any words could just what he could do with his demand. What a minx. A refreshing, feisty chit. He could get used to having her about.
    She huffed out a breath of annoyance and reached for the buttons on his breeches. “Let me get a couple of things clear before I do this. Under no circumstance do I wish you to think I’m enjoying myself in the least, because I’m not. This is a vile, un-gentlemanly thing to make a woman do under the circumstances.”
    The first button popped and he swallowed. His body yearned for her. Right at this moment, it wasn’t beneath him to beg for just one touch.
    “Secondly, should I find out you’ve gone crowing on deck that you’ve made your captive demean herself so, I will cut off the appendage you’re so determined for me to see and when you least expect it. Do you understand?” Her voice was authoritative, and damn well near undid him. He loved a woman with courage.
    “I understand entirely,” he said on a gasp when she accidently grazed said appendage.
    She ripped the buttons clear apart. “Very good then. We’re in agreement.”

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    T he bravado Arabella fought hard to show was exactly that. A show. In no way was she un-rattled by what the captain was making her do. Her fingers trembled as she slipped his breeches over his bottom and down his thighs. She let out a breath when she noted the lack of drawers under his pants.
    Worse was the fact she allowed her hand to touch his skin, reveling in the warmth and smoothness begging to be stroked.
    She had to bend before him to take them to his feet and she would swear she heard him groan. She wasn’t fool enough not to know he was enjoying himself. He probably wished she would touch him, tease him into seducing her.
    Never. There was no chance of that happening, in this lifetime or the next. He may be the most handsome pirate she’d ever seen and possibly the nicest one, other than the tying up and forgetfulness with food, but that didn’t change what he’d done to her.
    “There, you’re naked. Are you happy now?” She raised her brow and tried not to notice the jutting member of his body that demanded attention. Arabella stood, hating the fact that once again the captain smelled of the sea, with a hint of brandy. His hands clenched at his side and she tore her gaze away from his body to look him in the eye. “Well?” she asked at length when he didn’t reply.
    “You’re determined to ignore me, aren’t you?” He stroked himself and Arabella didn’t know where to look or what to do.
    She walked around him not wanting him to see her mouth agape like a fish. She fiddled with the bed sheets. “Determined? I thought I was ignoring you.” Sitting on the bed, she removed her slippers and slid off her stockings. It was so lovely not having shoes on after so many days, but what she’d really love was a bath. A nice, deep, fragrant bath.
    Laying on the bed, she turned away and set herself to going to sleep. It was little use. As soon as she closed her eyes, images of his form bombarded her mind. Long, muscular thighs. An abdomen she could use to wash clothing on. Eyes that were sleepy with sin and need. His member…
    Arabella’s stomach clenched. She shouldn’t even be thinking of him in those terms. Her body was becoming a traitor. The captain was a criminal, and awful blot on society that no woman of her class would ever look at or give themselves to. Maybe the trauma of being kidnapped had damaged her mind and principles in some way.
    The bed dipped and her tension spiked. Whether in fear or trepidation she wasn’t sure. Without another word the captain settled into the bedding, seemingly content to sleep without molesting her. It was a ridiculous situation. Making out one was asleep when you knew the other was not was absurd.
    She