Jaded Tides (The Razor's Adventures Pirate Tales) Read Online Free PDF

knew I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself, and at last, from now on, I wouldn’t have to—on land at least.
    I was no longer that girl to be seduced and persuaded with his passionate kisses until I turned to liquid in his arms. I enjoyed our sex, and even after several hours of lovemaking the night before, I wanted more. Although he’d confessed in the carriage of his lack of sleep over me, I too hadn’t slept. Not out of worry that I hadn’t pleased him, but of the hunger to please him again. His sounds and breath and the pleasure on his face were like a drug to me, and I wanted it now. I needed more of it, and I wanted him not to relay that information through his own actions, but to allow me to show him of my own volition.
    “Oh Razz!” I cried out as the cottage came into view.
    “She’s all yours, lass.”                           
    “Ours, you mean. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier little place.”                           
    The evening sun was already sitting low in the sky, and our sweet, yet slightly barren, new home glowed like a golden temple in the Caribbean twilight. It sat back in a clearing about twenty yards from shore and was supported above the sand by three feet of brick and mortar. He’d painted it white with green shutters on the windows, and it looked like a miniature of one of those fine Georgian-style mansions, complete with a wrap-around porch. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it and stumbled as I climbed into the dinghy to go ashore.
    “She needs a woman’s touch,” Rasmus said as he lifted me from the dinghy and carried me all the way to the front door.
    “Well, then we’ll have to bring Cass over here, because I have no talent for such things.” I laughed as he struggled a bit to open the door.
    “You can set me down, Razz,” I said, but didn’t mean it in the least. I loved when he lifted me like a feather, and even with my added weight and my gown, he still hardly drew a heavy breath. Not until we were inside, did he at last put me down.
    As he lit the lantern on our very own kitchen table, I walked behind him and stroked his broad back through his coat and then let my hand travel lightly over his bottom and around to his waist. He looked down at me and smiled as he blew out the match and then slipped his right arm around my waist. I wasn’t as interested in him romancing me as I was in wanting him inside of me, and that body of his pressed against mine again. I pulled away from him with a soft laugh and reached up and slid his coat away from his shoulders.
    “What spell are you spinning now, lass?” he asked as I hung his coat on a hook on the back of the door and sashayed over to him. I spread my hands out and across his waistcoat and began to unbutton it. “We’ve a lot of clothes on, little Razor. By the time ye get me out of all of this and that bushel of silk you’re wearin’, I’ll be bouncing grandchildren on my knee,” he said with a laugh and pulled me hard against him.
    “I don’t need to take off my dress,” I whispered up and into his mouth and slid my tongue over his bottom lip before pulling on his neck and kissing him the way he’d been kissing me.
    While he was distracted by my aggressive mouth, I slid my hand down over the front of his breeches and sighed when I found him completely engaged in my plot. I slid my other hand from his neck and began pulling and clawing at his buttons and unbuckling his belt, until I finally held that part of him in my hands that had given me so much pleasure and pain the night before. I wanted him, and neither his ideals of what I should be nor that bloody cumbersome gown was going to stop me.
    He moaned with pleasure, and his hands slid to my breasts as I roughly pawed at him and pushed his breeches down to his knees. I tipped him back onto the settee as if he weighed no more than a feather and continued kissing him roughly and deeply, working my