Lunette sighed as they arrived back on board their ship and she looked back at Tortucana. They had been there for nearly a week's time and in that time she had gotten to see her father only twice and Jim had continued working. He was there for meals, but then, one over he disappeared and did not return until the next time to eat or to rest at either the brothel or ship. She eased onto the deck and her head rose to look once more at the city and her heart began to pound. The crewmen had begun early, so it was nearly time for the launch and her eyes found him.
Long John Silver. He stood among the crowds and she saw him wink at her, she knew she could not wave to him. And her hands tightened around the edge she stood before. He watched her as the ship eased out of it finger on the dock and she heard Jim behind her, "Lunette, you should head below." She shook her head. "No, I will be staying upon the deck for this launch." And he frowned at her defiance until his eyes followed hers and he saw what she did. He looked back at her, saw her knuckles turn white from the hard pressure she had put on them and she did not move from her spot. He walked away and began shouting his orders to the crewmen to take them away.
And Lunette watched until she could no longer see her father. Until she felt the sorrow of leaving even though she knew she would see him again. And finally she turned away. She was alone again. She headed for the captain's quarters and heard Jim's voice, "Miss Silver," he called. She paused and her eyes went wide when suddenly the ship moved. The ship teetered for a moment and she was caught off guard. Jim was flung down the stairs, and the door snapped shut behind him, and they toppled into the captain's quarters. They fell against the captain's charter table and he scrambled to get off of her. "I'm so-sorry-" He stammered and she took her chance then to pull away from him. He was nearly evening for them, she should be heading to bed soon. And she went to turn away without a word until she remembered what Roseasce had requested of her. "Would you like to join me in my quarters?"
"Ms. Silver," he began, and he paused seeing her delicate blush. She was blushing, but she said, "Please Lieutenant Hawkins." He always used such formalities when he was trying to gain the upper hand. "Ms. Silver you are a rather poised woman," he began. He pulled out of her touch, "I have been with men before Lieutenant, but much like yourself I do not have the time to be so wanton." Her eyes met his as she held herself high, "I would like a straight answer." And he stepped closer to her. He saw her eyes were dark with seduction, but he saw that loneliness her eyes always held, and he pulled her to him, he backed her into that table and he kissed her. He wanted to erase that loneliness. He kissed her deep, possessively and she responded just the same. Her teeth nipped at his bottom lip and his hands grasped her tucked in waist and pulled her up onto the table. He pulled away and saw her pull her skirts up to reveal a stocking clad leg, the stocking held up by none other than a simple garter clasp.
Jim felt his breath leave him as her gaze challenged him. And he pulled her leg up until she laid back upon the table and he ran his face against her smooth leg, his head lowered just enough for him to smooth his face against her garter. His teeth traced the garter clasp and she gasped as he nipped at the sensitive flesh of her thigh. Her fingers traced into his hair and her fingertips massaged into his scalp. Her touch sent tremors of pleasure throughout his neck and shoulders. His hand rose and his fingers skimmed the line of her underwear that just barely peeked out from underneath her skirts that had begun to pool around her waist. And he heard her gasp in anticipation. His eyes slipped shut and he felt her pause underneath his touch. It was a mistake, he shouldn't be doing this with her. Her back arched and he pulled he closer to him as he leaned up to press a chaste kiss to her forehead, holding her against him while he pulled his touch away, "Lunette, this must stop," he said. Her eyes met his as he reared away from her and she bit into her bottom lip, to stop herself from saying no.
He pulled back and covered his face with his hands. How long had it been that she allowed herself to indulge in a man's touch? He jumped underneath her touch when she suddenly touched him, she knew he was not used to a woman not listening to him. After all, most of the women he had been with were perfectly fine when told what to do, they did not have to suffer the penetration of a man's shaft. His hands moved to push her off of him, so she would feel what affect she had, had on him. He wanted to hide how hard she had made him, but he faltered as her hands pulled him down to kiss her. Full and inviting, she licked his opened lips as he protested and she took what she wanted from him. She was greedy as she cupped his face with her hands and gently touched her tongue to his. And before he could respond she pulled away. She pulled away from him, pulling back into her pristine, collected self. She turned away from him, sitting at the edge of the table. "Thank you," was all she said before she rose and went to the bedroom. He merely gaped at her as she disappeared behind the closed door.
Damn it to hell! He slammed his hands onto the table and would've yelled out loud. Damn him! Damn her for being so, so, very perfect and his match in every way! He ran his hands do his face and sat up to leave the cabin. As he did he came face to face with Amelia and she arched a smart brow. "How noble of you," she said quietly as she eased past him, and into her charter room. Jim caught Amelia's shoulder and he warned, "Do not touch her." Amelia arched a brow. "And if she wishes to relieve herself with me? What then?" she challenged. "Amelia," he forewarned and she interrupted him. "When are you going to allow yourself to be selfish? She practically threw herself at you and you are pushing her away?" Jim's eyes hardened and he knew then that Amelia was not kidding. He groused back into the cabin and Amelia smiled as he walked briskly over to the bedroom. He entered without knocking and Amelia's ears perked when she heard Lunette squeal. She slipped her cabin door shut and walked into the charter room to enjoy the rest of her evening.
Lunette whipped around and saw Jim standing there, staring intently at her. She squealed and his eyes went wide. "Lord and heavens above don't scare me like that!" she exclaimed. Jim caught her and pulled her up to him, kissing her roughly. Lunette's eyes widened before she responded to him. She moaned into him before he backed her into the bed and held her there. He was cupping her face as he pulled away and she wanted more. And as she leaned up to have another kiss he stopped her. She looked at him and arched a brow. He knew she did not learn her kills overnight, but she was being too forthcoming. "I am only going to say this once," he began, "who put you up to this?" Lunette's eyes widened. She slicked her hair over her shoulder. "Do not lie to me," he growled. "Roseace," she said simply, "she requested me to seduce you." His eyes widened at her truthfulness. Her head tilted to one side as she asked, "Does this happen often?" He eased away from her and took a seat on the edge of the tub across from her. He looked away from her and said, "I do not lose control this way." She said, "You were rather in control."
"I thought I had been until Amelia stated something very clearly," he groused. "And that was?" He looked back at her with dark eyes. "She said I should learn to be selfish," he said. Lunette felt her heart began beating all too quickly once more. She stood and he took a small step away from him. "I am a willing woman. Not a woman you have paid to be with," she said. Her hand caught his chin and forced him to look at her as she leaned up to place a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Do you wish to be selfish this evening?" she pondered. When he did not respond quickly enough she pulled away and turned to go to the door. "Jim, if you feel such guilt for being attracted to a woman. I need you to leave," she said as she opened the bedroom door.
He walked to her and said, "If I do this I will not stay bed with you." Her eyes glittered with excitement. And she countered, "Whoever said what happens has to be in a bed?" she teased. His eyes widened at her and she smiled wickedly as she slipped the door shut once more. She stepped up to him and before she pulled him down to kiss her, she said, "You have far too many clothes on Jim." Excitement hit her hard when he reached up to unbutton his coat and set it on the vanity. He began to un-tuck his shirt before her hands stopped him. "Please. Allow me." She unbuttoned his shirt and as she did so she kissed a path down his collarbone and into his chest before she unbuttoned all of them and pulled it away from him. She splayed her petite hands across his chest and his hands touched hers. He kissed her petite fingers and whispered, "Turn around." She smiled for him and his fingers made quick work of her ties and her shirt, before his hands reached around her to unbutton the masculine pants she had worn.
And he pulled her back against him after her undergarments had left her as well. Her bared back touched his chest and his hands cupped her breasts, molding them as he kissed her neck, spreading tremors through her body. His hands trailed down until one hand slipped to the junction between her legs and his fingers slipped across her nether lips. A gasp fell past her lips. "Jim." Her back arched, as she felt his fingers move. She covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes screwed shut as he toyed with her. "Do you hear how wet you are?" She felt herself shudder at his words, and then his fingers scissors to where she could hear her lips smack together. She shuddered, "Only you do this to me Jim," she admitted. He pulled her around to face him and he kissed her, before he pulled away and saw a crooked happy smile on her face.
He paused and she caught her hands around the nape of his neck to pull him down to her. But she paused to kiss him as she allowed her lips to touched the nape of his neck and kiss him there. He let her explore him, and he stiffened as her hands loosened his belt and she pulled. He saw her eyes widen with wonder at the sight of his scars and he felt his heart skip when she leaned in and gently kissed one of his scars that lay right over his heart. Her eyes met his through her luscious lashes and he felt his firm demeanor as it faulted when she smiled up at him. She leaned in and kissed his rib cage, while she fiddled with his slacks and quickly unzipped them, forcing them to fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and stopped her when she went to get on her knees. His strong hand caught her face, curled around her chin and his fingers traced her lips. "I do not wish for you to service me." Her eyes widened and he watched as she finally blushed. He saw her gulp and he forced her up and she saw his eyes darken. He hooked a finger around the waistband of his underwear and slipped it off.
He backed her into the bed and she paused at the edge of it, sitting just at the edge of the bed and his hand touched her thigh to have it hook over his hip. She could feel him resting just against her lips, he had not let her eyes see the actual size of him. But she knew as he rubbed himself against her, he was plenty well off. His eyes bore into her and she gasped as just his tip penetrated her, she prepared herself for all of him, but when he merely pulled back and again slipped just the tip of himself inside of her she moaned. He continued his assault on her until he traced her face and caught her jaw. "Do you want it?" She looked at him with dark sultry eyes and whispered, "Please…" He arched a brow and suddenly her eyes went wide as suddenly his hips thrust towards her and he staked his claim on her. Lunette fought back a cry of pain, as it had been so very long since she had been acquainted with a man in this manner. But as his hips moved back only to roll back into her, she melted into the pleasure.