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don’t…”
On seeing her reaction, he realized
she wasn’t ready to hear that he had fallen in love with her. He
feared his impatience might cost him more than just the treasure
hidden in the cavern. Hoping to cover the real reason for this
visit, he replied, “I trust ye, Eileen. If anythin’ were ta happen
ta me…”
He could see her shoulders lower as
she relaxed. “Oh, I thought. Uh, yes, of course. You are my
captain, and as such I remain loyal to you.”
He gave a curt nodded. Taking
her hand, he helped her out and back down to the tavern in
Kingstown. He released her just before entering. Once inside, he
noticed Eileen take up residence near the hearth. A frown played at
his lips, one that he squelshed immediately.
A clear night, the stars were out in full. A
light breeze blew past Benedict, raising and lowering the corners
of his coat. Giving final orders and temporary command of the ship
to Smythe, he entered his cabin.
Inside, Eileen stood by the corner, staring
out the window at the dark. She had allowed her hair to cascade
around her neck and down her shoulders. The candlelight within the
cabin gave her an angelic glow. She was not wearing her usual shirt
and pants, but rather one of Benedict's white shirts that reached
down to mid-thigh. Her legs ran down from the fabric. The shirt was
larger than her frame and had slipped off one shoulder.
Upon hearing his entry, she turned and leaned
against the corner. With a mischievous look and a smirk on her
lips, Eileen's eyes locked with Benedict's. His heart pounded
faster in his chest, and he felt a rush of adrenaline. Her chest
rose and fell as she took in slow deep breaths. This was exactly
what he had desired. Not wasting any more time, he made quick
strides across the room until he was inches in front of her. He ran
the back of his hand along her cheek, down her neck and over her
bare shoulder. With just the sight of her, it took all his power to
keep himself under control. He didn’t want to hurry, but to savor
every moment.
"Captain…" she whispered to him.
"Aye…" he murmured in reply, only half
listening. He had angled his head slightly, eyes beginning to close
as he leaned in for that much-anticipated first kiss. His other
hand gently cupped the back of her head and neck. Wanting to draw
this moment out for as long as possible, he ran his lips along her
cheek, near the corner of her mouth. She opened hers in
anticipation of the kiss, but it did not come. He continued across
her neck and up to the other cheek. Her skin was soft. Her scent
was exhilarating. Her moans were thrilling.
He whispered in her ear, "Ye are my treasure." He pulled her body close, lips moving in for a
passionate kiss, when he again heard her whisper.
"Captain…"
He ignored her and continued towards his
goal, when he heard a louder male voice say, "Cap'in," followed by
a tap on the shoulder.
Anger crept in at the interruption. He was so
close. He thought perhaps if he ignored the voice. He again pulled
Eileen close, her eyes, lips and body all screaming she was ready.
As he leaned in, someone or something shook him.
"What!" he shouted. His daydream disrupted,
he looked up from his seat at the table. There stood the first
mate, and behind him, Eileen.
"Beggin' yer pardon, Cap'in. Looks like a
storm be brewin'. What'll yer orders be? Continue on course?"
Smythe asked.
With a heavy sigh, Captain Benedict looked
over at Eileen. "Aye. Maintain headin' at present."
"Aye aye, Cap'in." Smythe gave a nod and left
the cabin.
Benedict was still looking at Eileen,
remembering what would have been a pleasurable daydream, if not for
his first mate. Though she had gone ashore for those few days at
Saint Vincent Island, nothing had transpired between them. He had
even trusted her with his utmost secret, his hideaway. "Miss Davis,
sit," he said, a little more gruffly than he intended. “We need to
talk.”
With a nod, Eileen sat down. There were
strips of rumpled paper
On seeing her reaction, he realized
she wasn’t ready to hear that he had fallen in love with her. He
feared his impatience might cost him more than just the treasure
hidden in the cavern. Hoping to cover the real reason for this
visit, he replied, “I trust ye, Eileen. If anythin’ were ta happen
ta me…”
He could see her shoulders lower as
she relaxed. “Oh, I thought. Uh, yes, of course. You are my
captain, and as such I remain loyal to you.”
He gave a curt nodded. Taking
her hand, he helped her out and back down to the tavern in
Kingstown. He released her just before entering. Once inside, he
noticed Eileen take up residence near the hearth. A frown played at
his lips, one that he squelshed immediately.
A clear night, the stars were out in full. A
light breeze blew past Benedict, raising and lowering the corners
of his coat. Giving final orders and temporary command of the ship
to Smythe, he entered his cabin.
Inside, Eileen stood by the corner, staring
out the window at the dark. She had allowed her hair to cascade
around her neck and down her shoulders. The candlelight within the
cabin gave her an angelic glow. She was not wearing her usual shirt
and pants, but rather one of Benedict's white shirts that reached
down to mid-thigh. Her legs ran down from the fabric. The shirt was
larger than her frame and had slipped off one shoulder.
Upon hearing his entry, she turned and leaned
against the corner. With a mischievous look and a smirk on her
lips, Eileen's eyes locked with Benedict's. His heart pounded
faster in his chest, and he felt a rush of adrenaline. Her chest
rose and fell as she took in slow deep breaths. This was exactly
what he had desired. Not wasting any more time, he made quick
strides across the room until he was inches in front of her. He ran
the back of his hand along her cheek, down her neck and over her
bare shoulder. With just the sight of her, it took all his power to
keep himself under control. He didn’t want to hurry, but to savor
every moment.
"Captain…" she whispered to him.
"Aye…" he murmured in reply, only half
listening. He had angled his head slightly, eyes beginning to close
as he leaned in for that much-anticipated first kiss. His other
hand gently cupped the back of her head and neck. Wanting to draw
this moment out for as long as possible, he ran his lips along her
cheek, near the corner of her mouth. She opened hers in
anticipation of the kiss, but it did not come. He continued across
her neck and up to the other cheek. Her skin was soft. Her scent
was exhilarating. Her moans were thrilling.
He whispered in her ear, "Ye are my treasure." He pulled her body close, lips moving in for a
passionate kiss, when he again heard her whisper.
"Captain…"
He ignored her and continued towards his
goal, when he heard a louder male voice say, "Cap'in," followed by
a tap on the shoulder.
Anger crept in at the interruption. He was so
close. He thought perhaps if he ignored the voice. He again pulled
Eileen close, her eyes, lips and body all screaming she was ready.
As he leaned in, someone or something shook him.
"What!" he shouted. His daydream disrupted,
he looked up from his seat at the table. There stood the first
mate, and behind him, Eileen.
"Beggin' yer pardon, Cap'in. Looks like a
storm be brewin'. What'll yer orders be? Continue on course?"
Smythe asked.
With a heavy sigh, Captain Benedict looked
over at Eileen. "Aye. Maintain headin' at present."
"Aye aye, Cap'in." Smythe gave a nod and left
the cabin.
Benedict was still looking at Eileen,
remembering what would have been a pleasurable daydream, if not for
his first mate. Though she had gone ashore for those few days at
Saint Vincent Island, nothing had transpired between them. He had
even trusted her with his utmost secret, his hideaway. "Miss Davis,
sit," he said, a little more gruffly than he intended. “We need to
talk.”
With a nod, Eileen sat down. There were
strips of rumpled paper
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