Captain Of Her Heart by Barbara Devlin Page A

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    “Why did you lie?”  With a flick of his wrist, he hiked her skirt and then walked his fingers to the honey harbor at the center of her core.  When he found her warm and wet, he groaned and shifted his weight.  “Out with it.”
    “I promised Cara, and I could not break my word.”  And then she emitted an achingly sweet cry.  “I have known her since birth and you not half so long.”
    “So you acted out of loyalty?”  Summoning the expertise of a lifetime, Jason played a masterful accompaniment with his hand and mouth.  “And what of us?  Am I nothing to you?”
    “You are the captain of my heart.”  She twisted and turned to a heady mix of half-screams, moans, and sighs.  “Had we an arrangement, I should have allied myself with you.  But we have no understanding, so Cara claims my allegiance.”
    Even in the throes of passion, Lady Seymour had made a convincing argument, and he could not dispute her logic, given her strong familial ties.  The burden he had carried since discovering her betrayal seemed to vanish, and his thoughts seized on an altogether nobler goal.  “Do you remember that afternoon we spent in the drawing room of your home?”
    “Yes,” she responded on a shivery exhale.
    “Why did you encourage me?”  He played an arresting drumbeat between her thighs, urging her ever higher, as he clenched his jaw and fought the beast in his breeches.  “Were you curious?”
    “Lance did it to Cara.”  Alex whimpered and yanked his hair.  “I wanted to know you, in that way.”
    “Why?”  Now her confession was a gem not to be missed.  “Am I so special?”
    “Because you make me feel— oh , I know not how to describe it.”  Her breath hitched, when he grazed his chin to her nipple.  “My belly flutters, as if I have swallowed a swarm of butterflies, and I am warm inside, from head to toe, even when there is no fire in the hearth.  And I ache, but it is not painful.  It is a hunger, one I can neither explain nor comprehend, but I want more.”
    “And has anyone else affected you, thus?”  As he uttered the query, Jason braced for her reply.
    “Only you, Captain of my heart.  That is why I had to find you.”  She rattled the roof with an ear-splitting shriek, and he suspected she neared completion.  “I wanted to make amends, as you are everything to me.”
    “Then consider the matter closed, dearest Alex.”  With that, he manipulated the succulent flesh between her legs, faster and faster, increasing the intensity, as he covered her mouth with his.  Telltale rigidity heralded her release, even as she bit his lip, and her spectacular contractions tempted him beyond reason.  Without warning, the fully loaded cannon in his crotch fired a violent fusillade, and his gut clenched repeatedly from the force of his climax.
    For a long while, Jason simply held Alex, and she hugged him, in turn.  Apologies and explanations swirled in his brain, when it dawned on him that he had just accosted a highborn woman of character, but as he attempted to retreat, she squeezed him.
    “No.”  She nuzzled him  “Please, do not leave me, as I would savor our glorious intimacy.”
    “Enjoyed yourself, did you?”  He chuckled.
    “Yes.”  With a flirty giggle, she placed a chaste but inexpressibly tender kiss on his cheek.  “Reality is much better than my dreams or the hints and innuendos from the Brethren wives.”
    “I beg your pardon?”  Ah, it was good to have his Alex back.  “You dream of me?”
    “Oh, yes.”  She nodded.  “Every night, without fail, you visit my bed.”
    “Really?”  And there was the characteristic aggression he relished.  “What do we do in your dreams?”
    “We kiss.”  Resting her head to his chest, she grabbed his wrist and resettled his palm to her bare breast.  “And you touch me, like now.  Sometimes, you run away, but I chase you.”
    “Do I ever chase you?”  The woman could steal candy from a