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Rackety Kate and the Pirates
Chapter 16
Feint and Return
The story so far:
The orgiastic battle of wills is virtually a dead-heat, Kate wins by a
gasp, but she and Jack discover their strong, possessive feelings are
mutual. Everyone finds satisfaction in their own way, such a
considerable achievement that Kate passes out in gratitude.
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Someone was stroking Kate’s hair, very gently. A woman’s voice said, “I think she’s coming ..round.”
“No,” whispered Kate. “Not yet. Please.”
The woman went on talking, but another voice rode over the top of
her, drowning her out – a deep, burnished baritone with a beguiling
lilt to it. “C’mon, pretty Kate, open your eyes.”
Kate shot upright with a gasp – and nearly tipped herself ass over elbow out of the hammock.
“Whoa!” Jack caught her shoulders and held her steady. “Welcome
back, sweetheart.” His tiger eyes danced, but he wasn’t smiling. He
looked almost…sad. He was seated in a throne-like chair, woven out of
golden cane.
Kate gripped his arm, feeling the heat of muscled flesh through the
thin fabric of his shirt. “I nearly…” She swallowed. “I don’t know how
much longer I have left.”
When Jack smoothed a hand over her hair, the sensation felt both
beloved and familiar, as if he’d been doing it for some time. Kate
found herself leaning into his touch, like a cat begging for a caress.
He pressed his lips lightly to hers. Then he kissed her eyelids, the
tip of her nose. “Look at me.”
She stared into his burning gaze, drowning. A flush stained his
cheeks above the trim beard. “What I said, before at the pool…” He came
to a dead halt, clearing his throat.
Kate could barely speak. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the
Hormone Harlots, perched on the railing of what she realized now was
the shady verandah of a palm-thatched bungalow. They appeared to be
holding their breath, their wings barely stirring in the balmy air. She
knew how they felt.
“Yes?” Her lips formed the word, but no sound came out.
“I’ve never said that to any woman, ever. Never wanted to.”
“Did you mean it?”
Some of the old arrogance resurfaced. His eyes flashed. “Bloody Jack Cavanagh doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean.”
Kate pressed closer. “Then say it again.”
Jack balked. “You first.”
“No, you.”
They glared at each other, the air vibrating with tension.
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