Captain Of Her Heart (32 page)

“Molly is a very gentle spirit, sir.”  The stablemaster paced.  “I would not frighten her.”

“I understand.”  He envisioned his feisty Alex and thanked whatever compassionate fate had bestowed upon him a women with a hunger to match his own.

“Cap’n, just how long is long enough?”  The lad clenched and unclenched his fists.

“I would assert you have done the honorable by your new wife.”  Jason shook hands with the stablemaster.  “Go to Molly, and I bid you a pleasant evening.”

“And the same to you, sir.”  Tom turned, walked straight into a chair, and toppled to the floor.  Just as fast, he leaped to his feet.  “Right.  Goodnight, Cap’n.”

Oh, to be so young and green, again.  Jason shook his head and clucked his tongue.  Then he started, as he recalled his assignation with the woman of his dreams.  With determination and desire burning in his veins, he ran to the door, set the oak panels wide, shot down the hall, and soared up the stairs, two at a time.

Sparing nary a glance at the gallery, he navigated the passageway to the master suite and entered the sitting room.  All was quiet, when he opened the door to the inner chamber, and he was nonplussed to discover the bed empty.

“Blast, blast, blast.”  At the armoire, his wife fought a wicked battle with a diaphanous gown, which covered her head and shoulders.  Wrenching hard, she swore a blue streak that made him proud, and he clamped his mouth shut, as her unintended performance was a comedic treasure not to be missed.

Naked from the waist down, she twisted and turned, and the cleft of her bare derriere held him spellbound, as he remembered the day he claimed bottom.  After stripping his coat, waistcoat, and cravat, while he enjoyed her impromptu show, he doffed his boots.  When Alex teetered precariously, and he feared she might injure herself and the babes, he sprang into action.

With his hands on her hips, he steadied her.  “Captain Jason Collingwood, reporting for duty, my delectable wife.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Wrestling with the garment that no longer accommodated her belly, Alex almost jumped out of her skin, when her husband steadied her.  To her relief, he drew the tangled swath of silk from her head.  “Oh, Jason.  In the excitement of Molly and Tom’s wedding plans, I forgot to purchase a new nightgown for our special occasion, and nothing fits me.”

“That is all right, as I have always preferred you naked.”  With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his welcoming embrace and settled her arms about his waist.  “And given the strength of my appetite, I would have destroyed anything you had donned, so you saved us time and money, sweetheart.”

“But I did so wish to be pretty for you tonight.”  She pouted.  “As I shall finally be yours.”

“Alex, you were mine from the moment I saw you.”  His hands were everywhere, at once, awakening her desire, setting her alight, and sweeping her into a decadent storm.  “And you—pretty?  Never, as nothing so simple or tame could ever encompass your inner fire, your breathtaking beauty, or your ineffably generous nature, which I grossly underestimated.”

“Jason.”  She erupted as soon as their lips met.  Licking and nibbling his tongue, she twined her fingers in his hair and thrilled to the passion of his attack.

Delicious heat poured through her veins, searing every muscle, and charging every nerve.  A hint of derring-do, an old familiar feeling, traversed her spine and then spread, pervading every fiber of her existence.  Invested with a strength of which she had not known she possessed, Alex ripped the lawn shirt from his body, skimmed his magnificent chest, and charted a course for seduction.

Where there had been fear, now there was confidence.

Where there had been hesitation, now there was certainty.

Where there had been indecision, now there was determination.

After unhooking his waistband, she drew the most elementally male aspect of his anatomy from his breeches and worked him, hard and rough, just as he liked it.  Then she broke their kiss, bent, and took him into her mouth, and Jason lauded her efforts with a lusty groan.

Pumping and grinding his hips, he growled, and her jaw would be sore, in the morning, but she cared not, as she loved her captain.  Then she shifted her attention, just as he reached about her, to wreak sweet havoc between her legs.  As she kept rhythm with her fingers, she suckled and laved the soft pouch at the base of his length, and he hissed.  Emboldened by the power she wielded, Alex charged his field.

Over and over, she pressed on him caresses intended to entice and arouse, just as he had taught her, back in Plymouth.  But an undercurrent of contrition had tempered her enjoyment, in January, when she had gifted Jason her bride’s prize without the requisite license.  But things were different, now, and what good was the official document that bound them for eternity, if it had not granted permission for her to behave improperly with her spouse?

Ravenous with hunger only her captain could satisfy, she stood upright.  “Darling, I want you so much it hurts.”

“Are you sure?”  Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes.  “You are so wet for me, Alex.  So tell me if this is what you want.  I promise, if you have changed your mind, I will cease my attentions.  I will not be happy, and I may not even be kind, but I will stop.”

To wit she framed his face, bit his chin, and replied, “Like bloody hell you will.”

In that instant, Jason all but tackled her.  “I want you.”

“Then take me.”  She scored her nails to the nape of his neck.

“Are you afraid?”  He hunched, cupped her breasts, and plunged his tongue into her cleavage.  When he grazed his teeth to a pert nipple, she cried out his name.

“I am a little scared.”  Alex gasped, when he sucked hard on her sensitive flesh.  “What most frightens me is that it might not be possible to...for us...what I mean is, given my belly is so large, are you positive we can engage in your favorite activity?”

“Sweetheart, where there is a will, there is a way.”  Lifting his head, Jason chuckled.  “And I am of a singular intent, so let us improvise in a manner that pleases us, both.”

“Have you any ideas, in mind?”  She peered at the bed and blanched.  “As the usual position would not suit, in this circumstance.”

“As a matter of fact, do you recall the time I took you at the kitchen table, in the cottage?”  He arched a brow.

“Of course.”  Alex had an epiphany.  “Fetch the Sheraton chair from our sitting room, as it is the perfect height.”

“Yes, ma’am.”  He sketched a mock salute, as had the Jolly Roger, jutting proudly from its nest of blonde curls.  In play, she placed a chaste kiss on the plumb-shaped tip, and he narrowed his stare.  “Woman, you make me tremble.”

“Hurry back.”  With a giggle, she located the other item she required.  Beneath her vanity rested a footstool, and she kicked it into the center of the room, just as her husband carried in the requested piece of furniture.  “Set it here.”

He glanced at the floor and then pinned her with a heated stare.  “Alex, you are a genius.”

“Now take off your breeches and make love to me.”  She gave him her back, stepped onto the stool, and bent forward, using the chair as a base, of sorts.  “Please, Jason.  I can wait no longer.”

Biting her lip, she focused on the sliver of moonlight, which peeked through a separation in the drapes.  The silvery ray seemed to shimmer in the air, and it cast a dagger-like silhouette, similar to the particular protuberance her husband prepared to deploy, on the carpet.  So entranced by the mystical sight, she started when her captain settled his warm hands on her hips.

“Are you ready, love?”  He caught the crest of her ear with his teeth, as he pressed his erection to the cleft of her bottom.

“
Yes
.”  She dropped her head back, as he curled about her and nuzzled her neck.

“Spread your legs just a tad, angel.”  When she obeyed, he probed the pliant flesh at the apex of her thighs and then pushed forward, inch by glorious inch.  Seated to the hilt, he held perfectly still and exhaled, and she moaned.  “Are you in pain?  Have I hurt you?”

“No.”  Had she any reservations, his concern for her welfare vanquished them.  “Jason, I beg you—move.”

Hugging her close, he splayed one hand over her belly, as his other played an arresting duet with the gem of her desire, in time with his thrusts.  In a gentle slip and slide, he set a conservative cadence, marked by the audial slap of skin against skin, mixed with her pants and sighs and his guttural grunts, which drove her to the brink of euphoria.

Together, they soared, reaching as one entity for the succulent pinnacle of their consummation.  Alex claimed her prize, first.  With an ear-splitting scream, she shattered, as wave upon luxurious wave of pure pleasure cascaded over her.  And just as she descended to reality, Jason gripped her derriere, gave vent to a primal bellow, and pulsed repeatedly.

Then, to her chagrin, tears flowed.

“Did I injure you, sweetheart?”  He loosened his hold, but she stayed him.

“No.”  She pulled his arms tighter about her.

“Then why do you cry?”  Jason pressed his cheek to hers.

“Because I have long dreamed of this day, and I can scarcely believe it has happened.”  In that instant, the naïve society maiden yielded to the woman, the wife, and the expectant mother Alex had become, and she wept, as she clutched his wrist and brought his knuckles to her lips.  “At last, our vows are unimpeachable, and I am yours—irrefutably.”

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In the wee hours just before dawn, Jason stirred.  Confusion had him shaking his head, as he discovered himself in the master suite, given he had spent a few recent nights in a guestroom.  When he realized he curled up to his bride, his chest to her back, with their bodies joined, he thought he lingered in a most cherished dream.

Then the babes kicked beneath his palm, which he had splayed protectively over his wife’s abdomen, at some point, as he had slept, and images from their multiple fiery couplings flooded his consciousness.  As his children moved, Alex sniffed and shifted.  Then she grasped his wrist, drew his hand to her mouth, and kissed his fingertips.

“I love you.”  With a sigh, she stilled, and her breath came in a steady rhythm, as she returned to slumber.

Her declaration, freely spoken, touched him more than he was willing to admit, to himself or anyone else, and he hugged her closer.  Bent forward, with his flesh encased in hers, and his arms wrapped about her belly, swollen with the fruit of his seed, Jason had never felt more a man in his life.  Yet he had struggled to utter the elementary phrase.

They were but three simple words, when voiced on their own.  But articulated together, the proclamation expressed the single most important commitment known to humanity and possessed the power to reduce the most stalwart man into a blithering nincompoop.  So he had practiced as an actor preparing to take the stage on Drury Lane.

In that moment, Jason rode a heady tide of emotion he could not explain, define, or control.  “I love you, too.”

And so it was done.

For the first time in his life, he declared himself to a woman, but she was not just anyone.  She was his lady, his wife—his Alex.  A tidal wave of sentiment trapped him somewhere between heaven and hell, and he pumped his hips, in search of distraction.  Again and again, he found sanctuary in her honey harbor, until she reached behind and squeezed his arse.

“Did I hurt you, angel?”  He halted.

“Oh, no.”  Then she skimmed his thigh and wiggled her bottom.  “I am hungry.”

“Shall I raid the kitchen?”  Deuced rotten luck, as her needs took precedence over his.  “I wager the staff remains abed, as the hour is early, but I can fetch something to satisfy you.”

“Perhaps, later, I might want food.”  Once more, she shimmied.  “Right now, my naughty captain, I crave you.”

“Darling Alex, I am so glad I married you.” So he gave her what she wanted, savored her feminine crescendo worthy of Handel, and found comfort in release.

“That was wonderful.”  Alex twined her fingers in his.  “Do you suppose this is what some refer to as wedded bliss?”

“Could be true.”  With a chuckle, he nipped her shoulder.  “As I feel mighty blissful, right now.”

“Promise me something.”  She drew imaginary circles on his arm, as he held her.

“Anything, sweetheart.”  How Jason wished he could muster sufficient courage to declare himself when she was fully awake and alert.

“Promise me we will always be like this.”  She stretched her legs and then tucked them to his.  “While I know we do not enjoy the same relationship as our married friends, and I am learning to settle for what we have, I pray you will always want me, in your bed.”

“Alex, I hope this does not lessen your opinion of me, as a man, but I have had no other woman, since I met you.”  He understood too well what she had meant by
learning to settle
, and it irritated him.  “I want you and none other, as long as we both shall live.”

“Do you mean that?”  She turned and peered at him.  “Or do you say it because you think it is what I want to hear?”

“Do you doubt me?”  Jason propped himself on an elbow.  “Because I am deadly serious.  No doxie, or otherwise, has docked between my sheets, from the moment we waltzed in the Richmond’s ballroom, as you, alone, hold my interest.”

“Really?” she asked, in a small voice, and he sensed underlying fear and trepidation.

“When I am aboard ship, and longing for home, yours is the face I conjure, as you are home, to me.”  No, Jason could not say the words she most wanted to hear, but he could describe what he felt for her.  “When the enemy bears down, firing cannon shot in my wake, yours are the arms I imagine, as you are my strength.  And when I am alone, and death nips at my heels, I invoke your glowing countenance, as you are life, to me.”

“Never has anyone said anything so lovely to me.”  Alex cupped his cheek.  “And I would have you know that I—” With a sharp intake of breath, she scrunched her face and clutched his hand.

“What is it, love?”  He eased his length from her body and sat upright.  “Are you all right?”