Storm on the Horizon (Fated For Love) (4 page)

He went
to his desk and opened a drawer. He pretended to look for something. “Are you feeling better?”

Olivia glanced
out the window. “Yes, much better thanks to you. I don’t remember feeling this way when you rescued Lilly and I.”

“
The water was much calmer then, we were not as far into the open sea as we are now.”

“
Oh. It’s very interesting to see you as a ship captain. I mean, I knew you were a ship captain, but I’ve never seen you in action.”

Colton chuckled.
“There is very little action. I mostly stand around barking orders.”

“
That is still interesting. I never get to bark at anyone.” She slid from the bed and shook out her skirt.

“
I think your brother might disagree with you,” Colton returned as he watched her with amusement. This friendly banter was as normal as it got for them, as long as he ignored her dreamy eyes and the tempting bed behind her.

“
Devon disagrees with everything I say for sport. Can I join you on deck? I would love to watch you stand around and bark orders.”

She twinkled at him and he knew he was being manipulated
, but he didn’t care. Besides, there would be far less temptation with all of his crew watching them. “I suppose. Did you bring a cloak?”

“
I did.” she nodded and walked to the table where she had set her things. With a flick of the wrist she shook it out and held it up for his inspection.

He frowned.
“That will simply not do. The wind can be biting out here on the open sea. You will need something heavier, or you’ll be stuck in here.”

“
I don’t have anything heavier. My packing had to be limited as was my space.”

“
And whose fault is that?” he said over his shoulder as he turned to his closet and opened the doors.

“
I take full responsibility,” she grumbled.

“
I’m glad to hear it.” He pulled out a heavy oiled cloak lined with fur. It was more useful than fashionable but would do the job. “Here, you can wear this for the time being. It will be large but will keep you sufficiently warm.”

“
Thank you.” He handed her the cloak and Olivia nearly dropped it. She wasn’t prepared for the weight of it. “Oh my.” She laughed as she admired the soft fur lining.

“
Here, let me help you.” Colton took the cloak and draped it over her shoulders. He tied the strings tightly and adjusted the hood around her neck. “You will have to pick up the bottom or you will trip, but at least you won’t freeze to death.”

“
It’s quite cozy in here.” Olivia dipped her chin down and inhaled.

“
What are you doing?” Colton asked in bemusement.

Olivia giggled.
“It even smells like you.”

Colton blanked. He could feel heat on the back of his neck
. “Oh, well, my apologies.”

“
Nonsense, I adore the way you smell.” She turned away from him and tried walking with the heavy cloak.

Colton didn’t know what to do or say. He felt utterly pleased that she liked the way he smelled
, but didn’t want to show it, and feared he might be blushing. He shook it off and cleared his throat. “If you’re ready?”

“
Oh, yes.” Olivia slipped on her boots and followed him out the cabin door.

It was indeed cold when they stepped out onto the deck. The sky was bright blue with scattered clouds and the water mirrored its brilliance with foamy white caps on each wave. It was beautiful and wild, a sight Olivia had never seen before. The wind hummed
in her ears and whistled and snapped against the rigging and sails. Men worked here and there, some even walking on single ropes with only another single rope to hold onto for balance. Olivia tried to look everywhere at once as Colton led her to the quarter deck by her elbow.

“
I've never seen such a sight,” she said with awe.

“
I suppose it can be rather intriguing if one is not used to it.” Colton oddly felt bashful. She was genuinely enraptured by the activity around her, and it pleased him. This was his world, and although he loved it, he knew that others with exceedingly high insteps would look down upon it. But Olivia didn't, her heart was too pure for that.

He guided her up the stairs slowly, her eyes were
everywhere but on her own footing, and he bit back a smile. Reaching the quarter deck where Smith was at the wheel, he pulled her to the railing looking over the main deck and the expanse of water in front of them. “From here you can see everything. This is my second favorite place to stand.”

“
What's your first?” she asked and smiled at him.

He let him
self bask in her smile for only a second then he pointed up. “The crow’s nest.”

Olivia's eyes followed his finger.
“Oh... when can I go up there?”

“
Never.” Colton laughed.

Olivia turned back to him
. “Why not? You know I am exceptional at climbing trees. I am just as capable of reaching that box or whatever it is you called it.”

Colton continued to chuckle
. “When was the last time you climbed a tree, Livie? Ropes are not the same as tree limbs.

Olivia sighed in exasperation.
“Why must every one treat me like a piece of glass? If I wore breeches, I could do it just as well as you.”

“
You will have to do so in your dreams. I better be cold in my grave before I see you set foot on the ropes. I don't have to make that an official order, do I?”

Olivia scoffed.
“You can't order me about.”

“
The hell I can't. This is my ship. Here I am lord and master.”

Olivia wanted to snap back at him
, but she bit her tongue. Instead, she had a better idea. She stepped closer to him. “As you wish, my lord and master,” she said seductively, and then she sauntered over to the side of the deck and pretended to stare avidly at the splash of water against the side.

Colton was speechless. He didn't think Olivia had a
wicked bone in her body, and yet her words had struck a specific cord, one that resonated all the way to his groin. He could hear Smith faking a cough at the wheel behind him. “Something wrong with your throat, Smith?” he barked.

“
No, Cap'n.”

Colton narrowed his eyes at the scamp.
“Go get some water for yourself.”

“
Yes, Cap'n.”

“
Is he ill?” Olivia said innocently from the railing.

“
No.” Colton took over the helm as Smith retreated, no doubt to share a story with the rest of the crew. Perfect. Rumors would run rampant below decks, and all at Colton’s expense. He would have to have Timms keep them in line. He would not have his crew members besmirching Olivia's good name. She didn't deserve that, but she did deserve a taste of her own medicine.

“
Come here, Olivia.”

She looked at him warily. Good, but he softened his tone to a friendlier octave.
“You can't climb to the crow’s nest, but I will let you steer the ship.”

Her eyes widened with excitement and she hurried over.
“Really?”

“
Yes.” He smiled at her excitement and moved so she could stand before him. “Put your hands here and here.” He folded his hands around hers and showed her. The wheel was huge in comparison to her small frame, and she could barely keep hold of it. He stepped closer behind her bringing his chest to her back, keeping his hands on hers. Depending on the mood of the sea, manning the wheel could require significant strength. “See these notches on the center handle? That is so the quarter master can feel them at night and know where the center is. If this handle is dead center then that means the rudder is straight. The rudder is what steers the ship. If we turn the wheel starboard it turns the ship to port.”

“
To the right is starboard and the left is port?”

“
Correct.”

“
How odd. To go left you turn the wheel right?”

Colton chuckled.

Olivia forgot her next question. She could feel his chest against her back and each vibration of his laughter through her body.

“
The nautical terms are starboard and port, but yes.” He resumed their previous direction and held silent. She stood before him as still as a statue, except that he could feel the expansion and contraction of each breath. They had never stood this close for this long before. It was an entirely new experience, and it taunted the baser intentions he kept firmly leashed. If this were any other woman, he would have no trouble initiating flirtation, but this was Olivia. Olivia was his north star, an untouchable celestial being that remained far out of his reach but always in his heart. He didn't know how to flirt with her. He had never allowed himself to cross that line.
So what was he doing now?
He didn't know. He was so far out of his element with her here on his ship that he was grasping for direction. She had befuddled him with her sultry words and incited a dangerous side of him, a side that might act before thinking.

She leaned back against him and sighed. She seemed content to stay exactly where she was, pressed up against him. Her hands were relaxed beneath his
, and she showed no indication of pulling them away.

“
The sea is peaceful,” she remarked.

“
She has temperaments, but yes, right now it's perfect.” He bit his tongue. He hoped that didn't sound like encouragement. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage more flirtation between them. He needed her to remain oblivious of him as a man so that he could remain in control. Even as innocent as her actions may be now, he was already enjoying the feel of her body far too much.

“
Pishhh. Just like a man to give female attributes to something simply because he cannot control it. Not that I agree with the notion that women are temperamental, only that men think such things.”

He chuckled again and
Olivia enjoyed the feel of it.

“
That rings true, though I shouldn't admit it.”

She looked at him
over her shoulder and smiled. He looked down to smile at her in return and was struck by the urge to kiss her. She was in the perfect position, her face at the perfect angle for him to dip his head and taste heaven. He shook it off. He would have stepped back, but he could feel the pull of the wheel and could not let go. He could see awareness in her eyes, so he looked out over the water and pretended, as he always did, that he was immune to her. She looked away as well, and he felt her sigh again.

“
What is it like when there is a storm? I've read stories, but I can't imagine what it must be like. The ship is large, but in comparison to the expanse of water it feels rather... vulnerable.”

“
Aye, that it does.”

Olivia giggled.

“What is it, minx.” Colton smiled behind her. He was beginning to relax with her in his arms and it was a novel sensation.

“
I've never heard you say ‘aye’ before.”

Colton snorted.
“I'm a different man out here than I am at home. I must act the gentleman when I am visiting with you and your family. I may not be of noble birth, but I can certainly behave appropriately.”

“
I prefer the sea captain in you.” Olivia smiled wistfully. “It is rather tiring to be appropriate all the time; you may be yourself when you're alone with me. Devon, I'm sure, enjoys your salty side, why can't I?”

Colton groaned.
“That is...”

“
What?”

She surprised him by slipping her hands out from under his and turning in his arms. She linked her
hands behind his back and looked up at him.

“
What are you doing?” he said with obvious alarm.

“
I'm holding on to you. You’re very warm, you know.”

And he was getting warmer by the second.
“Someone will see us, Livie. I don't want rumors spread about you.”

She
laughed, and he could feel the press of her breasts against his chest.

“
Do you think any of your crew will spread gossip at Almacks?”

“
You know what I mean.  I won't have them thinking ill of you. Smiths will return any moment, and I can't let go of the wheel until he does.”

“
So you're at my mercy until then?” She ran her hands up his back.

“
Olivia
,” he said sternly. Whether she was seriously flirting with him would not matter, she would soon be able to feel his ardent response. “You must move away at once. My crew may not frequent Almacks, but they do populate the taverns and pubs that many gentlemen frequent as well. Gentlemen like Taverstein and Wigswillow, gentlemen who love to gossip. I'm sure your mother would rather hear of your adventure from your own lips and not another’s—preferably before the rest of society.