To Tame a Scoundrel's Heart (A Waltz with a Rogue Novella Book 4) (15 page)

“Thank God.” Joy lit his face, and he scooped her onto his lap, burying his face in her neck. “I was terrified, more terrified than when I was captured by pirates, that you’d say no.”

Sir Pugsley gave them a disgusted glance and jumped to the floor, where he resumed his nap.

Katrina leaned away. “You were captured by pirates? Real pirates?” She touched his scar. “Is that how you came by this?”

“No, this was the result of another battle, but enough of this talk. I want to talk about us, our future.” He dropped a kiss onto her parted mouth, and she cupped his head, pressing her lips to his.

A deep, gravelly groan echoed deep in his throat, and Nic tilted her into his arms, pillaging her mouth, his tongue exploring—teaching her this new form of sensual play.

Katrina met each stroke of his velvety tongue, squirming to press nearer.

A hard bulge nudged her bum, and he rotated his hips upward.

“See what you do to me?” He pulsed against her bottom before tenderly pressing his forehead to hers.

Clutching him to her, she pressed a fervent kiss to his jaw. “You do the same to me.”

“God, I love you, so desperately, so absolutely, and this vulnerability terrifies me, Kitty. I never expected love, didn’t believe it was real, but each time I saw you, spoke to you, I became more captivated until nothing, no one, mattered as much as you. And the awful emptiness, the burning ache ripping me apart when I thought you belonged to another ...”

“Oh, Nic.” She cupped his face, brushing his lips with hers, conveying all the adoration welling in her heart. “I was such an idiot.”

He shuddered against her. “Tell me you love me too. That you’ll marry me, be with me always? I want to fall asleep with you wrapped in my embrace, and wake in the morning the same way.”

“I do love you, and will marry you, even though I know someday you’ll return to the sea. I’ll take the time you can give me and be blissfully happy, grateful for every moment.” She laid her head against his broad chest, listening to his strong heart beating, and a tear escaped her. Even a day without him, let alone months, would be utterly unbearable, but oh, how sweet his homecomings would be. “And when you’re sailing round the world, those memories will keep me warm until I’m in your arms again.”

“I’ll not leave you.” Gently nudging her chin upward with his bent forefinger, Nic searched her face. “How can I leave my heart?”

Tears of joy crept over her cheeks. “You love the sea.”

“I love you more, endlessly, abundantly, incomparably more. I’ll sell
The Weeping Siren
, take to this duke business, and we’ll raise a family, a whole passel of children to keep my sisters company.” He rested his chin atop her head and chuckled. “I’m truly under your spell, and I confess, it’s wondrous.”

“Don’t sell your schooner. I’ve always wanted to sail to different parts of the world. Perhaps she can be converted into a merchant ship? I know women are discouraged onboard, but could you make an exception for me once in a while, or is that asking too much?” Katrina angled away from him, giving him a flirtatious smile.

“Kitty, love, I’d do anything for you.” He gathered her near, pressing his cheek against hers. “Because you’ve thoroughly and completely tamed this scoundrel’s heart.”

Epilogue

April 1819

Atlantic Ocean West of England

“Look, Nic.” Katrina leaned over the schooner’s rail and pointed to a water spout off the starboard side. “Is that a whale?”

Wrapping his arms around her from behind, Nic spoke into her hair. “It is. Watch closely. Those are humpbacks, and they swim in pods. They’re migrating right now.”

Before he finished speaking, two more whales surfaced.

“They’re magnificent,” she said, leaning into his strong embrace.

“Indeed.” He kissed the crown of her head and splayed his fingers over her stomach.

“What do you think Aunt Bertie and your sisters are doing right now?” The three had taken to each other like bees to honey, and Chamberdall Court resounded with their laughter. Quite frequently, Aunt Bertie instigated some antic, most recently, teaching Daphne and Delilah to make jam tarts. For days afterward, Cook scolded about the mess they’d made in
her
kitchen.

Nic chuckled, his breath warming Katrina’s head. “Probably into some sort of mischief, if I know my aunt. I still cannot fathom she’d been hoping for years to bring us together.”

Katrina giggled. “That certainly explains why she regaled me with titillating tales of your adventures each time I visited, was thrilled when I agreed to help you find a bride, and why she didn’t fuss when you moved her to our house.”

“Crafty old bird.” Affection laced his voice, and she sighed in pure contentment.

The sun dangled low on the western horizon, the sky a myriad of yellow, peach, and burnished hues. Soon, they’d make their way to the captain’s cabin for dinner. Anticipation sluiced her as an altogether different kind of hunger welled.

Trailing her fingers across his sturdy hands clasped at her middle, Katrina arched her neck to peek at him, and he promptly slid his hands beneath her cloak and cupped her breasts. She bit her lip against a moan when he tweaked her turgid nipples. “Perhaps we might watch the sunset from your ... our cabin?”

Gads, she sounded wanton.

They would reach England in a few days, and Nic would step into his ducal role full-time. This journey, a belated wedding trip to the tropics, was his farewell voyage. She’d protested that he couldn’t forsake sailing, but he’d been adamant, especially when she’d revealed her delicate condition.

“Aye, and perhaps we’ll work up an appetite for our supper beforehand.” Nic turned her until she faced him and, amidst his crew’s hoots and catcalls, kissed her soundly. Nic grinned as he looped her hand through his crooked elbow. “Cease your disrespect, or I’ll toss your sorry arses in the hold for the night.”

“Aye, aye, Cap’n,” echoed round the deck, followed by a chorus of laughter.

“They adore you, Nic. Are you sure you want to give this up? Won’t you regret it?”

“No. This was my life before I gave you my heart.” He opened the cabin door and waited for her to enter before closing the strip and shoving the bolt home. “Now, Kitty, love, I want to make a new life with you.” He bent and kissed her flat stomach. “And this little one, and the others to follow.”

Dear God, she loved this rugged, unpolished man. Unfastening the frogs at her throat, she meandered to the impressive bed dominating the cabin. After tossing her cloak on a nearby chair, she turned her back, smiling coyly over her shoulder. “And what do privateers do to the women whose hearts they capture?”

In four long strides, Nic crossed to Katrina. He scooped her into his arms and, after laying her on the coverlet, slid her skirts up her thighs to her waist. “They love them, until the breath leaves their body, and afterward, ever into eternity.”

—The End—

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