to the bed, first.” Gathering her wrists, he tugged her to the mattress. He couldn’t let her have control, couldn’t make love to Daniel’s spy. “Lie down and place your hands above your head.” How much pleasure could she take before she told the truth?
She grinned. “All right.” She gripped the wooden berth. “Are you going to tie my hands, or do you trust me?”
Trust. Hell, if he knew whether or not he could trust her, he would be bringing her to climax right now instead of staging a sexual interrogation. “I hope I can trust you.”
Did she guess the depth o f his words? Of course not. Damn, even he couldn’t fathom why this felt so important. His sole focus should be on Alicia…but right now all he wanted was to know if Izzy’s loyalty lay with him.
“You can. Always.” Sincerity darkened her eyes.
“Time will tell.” He leaned over and pressed a hot kiss behind her ear, sucked on her lobe, nibbled down her neck. “After all, a liar is one thing I do not tolerate. But then you probably already knew that.” He licked between her breasts.
“Mmmm. Yes.”
Was she agreeing or merely enjoying his kisses? He needed her to enjoy what he was doing. Hell, he wanted her to. And he refused to think about why it mattered so much.
“You have beautif ul breasts.” He nuzzled down one small globe, then flicked his tongue over the pink tip. “I do hope I’ve told you that.” He hoped he’d worshiped them.
“Yes.” Her answer was all air, no voice. Eyes closed, she writhed on the bed.
He took a hardened nipple deep into his mouth, sucking, tonguing while he slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed a slow circle in the wet heat. She arched beneath him, but still held tight to the bed. To prove trust or to trick him?
“Do you like my tongue here?” He dipped a finger inside her, thrusting, teasing, then trailed dew up her slit to the tiny nub. “And here? Do you like me to suck here? I’m afraid I don’t remember.” But dear Lord, he prayed she did.
“God, yes. I love when you lick me.”
Damn the Devil, her erotic words swelled his cock to near bursting. He gritted his teeth, desperate to ignore the pounding lust her words inspired.
He closed his eyes, desperate for strength, but images flashed through his mind. His face buried between her legs. Silken thighs red from his week-old beard. Her moans filling the room. Her bent over the desk while he stroked deep inside her to the rhythm of the ship.
Stop! Curse his unruly cock. Business first. He had to find out her true involvement with Daniel. Just the thought of that bastard’s hands on Izzy burned in his gut like a fiery cannonball.
“I’m going to do more than taste you.” He kissed down to her naval. “I’m going to re-learn your entire body.” He licked down to her curls. Blood pounded through his body, roared in his ears. Christ, her delicious scent surrounded him. She was winning this battle without any effort…
He forced himself to move back up her body, forced the next words from his mouth. “But I must know something first.” He would not bed Roberts’ lover.
She lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes wide and unfocused with lust. “Anything.”
“Were you a virgin when we married?”
She hesitated only a second, then boldly met his stare. “No.”
Her honesty should have made him feel better. It did not.
He narrowed his eyes. “Was Daniel Roberts one of your lovers?”
“No! Ewww.” She freed her hands and pushed herself upright. “Never. Gross. He’s old enough to be my father.”
“Then your acquaintance with him is only from the tavern?”
“Um…” She dropped her gaze to the blankets. “We already talked about this.”
Lying again. Damn it. His heart fisted into an aching knot.
He leaned forward, cornering her. “I want to discuss it further. Perhaps if you are unable to tell the truth, I’ll turn the ship around and leave you in Haiti.” And perhaps in a few dozen years, he