DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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"Funny my eyes don't hurt looking at you, Lady Blake."
She had been staring directly above at the ceiling of his cabin. His words made her turn her head to look at him.
“What a lovely thing to say, Sinclair. Thank you.”
Amanda watched as his eyes slid over her body in a look of wholly male appreciation before they found their way back to her own. She arched a delicate brow.
"It has been three years since a woman has ordered in to her bed. And never has any woman ordered me into my own. There was never a need. Now here we are. And I'm quite in a haze as to who is the spider and who is the fly."
Her eyes took on a sparkle of amusement and curiosity.
“Sounds like there’s a story in there somewhere Sinclair," she teased him.
His finger found the opening in her shirt and unerringly rubbed between her breasts. She didn’t shirk from his touch.
The room had finally quit spinning and was finally settling back into its rightful colors. Her eyes were trapped by his own. He was right about one thing, she was also beginning to wonder who was the spider and who was the fly here. The atmosphere in his cabin was suddenly charged. It had nothing to do with the devil’s brew they had been drinking. Well, maybe, a little. She rolled up on her side to face him, propping her head up on an elbow as she looked upon him. Her body was aware of his finger on her skin.
“Sinclair….” Her voice was a smoky sound like aged whiskey, “Oh bloody hell with it…”
Her hand that had been resting on her hip lightly, hooked around his neck, her palm finding the back of it as she leaned closer to him and levered herself upward until her lips slanted across his.
She had been staring directly above at the ceiling of his cabin. His words made her turn her head to look at him.
“What a lovely thing to say, Sinclair. Thank you.”
Amanda watched as his eyes slid over her body in a look of wholly male appreciation before they found their way back to her own. She arched a delicate brow.
"It has been three years since a woman has ordered in to her bed. And never has any woman ordered me into my own. There was never a need. Now here we are. And I'm quite in a haze as to who is the spider and who is the fly."
Her eyes took on a sparkle of amusement and curiosity.
“Sounds like there’s a story in there somewhere Sinclair," she teased him.
His finger found the opening in her shirt and unerringly rubbed between her breasts. She didn’t shirk from his touch.
The room had finally quit spinning and was finally settling back into its rightful colors. Her eyes were trapped by his own. He was right about one thing, she was also beginning to wonder who was the spider and who was the fly here. The atmosphere in his cabin was suddenly charged. It had nothing to do with the devil’s brew they had been drinking. Well, maybe, a little. She rolled up on her side to face him, propping her head up on an elbow as she looked upon him. Her body was aware of his finger on her skin.
“Sinclair….” Her voice was a smoky sound like aged whiskey, “Oh bloody hell with it…”
Her hand that had been resting on her hip lightly, hooked around his neck, her palm finding the back of it as she leaned closer to him and levered herself upward until her lips slanted across his.