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  Sebastian rapped on his cabin door. "My lady? 'Tis I. I'm coming in." He entered cautiously, peeking his head around the door and searching out her shapely form. He found Olivia sitting at his desk, drowning in his shirt, leveling a pistol at his chest. The mere sight of her made him ache. Golden and determined, she was a tigress.

  "Do you know what you're doing with that?" he asked.

  "Yes, of course."

  He kicked the door shut behind him and headed toward the sideboard for a much-needed libation. Her gaze burned into his back, causing him to smile. "Care for a brandy, sweet wife?"

  "Is there any proof you are my husband?" she asked curtly.

  "Is there any proof you're my wife?" he retorted, pouring her a glass of the deep red liquid with the hope that it would soothe her ill humor.

  "The ring…"

  Sebastian held his hand over his shoulder and waggled his ringed finger at her.

  She snorted.

  "Who taught you the use of a pistol?" he queried as he warmed the liquor over a candle.

  "The foreman on my father's plantation."

  When he turned to face her, he found his gun resting on the desk and Olivia staring pensively out the window. "Your father approved?"

  "My father doesn't know. I wanted to learn. There was no cause to distress him."

  Withholding a smile, Sebastian moved toward her, admiring her elegant profile, with its pert nose and obstinate chin. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and the thought of claiming that lush mouth with various parts of his body nearly made him hard. He set her brandy atop his nautical charts and propped his hip against the desk.

  "What are you thinking, love?" he prodded gently.

  She reached for the snifter without looking, and he pushed it into her hand. "That you should put on a shirt."

  "I'm quite comfortable, but I'm touched by your wifely concern."

  In the midst of a large swallow, Olivia choked. He thumped her back until she waved him off. "I'm fine!" she gasped. Wiping the tears from her lashes, she glared at him. "What are your intentions, Phoenix?"

  Sebastian reached over slowly, giving her time to draw away. She didn't. The pulse at the base of her throat fluttered wildly as he rubbed the cuff of his shirt, brushing the edge of his finger deliberately along her bared wrist. He felt her shiver and hid his satisfaction. The attraction, it appeared, was mutual.

  "The men have begun the necessary repairs to your ship. It should be seaworthy again within a sennight, at which time we'll head to the nearest port. I will leave my ship and travel with you to England. We shall arrive on British soil, seek out our parents, and unravel this debacle. Then we can obtain an annulment and part ways."

  "Oh… I see." Olivia looked out the window again.

  Sebastian sat tensely at her silence.

  "What if I don't wish to have the marriage annulled?" she queried finally.

  His eyebrows shot up. "You wish to be married to a wanted criminal?"

  Her brief side-glance was intriguing and arousing, showing a surprising lack of fear. By all rights she should be terrified, yet she appeared completely at ease. She swirled the rest of the brandy in the snifter, watching the play of light with undue attention. "Lord Merrick is not a wanted man."

  "Do you believe I am Merrick?"

  Olivia shrugged. "I'm reserving judgment at the moment."

  He downed his brandy and then moved to the hammock that hung across the corner. Hopping in, Sebastian settled his hands behind his head. "You appear quite comfortable for a woman in the bedchamber of a pirate."

  She blew a loose lock of hair off her face. When it fell right back into its previous annoying place, she reached up and freed the entire glorious mass. His body hardened instantly. Olivia Merrick was stunning, a siren.

  "I don't appear to have much choice in the matter, and so far you have deported yourself much better than the men under your charge."

  "I apologize for your mistreatment," he said, watching her plait her waist-length hair. He'd never observed the act before and was startled to realize he enjoyed the intimacy of it. "It will never happen again."

  Tossing the finished braid over her shoulder, Olivia downed the rest of her brandy in one gulp. Her eyes watered, and she waved at them with her hands.

  Sebastian couldn't contain the obvious question. "Why would you wish to maintain the marriage?"

  A moment passed before she found her voice, and when she spoke, it was husky from the fiery abrasion of the potent liquor. The thrill elicited by the throaty sound made his cock strain against his breeches.

  He imagined for a moment that she was hoarse from passionate cries of his name, pleasured sounds he'd call forth with deep, drugging thrusts of his cock into her lush body. Sebastian knew already she'd be hot and wet. Olivia was a passionate woman in ordinary matters. In the bedroom, she would most likely burn a man alive.

  "For all the reasons I agreed to the marriage in the first place," she murmured. "To please my father, to run my own household, to have children and the security of a man's name." She ran a fingertip over a delicately arched brow before locking gazes with him again. "No one knows your secret, and I certainly won't enlighten anyone. I will have the protection and status of your name, with none of the inconveniences of a husband. In fact," she said, obviously warming up to the topic, "if you are indeed Sebastian Blake, the situation pleases me in a way it didn't before."

  He stroked his hand down the center of his chest, noting the way her eyes followed the movement with ravenous attention. "You would maintain my house, bear my name and my children?"

  "Of course," she replied, blushing as her gaze returned to his. "I am aware of my responsibilities as your… er… Lord Merrick's wife."

  "You would have to welcome me to your bed." He paused for emphasis. "Often."

  Her eyebrow lifted. "If you are who you claim to be, I would welcome you eagerly."

  Sebastian stilled at that. In fact, he couldn't move. The image her words brought to mind had him throbbing painfully. "My title would elicit eagerness in you?"

  "I am not that shallow," she said, with a lift of her chin.

  "Then my form is what you find so attractive?"

  Olivia snorted. "Attractive? You are a heathen."

  He shot up, setting the hammock swaying perilously. "A heathen?"

  "Yes, look at you." She waved in his direction. "Your hair is unfashionably long. Damn near as long as mine."

  "It is nowhere near that long!" he argued, put out. "And don't swear!"

  "And your muscles," she continued, as if he hadn't spoken at all.

  "What about my muscles?" he growled.

  "They're huge. You look like a savage." She rose from the chair and moved to stand in front of the window.

  "A savage?" he sputtered, his feet hitting the floor with a thud.

  "Most definitely." She coughed, her shoulders shaking.

  Sebastian stalked toward her. "I'll have you know, most women find me irresistible."

  "Really?" she drawled, sounding unimpressed.

  "Yes, really. I was quite the rake when I resided in London," he bragged, unaccountably upset by her dislike of his appearance.

  "I'm certain you thought you were," she choked out. "Or perhaps you were more civilized at that time."

  His eyes narrowed with suspicion. He spun Olivia around to face him, only to discover she was laughing, her lovely eyes sparkling with wicked amusement.

  "You're mocking me." He smiled against his will.

  "Just a little," she gasped, clutching her stomach.

  She was either mad from the stress of the day's events or… enchanting. Sebastian became engrossed in the intimacy of their shared amusement, the rest of their problems fading into obscurity. His hand came up and drew a line down the bridge of her pert nose, which she wrinkled when he tapped the tip.

  Olivia stared at him with admiration in her dark eyes, a look that salved the sting his ego had felt mere moments ago. "A savage with a
delightful dimple," she murmured under her breath, brushing her fingertip along his cheek.

  "Why are you out here?" she asked almost breathlessly. "You, a nobleman of vast wealth and prestige. Why turn to piracy?"

  "Ah…" He ached to pull her closer. His throat tight, his hand dropped to her shoulder. "You believe me."

  She snorted again, a thoroughly unladylike sound that he found charming. "I'm just foxed is all, and willing to indulge you for the moment."

  "My lady, you should pay greater attention to your choice of wording. You have no notion of the indulgences I require." At her confused frown, Sebastian clarified, "I am no gentleman."

  "You are an earl, my lord."

  "It's a title, Lady Merrick, and it has nothing to do with my character."

  "You have been trained and bred for your-"

  "I have been cursed," he said hotly. "My older brother, Edmund, was to bear the title, but he was killed in a duel five years ago."

  "A duel?" she repeated, her eyes widening. "How dreadful! I am sorry."

  "Yes, well… so am I, I assure you. Especially since he was defending my honor." He gave a harsh laugh. "As if I had any to quibble over."

  "He must have loved you very much."

  "Edmund loved the title," Sebastian scoffed.

  Olivia met his intense gaze without flinching. "What happened?"

  He longed to make some flip, roguish, or snide comment to deflect her prying. He wanted to sneer at her and cut her, scare her, and push her away. But his next words would do the deed just as well. "I foolishly compromised a young lady. When her older brother came to me and demanded that I marry the chit, I refused. She was no innocent, as I knew firsthand. And the way we were caught left no doubt in my mind that I'd been snared in a trap."

  Her hand flew to her mouth, and his own mouth curved derisively. "Instead of demanding satisfaction from me, her brother approached Edmund, whose damned sense of honor prevented him from refusing. I learned of the duel only after it was over. My father woke me from my bed with the news." He didn't even attempt to hide the bitter edge that crept into his voice. "I was foxed and debauched when he shouted the congratulations at me, as if I'd planned Edmund's demise." He closed his eyes. "Edmund was groomed for his place. I, on the other hand…" His voice trailed off.

  Why was he telling her these things? The words falling from his mouth had never left his lips before.

  "You, on the other hand, are too wild and untamed for such a station," Olivia finished.

  Sebastian opened his eyes to find her facing the window, allowing him a modicum of privacy to collect himself. He moved to stand behind her, close enough so that his breath stirred the strands of hair at her crown and her evocative scent fired his blood. His hands clenched into fists.

  "I'd wager you were a wild child," she continued, her honeyed voice pouring down his spine, hardening his cock. "You most likely could not bear to sit through your lessons, got dirty regularly, kissed girls you had no business kissing, and defied your father at every turn just to spite him for having such a perfect firstborn-a sibling you could never hope to measure up to."

  Stunned at her perceptiveness, Sebastian stared sightlessly out the window.

  "Am I close?" she asked.

  "Too close," he admitted gruffly. "How did this conversation progress so rapidly to the deeply personal?"

  "Your remarkable eyes betray the ruthlessness of your nature and your restlessness. I've been pondering what circumstance could possibly have driven you to this life you live." She turned to face him. "Did your father tell you how sorry he was that it was not you who had died instead of Edmund?"

  His breath hissed out through clenched teeth. Olivia looked through him, into him, seeing things she had no right to see. Her eyes filled with a sympathy he didn't want, damn her. Lust, yes. Passion, admiration-he wanted all of those from her. But pity…

  His teeth ground together until his jaw ached.

  "So you are determined," she continued, flaying him with her words, "to prove to him and anyone else paying attention that he was indeed correct and you are a worthless 'spare' for his heir. Being the man you are, you can do nothing half-measure. No, you had to rebel in the worst possible manner. Perhaps you've even hoped to be caught in the midst of your misdeeds. Then your father's humiliation would be complete. Why else would you wear the signet ring that betrays you?"

  He longed to smash something, to tear something apart. Furious, torn open by her censure, Sebastian grabbed her shoulders and yanked her to him. His voice came low and full of scorn. "Your words reveal the astonishing depths of your naivete."

  Her lovely face flushed at his disparagement. "I have given you no reason to be cruel."

  "Perhaps I am always cruel," he jeered, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her upper arms. "You know nothing of the man I am."

  Her chin lifted, her eyes sparked with anger. "Unhand me, Phoenix. Now."

  He pulled her closer. "What would you know of rebellion?" he growled. "You, the dutiful daughter, marrying a man sight unseen to please your father. I'd wager you've never rebelled in your life!"

  "I have!" she yelled, shaking with fury. Her lips, red and moist, parted with her rapid breathing.

  He arched a disbelieving brow, his entire body hard with anger and fierce desire. "When?"

  "Right now." And then she yanked his head down and mashed her lips to his.

  Chapter Two

  He wasn't kissing her back.

  Olivia noted that fact immediately, but her stubbornness would not allow her to desist, even though her pride begged her to cease her foolishness.

  "Kiss me, damn you!"

  He'd caused this fever in her blood with his half-dressed state and fierce eyes. Phoenix was driving her mad, drawing her to him while pushing her away.

  "Don't swear!" he muttered.

  And then his arms came around her, and his mouth moved hungrily over her own. His tongue swept across her lips, teasing, urging. He tasted like brandy and wicked things, and her core throbbed in response. Her lips parted in a breathless gasp, and he took the invitation to slip inside. His tongue sought out hers, brushed across it and under it, finding sensitive nerve endings and stroking them with velvety licks.

  Oh. Dear. Heaven. The man knew how to kiss. Her toes were curling in her slippers.

  Angry and possessive, hungry and bold, Phoenix took over her senses with blatant skill. Unable to resist, she surged into him, wanting more. More of him.

  "Steady," he murmured, securing her body against his strength, his large hand moving to her neck and tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder, keeping her still for the ravishment of his mouth.

  Olivia moaned when his other hand slipped beneath his shirt and found the curve of her breast, wrapping around the underside, testing its weight. His thumb caressed in gentle strokes, teasing her. Over and over Phoenix circled the straining peak, causing sparks of pleasure to radiate outward and down to the place between her legs.

  Oh, why wouldn't he touch her where she ached?

  "Touch me." She grabbed his wrist and thrust her hardened nipple into his palm. "Here." She moaned as her body melted. "Oh, God… touch me everywhere."

  "Olivia." His kiss lost its faint trace of gentleness. He devoured her, his tongue thrusting rhythmically into her mouth, his fingers plucking and twisting, pulling on her nipple, until she wept from her core. Olivia ached all over. Her skin was too tight, too hot. She wanted to rip her clothes from her body and press her nakedness to his. Instead she caressed his skin, squeezing the bone and sinew beneath, relishing the way his body shuddered against hers.

  Lord, he smelled heavenly, like the wind and the sea, passion and pure male. When the knock came at the door, she didn't even register it until Phoenix pulled away.

  "What is it?" he called hoarsely, one hand still working at her breast while the other pressed her heated face into his throat.

  "Captain, we're 'aving problems wiv the other crew," Will bellowed t
hrough the closed portal.

  Phoenix growled his frustration. "I'll be on deck in a moment."

  Heavy footsteps moved away from the door.

  "No…" she protested, lost in the scent of his skin, the warmth of his touch, the taste of his mouth. She would give anything for a respite from the madness that claimed her and knew instinctively that he was the cure.

  He pressed a quick, hard kiss to her lips. "I must go, sweeting, while I'm still able."

  "No." She tugged his neck toward her open mouth, and at first he resisted, then he crushed her against him, tight enough to feel the heat and hardness of his desire through her skirts. Olivia kissed him desperately, wantonly, hoping to make him as mindless with need as she was.

  Phoenix thrust her away with a curse. "You're flirting with the devil," he bit out. "Cease, before you get burned."

  She winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

  Olivia wasn't certain how much time had passed, but the sun had moved steadily across the sky and she knew the day was close to ending. The wind had picked up, pushing a welcome breeze into the cabin, cooling the air and her blood. Mortified by remembrances of her earlier behavior, her face heated and she squirmed in her seat.

  What in God's name was the matter with her? She'd never in her life kissed a man, let alone touched him or begged him to touch her. And Captain Phoenix of all people! A man reputed to be as dangerous and deadly as a viper. Why didn't she fear him? Why did she wish to bare herself to his gaze and open her body to whatever he desired?

  A knock sounded, and she moved quickly to the desk, collecting the pistol. "Yes?" she shouted, her heart racing. Had Phoenix returned?

  The door opened. "'Tis Maggie, milady," her abigail called.

  Olivia released a sigh of mixed relief and disappointment. The young servant entered, followed by three sailors. Two of the men hefted yokes with steaming buckets, and the third held her small hip bath. They poured the hot water and then brought in her trunks. Shooting wary glances at the pistol, the pirates departed the room with haste, and Maggie shut the door behind them.

  "Are you well?" Olivia asked with concern, wondering how the young girl had fared in the company of Phoenix's men.