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“Good.” She kissed him, hard and fast, joy in every movement.

“Gods, I’ve missed you,” Ian muttered against Fiona’s lips.

“Likewise.” She pulled him onto the boat and into the pilothouse. Thank gods the captain had left. “I want to hear about how you got out, but no’ yet.”

She tore at his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his, hot and warm and so perfect.

Within seconds, he had her pants around her ankles and she kicked them off. She reached out greedily for his cock, and a fierce wave of satisfaction roared through him when he felt her hand.

“Wait.” His voice was rough as he reached between her legs. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”

An animal noise escaped her when his fingers parted her sex, slipping between the slick folds to stroke. Soon she was wet and trembling, her need and joy clear.

“Now,” she gasped.

“Ay

e.” He picked her up and pressed her against the wall of the pilothouse, then brought her down upon his cock. He thrust inside of her, groaning at the feeling of her wet heat enveloping him.

She arched against him, picking up a rhythm that matched his own.

Soon they were straining against one another, desperate to chase away the memory of their separation. She was lean and strong, her body an intoxicant.

Gods, he was going to come too soon.

He grabbed the rail on the ceiling, focusing on the bite of the wood into his palm instead of on the wet heat of her pussy. It didn’t work.

Ah, gods, he was going to lose it. With a groan, he pulled free and slid down her body. He propped her against the wall and set his mouth to her. Her cry of frustration was replaced with one of pleasure.

She was gloriously wet and slick, and when he thrust his tongue inside of her, he tasted the bite of his own pre-cum. A beastly possessiveness in him made him growl against her, the animal he’d professed to have contained.

Desperate to get her off before he lost it all over the floor, he moved his mouth to her clitoris and pushed two fingers inside of her. The feel of her heat closing over him drew a groan from him and he stroked her with his tongue.

Within seconds, her whole body stiffened and her hips pushed against his face, her pussy spasming around his fingers.

Fuck.

He withdrew from her and rose up quickly, thrusting inside of her so that he could feel the remnants of her orgasm. She cried out and clutched his shoulders as he lifted her, her face flushed and beautiful.

His hips lost any semblance of rhythm or grace as a second orgasm tore through her and lit up his own. He heaved over her, lost. A guttural cry escaped his lips as his back arched and the orgasm pounded up through his shaft and broke him apart.

When it was done, he saw nothing but white light and collapsed against her, held up by sheer luck. Dimly, he recognized that she was still shuddering from her orgasm, perhaps in the grips of another. But as much as he wanted to reach a hand down to her clitoris to help her along, he hadn’t an ounce of strength in his body.

A minute later, once she’d stilled and he’d caught at least a bit of his breath, he opened his eyes to see her looking at him, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Apparently we just had to get that out of our system,” she said.

He laughed roughly and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I guess I was worried I’d never get to again.”

She grinned, an energy and a lightness about her that he’d never seen while they were on the hunt for the book. “And these are some big windows in this pilothouse. Thank gods the marina is empty. Now tell me how you got out.”

He looked over at her, memorizing the face that was so new to him, yet so cherished.

A cloud drifted over the perfection of the afternoon. “Logan got me out.”

Her head whipped toward him. “Really?”

“Aye. We’ve been friends for ages—you were right about that. He was my partner when I robbed the Scottish Museum of Antiquities and was there the night it blew up. He was never caught for it.” He thought back to what Logan had told him. “It bothered him that I took the fall, especially since I saved his life when we first met. And I’ve kept his secret.”


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