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all sounded so unlike the captain of this ship that Reza wondered if she was foreign as well somehow.
    The door opened then and she walked in, and those thoughts fled his mind entirely. He stood still, having set the rag over the edge of the bowl of water, and watched her approach, feeling more prey than predator for once. It was disconcerting, but not unpleasant. Her blue eyes traveled over the length of him, from his bare toes up, lingering on his bare chest, and then finally arriving to look him in the eye. She smiled, and he thought it catlike, but then perhaps he just wanted it to be so.
    He didn’t bow his head or look away. As she came closer, he simply held her gaze, a challenge there and he knew it, and refused to submit. He inhaled deeply, filling his nose with the scent of her, the same breath of sea winds and delicate flowers that he now associated with the hope of freedom.
    She reached out and touched the ropes binding his hands, but didn’t untie them. Just brushed her fingertips against them, and his skin, and he felt a shiver thrill through him. A woman’s touch had been one of those memories he’d thrown away, a dangerous wish he’d denied himself as a prisoner aboard the clipper. He looked into the captain’s eyes and knew she must have seen how suddenly desperate he was to fill his hands with her. To plunge his fingers into the soft golden spill of her hair. To taste her.
    “What are you going to do with me?” he asked, voice a bit thick.
    “I’m not sure yet,” she admitted, lashes low over her eyes, giving her a particularly sly look.
    He stepped boldly towards her, into her personal space, and lifted his hands to trail the backs of a few fingers down from her collarbone, over the soft linen of her chemise, between her breasts. “Set me free.”
    He watched a blush climb into her pretty, pale cheeks, and she smiled. “I might.”
    “Please, Captain.” He felt her heartbeat leap beneath his fingers, and to his surprise she stepped close against him, their bodies brushing, barely a breath of space between their lips.
    He’d thought he had more control over this situation, but he realized quite rapidly that he’d been very wrong. Heat spread through him like a wildfire, desire kindling into full-blown lust for this confident woman who seemed able to seduce, negotiate and dominate all at once. The beast inside him awoke, starving. He growled low in the back of his throat in spite of himself and bent his head to nip lightly at the swell of her bottom lip.
    She leaned up to meet him and caught his mouth full in a kiss, her breast filling his hands, and Reza knew he was no closer to freedom with her at all.
     

Chapter 5
    “Untie my wrists,” the slave growled against her lips, his hands cupping her breast as she eased herself against him. She could feel him hard against her thigh, and she considered it, but in the end it was too risky. With his hands bound, she had a physical advantage over him if she ended up needing it.
    Plus it was something of a challenge, and Cressida loved a challenge.
    “No,” she replied, pushing him back against the edge of the escritoire. She slid her hands up and along the ridges of his abdomen, palms over smooth, bronze skin, feeling gooseflesh rise beneath her fingertips.
    He didn’t ask again. Instead he dropped his hands between them, deftly unbuckling the swordbelt at her hips. Her rapier hit the floor with a thunk , and then he was tugging the laces of her trousers loose and pulling them down her hips. She leaned up against the length of him and kissed him again, desire coiling hotly between her legs as she plunged her tongue into his mouth and he replied with another hungry-sounding growl. He pulled more urgently at her trousers and she slid her hand down the front of his tattered pants, teasing his swollen cock through the thin material. He pressed helplessly into her hand, groaning against her mouth, and then grabbed her hip and spun her about in a