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“I wish we could be cast away together on a deserted island.”
    Genia ran her fingers through his hair and arched herself toward him. “What would you do with me there?”
    Blade grazed her ear with his lips then flicked his tongue over it. “Slowly peel every scrap of clothes from your body to begin with.”
    The mere thought made his shaft strain against the lap of his breeches.
    â€œWhat then?” Genia’s racing breath seemed to blow over the banked coals of his desire, whipping up a blaze.
    â€œI would spend hours admiring every part of you.” His fingers caught at her skirt and hiked it up. “With my eyes and my hands.”
    Reaching under the hem of her gown, he grazed the warm, smooth flesh of her thigh.
    â€œWith my mouth.” He pressed a fevered kiss upon her as his fingers played over the silken floss that crowned the crest of her legs.
    Did he arouse her as devilishly as she aroused him? His forefinger found the hot, wet answer to that question. The discovery of her ripe willingness demolished his honorable intentions. The ravenous ache in his loins demanded he take her then and there—upright, pressed into a shadowed corner.
    Greedily plundering her lips, he continued to stroke her with one hand while tearing at the buttons of his breeches with the other. He would plunge into her soft, moist depths and lose himself there!
    The thunder of feet on the quarterdeck stairs jolted Blade back to his senses. What price would they pay for this indiscretion? He pictured Genia cruelly humiliated while he was forbidden to spend another moment alone with her.
    The keening shriek that broke from her lips gave voice to his thwarted desire, too.
    Wrenching his unwilling fingers from between her legs, he jerked down Genia’s gown and hoisted her into his arms at such an angle that it hid his open breeches.
    â€œPardon me, sir…ma’am…” sputtered a young crewman.
    â€œNo need to apologize. Miss Vernon appears to have twisted her ankle.” Blade hoped the lad would attribute his ragged breathing to alarm for Genia’s welfare. “I must get her back to the roundhouse at once.”
    â€œYes,” Genia gasped. “I could do with a cup of tea.”
    Whether he believed their flimsy story or not, the young crewman pretended to. “Can I help, sir?”
    â€œGood of you to ask, but that will not be necessary.” Relieved to have been saved from his baser urges, Blade resolved to express his gratitude in the form of such coveted items as patent soap and plug tobacco. “I will attend the lady.”
    When the lad hurried away, Blade set Genia back on her feet and they hastily rearranged their disheveled clothing.
    â€œForgive me,” he muttered. “I did not mean to get carried away like that. I swear it will not happen again.”
    He braced for her to berate him as he deserved. A few ardent embraces was one thing. Attempting to deflower her up against the wall like a cheap strumpet was something else entirely.
    Blade was pleasantly dumbstruck when Genia slipped her arm through his and whispered, “Happen again! I’m not certain I can forgive you if it doesn’t.”
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    What must Blade think of her after her scandalous suggestion and the wanton way she’d behaved on deck? That thought made Genia queasier than the rolling of the storm-tossed ship.
    After their many long talks during the past weeks, she no longer suspected him of leading her on to make a fool of herself. Neither could she doubt his sincere desire for her. Yet she could not escape the conviction that there was something more behind his original coolness to her than he’d admitted. Had he been put off by her blatant pursuit? Considering how much more attentive he’d become when she resisted his charm, that explanation seemed all too likely.
    But how could she continue to resist him when her lips tingled with the memory of every