Description
"It's a trek," he murmurs against the shell of her ear. The trail of his fingertips has something hungry wracking down the knobs of her spine, chills flourishing in the wake of his touch as he draws a line from the center of her ribcage, a column. They wind around her belly button, and back up. Pass on the underside of her breast, riding along the curve, and spiral toward pebbling flesh. "You have to ride the wave and follow the map-" His touch slows before he can graze over the sensitive bud, and it plucks a pretty sigh from her. Lewdly, the corners of his strawberry mouth buckle, hidden by frizzy strands of her hair. He drags the pad of his thumb over the jut of her hip bone, and fingers slink closer, closer. The pirate picks his touch back up to smooth a line down from her sternum with his palm. "-before you can get to the treasure." OR the one where there's pirates, a princess, the impromptu cancellation of an arranged marriage, a key to the greatest treasure, a captain with loads of undisclosed, mushy feelings (and a peculiar sense of humor), a bordello pit stop, and the realization that love is the most dangerous thing in the sea.
Authors note / warnings - PLEASE READ
