His Wicked Touch
The Brothers of Graff and Graff had trumped her every effort to beat them to the treasures of the past, but Elizabeth was out to beat them at their own game and claim the treasure of Basing Castle for herself, even if it meant seducing the completely irresistible Captain Peregrine Dalton.
Word Count: 58,804
Genre: Paranormal/Futuristic/Time Travel Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Eliza Black, 2012
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
"If I grant you permission to reap the harvest, Captain, what price will you pay in return?"
He recovered quickly.
"The price shall be what you demand. I believe that to be access to the treasure room?"
Hot dog. Now she was cooking with gas. She opened her mouth to clarify the deal, but he raised a finger to silence her.
"The agreement shall be thus: This night you shall grant me the kissing of your lips. On the morrow, your breasts. And the next night following, you shall grant me the most intimate kiss of all."
A shiver ran down Bess’s spine and her lower belly tightened. Good grief! Did that mean no intercourse? Just… a picture of his ebony curls spread over her thighs as he took her with his mouth almost made her shiver.
She reigned in the sensation and forced herself to think. Why not intercourse? Was there something physically wrong with him? Was it a religious thing, like with Will?
The thought brought her completely back into focus. So, she had to pay with kisses to get access to the treasure? It worked for her.
"If I agree, you will allow me to deposit my lady's goods among the treasure?"
"If you fulfill our agreement, yes."
He would keep his word. She was sure of that.
Bess couldn’t believe her luck. His terms were not so bad. It wasn’t as if she didn’t find him attractive. Hell, if the dampness in her crotch was any indication, she actually lusted for him.
"You agree, then?" he asked.
Bess nodded, slowly.
"Then let us retire to my quarters for the first kiss." He extended his arm.
Bess considered telling him to take his kiss here and now, but caught herself. A chance to learn where he slept, since it had to be near the treasure, was not to be passed up, just in case something happened to flummox their agreement. Like he gets taken out by a cannon ball before the final kiss.
She laid her hand on his arm and moments later they reached his chamber.
He gesturing broadly. "Please, be seated."
Bess looked around. There were only two places to sit. One was the bed. She thought not. The other was a classic bergere—a large, low armchair with a curving back and thick cushion, upholstered in dark green velvet. It looked as potentially seductionable as the bed.
"I prefer to stand."
The eyebrow quirked. Damn him.
"As you wish. I but thought you would be more comfortable sipping your wine were you seated."
Wine. Quite the seducer. Well, she had no intention of sipping wine or anything else. Hoppers had to be careful about lowering their inhibitions and wine was one of those things that could make her do just that.
"My comfort is already in jeopardy by my presence in your rooms," she said. "Nor do I believe wine will alleviate it." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Take your kiss and let me return. I am weary from the day’s exertions."