“I don’t.”

He smiled at that. “Then what’s going on here, Willa?”

“To put it bluntly, I’m using you. Sometime around three this morning, I finally made a deal with my hormones. I promised to give them free rein for the next four days, if they’ll go back into hibernation the moment we drop anchor in Keelstone Cove.” She shifted on top of him, sliding her naked breasts across his chest—snapping his hormones to attention. “I thought we could use each other for the rest of the voyage. I would put an end to my sexual drought, and you would finally rid yourself of this foolish notion of marrying me.”

“I see.”

“And then we’ll both be free to spend the next three months figuring out how to break Abram’s will.”

“Let me get this straight. You’ve decided that a four-day sex marathon will give us our fill of each other, and when we reachMaine , we’ll go back to…business as usual?”

“Right. You have a shipping empire to run, and I have caskets to make. But in the meantime,” she said,

trailing her fingers in maddening circles over his chest, “we might as well have a bit of fun.”

Nowwhat in hell was she up to? “I packed clothes and food in my dry sack, but I don’t believe I packed any condoms.”

Her fingers started dancing across his chest again. “No problem. I’ve got that covered.”

“You travel with a box of condoms?”

“No. I’ve simply taken care of it on my end.” She gave his chest hair a gentle tug. “Yes or no, Sinclair. My offer expires in exactly sixty seconds.”

A warning growl was the only answer he gave, rolling them over until she was lying beneath him. He captured her maddening fingers and pinned her hands above her head, then brought his mouth down on hers when she started to protest.

He was done trying to figure her out. The lady wanted some fun for the next four days, did she? Either he was the luckiest bastard ever born, or Willamina Kent was even more naive than she was cute. Whether she knew it or not, she had just jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire—and sealed her fate.

Sam used his knees to spread hers, nestling himself between her thighs, and dove his tongue into her mouth when she gasped at the realization that he was also naked. And ready. And willing. And definitely able.

It was all he could do not to slide inside her right then. She tasted sweet, of jam and peanut butter. Willa had obviously eaten a sandwich before she’d crawled into bed with him, apparently in preparation for the upcoming marathon.

Was there anything sexier than a woman who went after what she wanted?

Sam broke the kiss and rose onto one elbow, which was as far as their cramped quarters would allow. He moved his free hand over her body while gently rocking his hips into hers. She made soft mewling sounds, wiggling beneath him, and he wished there were more light so he could see her face. Giving her a taste of her own sweet torture, he traced a finger up her torso, first over one breast and then the other—paying particular attention to her nipples—and then up over her chin to her lips. She wriggled frantically, her breathing growing labored as she tried to position herself so he was poised to enter her.

“Patience,” he whispered.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, trying to tug free as she arched into him. “You’re one of those guys.”

His hand stopped. “One of what guys?”

“Methodical. Slow. All touchy-feely.”

Sam forced himself to relax. He had to remember that this was Willamina; anything could come blurting out of that mouth of hers. “Is there some sort ofMaine trick I haven’t heard about, where people can

make love without touching?”

Her chest rose on an exasperated sigh, causing her nipples to brush his forearm. “It’s been five years . Get on with it already, Sin—”

He kissed her to shut her up.

She tried to push his tongue out, apparently not happy with his kissing, either.

“Now what?” he asked, wondering if this was ever going to happen.

“I want you to stop kissing me every time you don’t like what—ooohhh.” She moaned as he eased inside her. “Oh, God, yes! Ohmygod, that feels so good.”

Finally, something she liked.

He rather liked it, too.

He released her hands to prop himself up on both his arms, which in turned freed her to touch him . Apparently, the no-touching rule only applied to him. She dug her fingers into his chest, arching her spine and throwing back her head on another moan of pleasure.

She was warm and tight, and she screamed so loudly when Sam started moving inside her that he went utterly still.

“Don’t stop!” she cried, lifting her hips and straining against him. “Move!”

He moved.

She screamed again.

He stopped again. It was taking a toll on him; beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. She actually punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t stop!”

“I’m hurting you!”

“No, you’re driving me crazy! Move , Sinclair.”

Okay, she was a screamer. He kind of liked that, as it gave him immediate feedback on how he was doing.

Apparently, he was doing quite well, because the moment he started moving again, Willa started in again, her unabashed cries of bliss bouncing around the cramped bunk. Sam started to grin, but his own bliss finally caught up with him, and he turned his attention to concentrating on how wonderful she felt beneath him. They fit together perfectly, her beautifully curvy body cradling his, her uninhibited passion making his heart race. He could feel her coiling around him, straining into each thrust, lost in the grip of her building release. It arrived on a tidal wave of convulsing heat, her inner muscles tugging Sam to the edge of restraint. He

thrust into her hard and fast and deep, gritting his teeth to hold off his own release for as long as possible. Willa carried on for what seemed like forever, and when Sam finally lost his control, he pulled out and came on her belly. He collapsed beside her with a groan of satisfaction, cupped her buttocks, and pulled her body snugly against him.

She stiffened, bringing her hands up to his chest, to push him away. Sam gave a long-suffering sigh. Honest to God, the woman’s moods changed direction more often than the wind.

“What?” he asked, refusing to let her wriggle away. “Is it also against the rules to cuddle? I thought women liked to enjoy the afterglow. You’ll have to give me a play book so I know what’s expected of me.”

“I have to go check the sails. They’re fluttering.”

He lifted himself up slightly and listened, then relaxed back onto the pillow. “They sound fine to me.”

“And that’s why I’m the captain, and you’re not.”

He splayed his fingers across her back, still refusing to release her, and toyed with the dimple at the base of her spine.

She immediately arched to get away from his touch—which pushed her beautifully plump breasts into his chest. Sam kissed the tip of her nose. At least, that’s where he’d been aiming, but he ended up kissing her hair when she ducked to bury her face in his neck. Her cheeks felt unusually hot, and he suspected she was blushing.

“You’re not fat, Willa.”

She muttered something against his throat.

“What was that?” he asked loudly. “Sorry, but my ears are still ringing.”

She popped up, glaring at him. “Look, I get a bit loud sometimes, okay? It’s not like we disturbed the neighbors or anything. You got a problem with a little noise, Sinclair?”

His aim was dead-on this time when he kissed her nose. “Nope,” He gave her lush behind a gentle squeeze. “I like that sort of noise. It lets me know I’m doing my job.”

She snorted, but when she buried her face in his neck again, Sam realized her blush had kicked up several notches. Maybe he shouldn’t tease her, but damn it to hell, she was driving him crazy. Ending her sexual drought didn’t seem to have done a damn thing to mellow her out. The RoseWind took a sharp dip into a trough, and Sam cupped Willa’s head to protect her just as his own head slammed into the end of the bunk. “Cuddle time’s over.” He rolled onto his hands and knees above her, straining to see her face in the first shafts of sunrise filtering through the portal. “I’ve never sailed at night before. It feels like driving with blindfolds on.”