Friday, May 29, 2015

A Sexy Delight ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to the 94th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is A Sexy Delight and it can mean just about anything. 

Think about lovers committing to each other, no matter where they are. The stakes can be high or there can be no stakes. Romances are wonderful if there is little to no conflict as long as the love story is solid. 

People fall in love in many different ways. It could be on a date, at a school dance, on a hike, with the boy or girl next door, just anywhere two or sometimes more people or beings are drawn together because of that feeling called love.

Marko’s soapy hands on his torso ceased washing. He turned his head to her, but did not smile. Nor did he seem surprised or displeased by her stare. He studied her as if he was able to read her thoughts. His enigmatic blue eyes never left hers. A perfect, beautiful smile tugged his lips. Wet blond curls
fell to his shoulders and called out to her to smooth them away. Enslaved by his piercing eyes, she swallowed the lust in her throat.
The call of a seagull caused her to push back her memories and Marko’s hold on her. It was time for her to transform into a refined lady, not to reminisce or occupy her mind with nonsense. Today she’d use him to take her through the Pila Gates of Ragusa, and he would be free to go on his merry way.
But she had to admit, the crew’s attitude toward her had changed since the fencing match. It might be she proved to them their Captain was capable of letting loose to have some fun. The women seemed to accept her and took her orders with zeal now.
Feet resting on the wooden railing, rocking in her chair, with one hand on the helm, Marta nodded to her. “Need help getting into your frock?”
“I’ll manage.” Sirena strode past her, wiping her hair, and entered her cabin.
She wiggled trying to adjust the tight corset then smoothed the silk of her rose dress, yanking on the fabric to cover her cleavage. Good grief, this attire was for a harlot not a widow who should spend the rest of her life clad in a bombazine gown. But there wasn’t one of those mourning dresses on board. How many years since she stuffed her ribcage into one of these lace-up cages? It felt good to bathe, but this gown choked the air out of her lungs. Who could wear this enclosure and call it fashion? For once, she was glad to be a pirate clad in man’s shirtsleeves and breeches and not a lady
who had to endure this torture her entire life. Suddenly, the itch and discomfort of clothes washed in salt water didn’t seem bad at all. However, seeing her brother would be worth an hour of pain. What would he make of her appearance? Her mane of curls cascading down her neck, she pinned a small hat with two silk roses to her hair. That should do.
The crinoline, long chemise, and two layers of petticoats presented a challenge stepping over the high sill of the doorway. As soon as she freed the multiple hems that had snagged in the doorframe, she staggered onto the deck, and into Marko’s arms. His mouth dropped open as his eyes fixed
on her ample bustier, he blew a low whistle. “You could almost pass for a lady.”
The look he gave her sent tremors of desire down her arms. As he steadied her, locking his gaze with hers, warmth rushed to her cheeks.
“Almost, but not quite,” he said with a naughty smile, pulling the brim of her hat carefully forward so it would hang slightly into the view of her right eye. “Now you look perfect.”

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