“Well then, what brings the enchanting and fearsome Brianna to my ship?”
Gavin Castleton was, by all accounts, one of the most notorious and rakish pirates in the West Indies. He leaned back against the closed door and grinned lazily at her like a cat who’d just discovered a bowl of cream.
She’d forgotten how darkly handsome he was. It was little wonder that she’d taken him to bed on more than one occasion. Gavin had been enjoyable enough—raw, rough, passionate—but something had always been missing between them. Whatever it was hadn’t been physical, but something had indeed been missing.
somethingShe had never been tempted to linger in his arms, to feel his heartbeat against her cheek or whisper stories of pirate queens to him, not like she had with Nicholas. There had been something de
