Seduced by the Sailor
Sheltered barmaid Layla Steinwall isn’t interested in having a husband…until Captain “Wolf” Warren Seawolf comes calling to her family’s tavern. Immediately attracted to his imposing, experienced body, Layla cannot resist when he insists on having her for his very own—no matter the cost.
Layla will surrender her inexperienced, fertile body to the much older sea captain!
“I don’t think that’s true, lassie. My cock has gotten me into enough trouble.” A mischievous smile slides across his face, and I wonder if he’s thinking of fucking me, as I am. “At least I am married to the sea. She has been a good wife to me.”
“Hmmph.” A spark of jealousy flares within me. Jealousy! I barely know the man, and yet, here I am, feeling jealous about the water.
He drops his voice again and stands from the bar. “I could show you just what trouble my cock can be for your sweet cunt.”
I draw a sharp breath and lean against the counter as I turn a color deeper than the house red. At first, I’m not sure I’ve heard him right. But the dark, seductive look on his face makes it clear. Captain Wolf wants to steal my virginity and fuck me.
My instinct frightens me more than the proposition. I’ve never been with a man, much less an older man. Wolf would surely know how to…
But to ask me in such an undignified way, after I’ve already been embarrassed enough tonight? It isn’t proper. It isn’t right!
I want it to be right.
Red-faced and stiff-lipped, I gesture to the nearest barmaid to take over for me and rush to the back of the tavern, and out the back door. The cold air bites my face as I press myself against the building.
Stupid. I’m just a stupid, stupid girl. Why did I think this man would be any different than the ones at the bar every night? They just want one night with me, a quick romp in a seedy room, and then they’d be done with me. I want…I want…
Wolf has followed me outside. It’s late and other than some drunken revelry somewhere around the corner, we are alone. “Layla, wait! I did not mean to offend.”
“Save it for the fish,” I snap.
I turn to leave but he grabs my arm. I glower at him as his firm touch sends a rush of desire through me. He has an uncanny knack for infuriating me and capturing my lust for him all in one breath. But I must resist him. Like he said, he is surely trouble.
“I want you,” he says in a dark, low voice.