Mariah's Prize
“asked Mariah softly, smiling shyly as his lips nibbled at her palm, his beard rough and his mouth gentle, and her heartbeat already beginning to quicken. She had always thought of kissing as a pastime confined to lips, but with Gabriel she was rapidly learning how little she knew about what passed between men and women and how much he could teach her.
“You’ve never yet given up your cabin to me.”
She turned her hand to stroke his jaw lightly, with just her fingertips, too unsure of herself to dare more. With the gunpowder soot cleaned away from his face, she could see the lines of weariness etched deep into his features, the grief for the men he’d lost that tugged his mouth downward even as he smiled at her in return. What she had seen today was nothing compared with what had been a part of his life for years. Too many years. He had first made war on the Spanish when she was scarcely more than a baby, and again , she felt the gap in their ages yawn between them.
“You tried to warn me ...before we left Newport that we’d be in danger,”MoreLess
“You’ve never yet given up your cabin to me.”
She turned her hand to stroke his jaw lightly, with just her fingertips, too unsure of herself to dare more. With the gunpowder soot cleaned away from his face, she could see the lines of weariness etched deep into his features, the grief for the men he’d lost that tugged his mouth downward even as he smiled at her in return. What she had seen today was nothing compared with what had been a part of his life for years. Too many years. He had first made war on the Spanish when she was scarcely more than a baby, and again , she felt the gap in their ages yawn between them.
“You tried to warn me ...before we left Newport that we’d be in danger,”MoreLess
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