Nothing Is Perfect

      Mason's heart pounded as he kissed his Pirate's delicious, rosy lips.  He felt her legs hooked around him, her hips pressed to his, and it made his hunger for her grow wild.  He wanted her.  God, how he wanted her.

      But not yet.

      The thought screamed through his mind, trying to get his attention.  Not yet.  He couldn't take her here like this.  Not in the damp dirt in the near darkness.  Not in a chilly, empty cave.

      No.  He couldn't do this.  He needed to stop.  Maybe he didn't deserve any better than this, but he knew Ilona did.

      But even as that thought made its way to the front of his mind, her arms around his neck pulled him closer, and his hand eased dangerously higher over her ribs.  He stopped it just in time but felt his other treacherous hand press his fingertips into the softness of her backside.  She gasped, and the sound only encouraged him.