His lovemaking had made her lazy. Late morning sunlight illuminated the fine golden hairs on his unshaven chin. She’d once tried to count all the shades of his hair from brown to gilt and failed miserably. With her eyes half-closed, Carys traced the firm outline of Jack’s mouth with her fingertips. He was the first man she’d shared her bed in the cottage with. The only man she’d dreamed of loving there. “Shouldn’t you be chasing after Mrs. Forester this morning?” she whispered. Jack groaned, and his warm breath feathered her fingers. “I’ve decided that Richard is quite capable of taking care of Mrs. Forester.” Carys raised herself up on one elbow to peer into Jack’s face. “But what if Captain Fury finds out about what happened? Won’t he pursue her?” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His smile was so tender, Carys struggled not to melt against him and beg him to make love to her again. “From what I can tell, Captain Fury is motivated by money.
