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A warrior takes responsibility for his acts. An

average man acts out his thoughts, and

never takes responsibility.

—CARLOS CASTANEDA

Laz didn’t question his instincts. This time they were telling him that everything he wanted and needed was here in his arms. Daphne felt so damned right. Later he might find that she regretted this moment, but right now, he knew she didn’t.

Her taste was addicting; he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. Her lips were wide and full and when he kissed her, he felt consumed by her. His blood flowed heavier in his veins and his cock hardened against the front of his pants.

She rested her head against his chest right over his heart and he ran his hands up and down her back, wondering briefly if he should slow this down. Was it too soon for Daphne to be intimate with him? But then she tipped her head up and twined her arms around his neck, drawing his mouth back to hers.

She arched her back and he felt the brush of her breasts against his chest. The skimpy running top she wore was little barrier between them. He loved the feel of her body against his.

He traced his forefinger over the neckline, feeling the residue of sweat on her skin. She was so earthy and sensual. He had sensed there was more to Daphne than the woman she presented to the world.

And having her in his arms showed him that he had been right. Every touch of her mouth against his, his hands against her body, and her breasts against his chest just inflamed him more.

He pulled her top up and felt the bare skin of her back. She was so delicately built. He stroked his finger down the line of her spine. She arched against him again as he again drew his fingernail down her spine. She shivered and pulled her mouth from his. “That feels…”

“Good?” he asked, speaking into her ear.

“Ooh, yes!” she said.

She reached for the hem of his T-shirt and drew it up over his body. He pulled back from her so she didn’t discover the gun he had tucked into his jeans at the small of his back. He pulled her hands around to his front so that she could touch his chest.

Then he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor next to them. She wore a plain white bra underneath her T-shirt. There was a ring of sweat around her nipples, and for some reason seeing that mark made him groan.

He unclasped her bra and drew it down her arms, exposing her breasts to his gaze. He leaned down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped as his lips closed around her flesh.

She tasted of sweat and woman. The scents of her, the tastes of her were intoxicating and went straight to his head.

He cupped her other breast in his hand, rotating his palm over her skin, stimulating the nipple. He felt her hands on his shoulders and then in his hair. He liked the feel of her clutching at him. Felt the rise of her passion as she held him more tightly.

Daphne loved the feel of his stubbled jaw against her skin. She’d never felt so alive. For the first time she was making love to a man and not thinking about errands that had to be run or chores that still needed doing. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that her life wasn’t just routine anymore or if it was this man.

His touch was electric and for the first time in ages she felt truly alive, not like she’d become zombie mom and woman. So disconnected from being alive until this moment when Laz kissed her.

His lips on her breasts made her feel voluptuous though she wasn’t near that. Every inch of skin was sensitized and she couldn’t help moving against him. She wanted to feel his naked chest against hers. She wanted his large hands skimming over her body.

She put her hands on his back, hating the T-shirt that was in her way; she tunneled her fingers under the cloth to touch his bare skin.

She felt rippled flesh on his back—scarring—and she wondered what it was from. Her experienced fingers were telling her it was a burn mark. She wanted to ask him more questions about it but right now all she could think about was the pulsing ache in her center and how good his mouth felt on her nipple.

He pulled back to look at her. His eyes were glazed over with desire and his mouth looked full and so damned tempting. She leaned up to kiss him and he bent to take her mouth. She tipped her head back as he plundered it. She felt completely conquered by him and enjoyed every second of it.

The tepid air in the room stimulated her breasts as the moisture from his mouth dried on her. She closed her eyes because the feelings were too intense. She shouldn’t be feeling like this, not with a man who was for all intents and purposes a stranger, yet he was exactly the man she needed.

Laz felt familiar enough that she was comfortable with his arms around her. His hands slid down her back and into the waistband of her running shorts. She felt his fingers sprawled on the full globes of her ass.

“Damn, Daphne, why did you have to come into my life now?”

She shook her head. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Hell, no,” he said. “I want you naked.”

The sounds of crewmen on deck outside reached the first-aid room and she felt scandalized at what she was doing. Not enough to stop, though.

“I want you naked too,” she said.

“Not yet.”

He traced his finger over her lips. The touch made them tingle and she wasn’t sure what else she could do except suck the tip of his finger into her mouth and run her tongue around it.

He groaned her name and that was exactly what she needed to hear to know she wasn’t alone in a one-sided passion. Despite the fact that she was the topless one, Laz was just as vulnerable as her.

His desire for her was a powerful aphrodisiac. She pulled his finger from her mouth and put it in his own, then traced circles around both of her nipples with his damp finger. She shivered. She’d never wanted a man more than she wanted him.

She needed to touch him and reached for his shirt again. But he shook his head.

“Put your hands behind you and lean back,” he said.

She shook her head but he leaned down and took her mouth with his. Rubbing his lips over hers until she forgot why she hadn’t wanted to give in to him.

The passion he called forth so effortlessly in her was drawing her down a path that promised pleasure. He took her wrists in his hands and brought them together behind her back. Placing her palms on the flat surface of the desk, he then skimmed his hands up her arms to her shoulders.

Every touch of his big rough palms on her skin made her squirm. She ached in her center. She was creamy and pulsing and needed his cock inside her and she needed it now.

This was nothing at all like the polite couplings she’d had in the past. This was full-on lust and passion and it was overwhelming her, especially when Laz put his hand between her legs and rotated his palm against her mound. She clamped her legs on his hand but he still managed to move it.

His other hand was on her breast, pinching her nipple and driving her out of her mind. “Laz…”

He leaned down and took her mouth. His tongue slid over hers, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before biting it. She felt so vulnerable with her hands behind her back but she couldn’t move. He had leaned over her and she had to use her own arms to keep from falling back on the desk.

Finally he wrapped one arm around her and she lifted herself into his chest. He felt…so damned good, she thought. He stepped closer until she felt his cock at the center of her aching pussy. She rotated her hips against him.

It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm it wasn’t going to take much to send her over the edge. But she wanted…hell, she wanted Laz.

Now.

She clung to his shoulders with one arm and caressed his chest with her other hand. She slipped it on a path straight down his body until she found his cock waiting. He strained against her fingers. His hips jerked as she stroked him through his clothing.

She struggled to unbutton the fastening of his jeans and moaned out loud when his cock finally came free. He continued to toy with her mouth, sucking and biting gently until she thought of nothing else but the final penetration from him.

She needed his hot hard length inside her. She slowly lowered his zipper and found that he wore briefs. She stroked her finger around the tip of his penis, knowing from experience that the area was very sensitive.

He pulled his mouth from hers and moved his hands between their bodies. He freed his cock. She wrapped both hands around him. He was hot and silky smooth and as she stroked her hands over his erection she felt a drip of pre-cum on the tip.

She rubbed her finger over it, smoothing it into his cock. Rubbing one hand down his length, she reached even lower to cup his ball sack with her other hand. She liked the feel of his balls in her hands as she let her fingers roll them.

He groaned her name and it was like nothing she’d heard before.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her off the desk just high enough so he could pull her shorts and underwear down her legs. They got stuck at her knees but Laz didn’t seem to care. He just shoved his cock up tight against her pussy.

“Damn it, woman, I have got to get inside you,” he said.

“Yes,” she said, not objecting at all. She just wanted her pants all the way off so she could wrap her legs around him.

She shifted her legs but it was hard to get the shorts to move.

“What are you doing?”

“My shorts…take them off so I can put my legs around you,” she said.

He pushed them down and then stepped back between her legs. The feel of the tip of his naked cock at her entrance made her realize she knew little about this man. “Are you clean?”

“Hell, yes. You?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Protection?” he asked.

“Birth control.”

“Sweet Daphne, can I come inside your body?” he asked.

She looked up into his sea-colored eyes and nodded. But then she didn’t want to be passive about this. She needed to live her life full-on.

She lifted herself up and took his mouth with hers, plunging her tongue deep inside. The tip of his cock stayed right at her entrance and then she bit his lower lip before meeting his gaze.

“Yes, Laz…come inside me.”

He slipped the tip of his cock inside her slowly. Drawing out the moment when he’d drive himself home. She shifted, trying to make him take her faster, but he wouldn’t be hurried no matter how she gyrated her hips or grasped his buttocks.

Laz took his time with her and she then realized how much she needed that. She didn’t want a hurried coupling with this man. She wanted to experience everything she could. Lord knew this might be the only time she held him like this.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted her hips toward his. She shifted until she was able to gain another inch of his shaft inside her.

“Do you want all of my cock?” he asked.

“Yessss,” she hissed.

He slid home in one long driving thrust and she felt him deep inside her. It was almost too much as she felt her body tighten and her orgasm washed over her. Laz kept thrusting, which made the orgasm keep on spasming.

She grabbed the back of his head and lifted her body again, needing to feel his mouth against hers, but he turned his head at the last second and she felt the brush of his stubble against her cheek.

There was no pretending she was with another man. She knew that it was Laz who was taking her, and she loved every second of it.

It was hot and earthy and everything that she’d never been before. She rubbed her hands through his hair, wishing it was longer so she could tunnel through it.

She loved the powerful feeling of his hips driving between her legs. He suckled her neck right at her pulse point. She knew he had to feel the staccato beating of her heart.

Daphne felt his heart racing under her own fingers when she touched his neck. His neck muscles strained as he swiveled his hips.

“Come for me again,” he said.

She did. Just like that. Just hearing the rough, sensual timbre of his voice drove her over the edge.

She dug her heels into the back of his thighs and lifted herself higher on his cock, grinding her clit against the lean hard muscles of his lower stomach.

Laz bent her legs back toward her body, exposing her even further as he thrust into her. His hips hammered faster and faster, and as he leaned over her, he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking her deeply as he came. She felt the warm jetting of his cum inside her as she tightened around him one more time. Her third orgasm.

He fell heavily against her and she just lay sprawled beneath him. He licked her nipple as he lifted his head and then kissed both breasts before looking down at her. Bracing himself on his arms above her, he leaned down and kissed her mouth.

This kiss was as tender as the earlier ones had been passionate. “Daphne.”

“Laz…what is your first name?” she asked.

“J.P. Jean-Pierre after both of my granddaddies,” he said.

“Jean-Pierre. I like it,” she said, “It suits you.”

“You suit me. Thank you, Daphne.”

Tipping her head to the side she looked up at him in question.

“For reminding what the good life feels like,” he said.

That made no sense but he gave her no chance to ask any questions. “I’m going to need to clean up and get you cleaned up.”

He pulled out of her body and she realized just how vulnerable she really was as she lay there completely naked when all that he’d bared was his penis. It had shriveled, and as he turned toward the sink she realized she wasn’t ready for him to leave but there was no way she was going to ask him to stay with her.

She sat up and was about to hop off the table when he came back with a wet cloth in hand. “Lay back.”

She hesitated but there was something soft in his eyes, something she’d never seen in him before, so she did what he asked. He gently wiped between her legs, cleaning away all the residue from his semen.

“You are a beautiful woman,” he said.

“Not really,” she said. She looked in the mirror every day and though she wasn’t a dog, she knew “beauty” wasn’t a term that anyone would use to describe her.

He held his hand out to her and helped her to sit back up. He bent over, handing her shirt to her. She pulled it back on, feeling a bit awkward as she slowly redressed herself. She still had her running shoes on, she realized, as she struggled to get her shorts and underwear on over them.

Laz didn’t do anything but lean against the door and watch her and she did take a certain comfort from that. No matter that she wasn’t Angelina Jolie. When Lazarus looked at her, he saw a woman who was beautiful.

She finally had her clothes to rights and went over to where he was. She put her head against his chest and stole a little strength from him, because Laz had already proven that he wasn’t the kind of man who could be intimidated or scared and she wanted that. She hoped that their lovemaking had meant something to him. It had to her. It was another stage in her metamorphosis from half-living to fully alive.

“I’ve got to get back to the bridge,” Laz said.

Daphne straightened away from him. “Bob and I are going to try to radio our families. Our cell phones aren’t working very well. Is that okay?”

“Why do you need to radio them?”

What could she say? That she suspected him of being in league with the pirates who plagued the sea here? No, of course not. Besides she didn’t know what she thought about Laz anymore. She just knew that she needed to talk to her boys.

“I miss my sons,” she said.

“How many do you have?” he asked.

“Two. They aren’t babies but still I am used to checking in with them every day. And I want to make sure they are okay.”

Laz rubbed his hand over his chest right where her head had been resting a minute ago. “I guess I can’t say no to that. You have my permission.”

“Thanks, Captain.”

“You’re welcome.”

He opened the door and she watched him walk down the hallway. She wondered if this was the last time they’d be alone. This was a big tanker and he had a lot of responsibilities on the ship.

She wanted his mind on the safety of the ship. Did that mean she trusted him?

Given her track record with men, trusting Laz was a pretty big deal. She had no idea if she could trust him or not, but she did know that she was no longer uneasy about what he was doing last night. Still she had questions.

And she knew she’d get answers from him soon enough.

“Daphne, there you are,” Bob said, coming up behind her. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“You look like you have a rash on your neck. I have some special soap that should help. “

She flushed even more deeply, realizing that the marks on her neck had to have been left by Laz. “Thanks, but I’m fine. When I run my skin gets splotchy. It should be back to normal soon.”

“Glad to hear it. Are you ready for the radio room or do you want to clean up first?”

Considering she could still smell Laz on herself, she opted for a shower, telling Bob she’d meet him in a few minutes in the galley. It was where their team had taken to hanging out. Being up on the deck of a tanker was different than being up on a cruise ship’s deck.

Daphne took her time in the shower and then dressed slowly. She stared at herself in the mirror as she finger combed her thick curly hair. Brushes and combs just made her look like Medusa, according to her kids.

She didn’t know what she was searching for in the mirror. It was still her face. She looked the same. Not like a woman who was on the cusp of a huge change.

Changing was something she thought she was past. For the longest time she’d looked in the mirror and saw a woman who had it all. A successful career in a growing practice. Two children who were on the honor roll at school and the stars of their respective sports teams. A husband…that was the one that had changed her, she thought.

She’d always wanted to be a wife and mother and now she was an ex-wife and a mother and those words just didn’t sit right with her. No matter how she tried to change them in her head she’d been feeling like she was living someone else’s life. That this life wasn’t the one that she’d written for herself.

And now she knew she was right. Because of the encounter—that raw sex—she’d had with Laz in the infirmary she knew that her life had changed. The change she’d been seeking was a new direction for her dreams.

She wasn’t just a wife and mother anymore; she had feared without those labels she’d be nothing. Today she realized that she was still someone. In fact she was probably getting closer to her real self than she’d ever been before. Because she’d had her kids when she was young she’d never had a chance to figure out who the real Daphne Bennett was but in Laz’s arms she’d had a glimpse.