Bad Boys Ahoy!

the marrow of her bones.

Unable to help herself, she stepped forward and offered him her mouth. With a deep groan, he obliged, gifting her with one of his sensual kisses. Charlotte melted against him, her hands drifting to clutch the powerful muscles of his shoulders.

'See?' he murmured, licking her parted lips. 'You are doing it again.'

Achingly aroused, she laughed breathlessly. 'You're a conceited rake.'

'And you're a brazen wench.' His hands cupped her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples.

She pulled back with a grin. 'You like that I am.'

Hugh leaned back against the railing and crossed his arms. 'I quite like that you are,' he agreed. 'Now would you like to go over your map?'

Charlotte considered him for a moment, from head to toe. He was fully, impressively aroused, and she was obviously willing, but he wanted to study the blasted map? She chewed her lower lip.

'Think you can keep your hands to yourself?' he prodded.

She narrowed her eyes, enjoying the game. 'Can you?'

He grinned. 'Shall we see who can hold out the longest?'

'A wager?' She rubbed her hands together. 'Certainly.'

'What are the stakes?'

'The stakes?'

'There has to be something in it for the victor. 'Tis the possibility of winning something that drives a man to gamble.'

'A tumble isn't enough?'

'I had intended that to be my prize,' he said with a pout.

She laughed. 'You can always choose the same.'

A dark gold brow rose. 'Ah, but my gain must be greater than yours, or your loss more than mine, to make it truly a wager.'

'You appear to know a great deal about gambling,' Charlotte noted.

'I've had some experience,' he said smoothly. 'So if you are able to keep your hands to yourself for longer than I, you shall win a hot, sweaty tumble. I, however, want a boon.'

She frowned. 'What sort of boon?'

'I haven't decided yet.'

'You're cheating!'

'I am not. Of course, you can always forfeit now and save us both the trouble…' He dropped his arms and stepped closer, enveloping her with his scent and potent masculinity.

'Oh, no. I won't forfeit. I shall win.'

He gripped her elbow and then gestured up the stairs with his other hand. 'Excellent. Let's begin.'

Her heart racing with excitement, Charlotte moved with Hugh up the staircase and to his room, her mind industriously considering all the avenues she could take to ensure her victory. The first thing she did upon entering his chamber was move to the fireplace and throw on more coal.

'What the devil are you doing?' he asked. 'It's plenty warm in here.'

'Truly? I feel a chill.'

Hugh shrugged out of his coat. 'If you want me naked, you have only to ask.'

'I thought I had. You wanted to look at the map instead.'

He shot her a mock glare, and Charlotte laughed. She hadn't had this much fun in ages.

No, that wasn't true. She hadn't had any fun in ages.

After removing his waistcoat and cravat, Hugh moved to the desk and bent over the map. 'Can you bring me everything you have that pertains to this?'

'Of course.' Charlotte left the room with a plan and returned a quarter of an hour later with her first salvo ready to fire.

Gliding back into Hugh's suite with a wide grin, she paused just inside the doorway, arrested by the sight of his bare back. He'd removed his shirt and shoes, the corded muscles of his shoulders bunching as he leaned his weight on his arms, his skin covered with a fine sheen of perspiration from the warmth of the fire. She sighed, thinking she could simply stare at him for days.

Without turning around, he said, 'Drooling again?'

'You are the most conceited man,' she muttered. She reached the desk and dropped the books with a loud thump. He lifted his gaze to look at her.

'Bloody hell,' he breathed, taking in the black negligee she wore. Held up with ribbons at the shoulders and completely sheer, it was an erotic confection she'd had for years and never donned before. The gown flowed with her, changing opacity, teasing the eye with glimpses of her nipples and the curve of her waist.

Charlotte brushed her fingertips across his full lips. 'Careful, darling. You'll drool.'

His brows snapped together. 'Cheaters never win,' he growled.

'I'm not cheating.'

His scowl clearly refuted her. 'Why don't you show me what you've gathered so far, so I don't waste time pointing out things you may already know.'

Shaking her head, she wondered why he was so determined to keep them out of bed and focused on the map. With any other man she might consider the possibility that the map interested him more than she did, but with Hugh she knew that wasn't true. He wouldn't be so frustrated if he weren't fighting the temptation she presented. Something was afoot, and if she wished to discover what it was, she'd have to play along.

Pulling the books closer, she grabbed the slender journal from the top and opened it. 'According to Glenmoore, he won this map in a wager while traveling through the Caribbean. He dismissed it as nothing more than a souvenir, until he was approached by a local man who swore he was among the crew that originally hid the treasure.'

Hugh stared at her with his intense dark eyes. 'What exactly is this treasure?'

'Glenmoore was never able to discover the answer to that with certainty. There were two tales. The simple one was pirate's gold. The other featured a love story.'

'A love story?' he asked skeptically.

Nodding, Charlotte turned the pages of Glenmoore's journal until she found a worn piece of paper tucked inside. Upon opening it, a lovely female visage appeared. 'Her name was Anne,' she explained. 'According to the story Glenmoore heard, she fled an unhappy marriage to sail the high seas with a pirate named Calico Jack. They were together for a time, but Jack was eventually caught and hanged. It is said that Anne, who was pregnant when he was killed, fled the authorities and hid his ill-gotten gains.'

Hugh rubbed the back of his neck. The pose emphasized his powerful arms and beautifully built chest. She licked her lips.

Good heavens, she was going to drool.

'Charlotte, don't you think-' He raised his eyes from the map and met hers. Then he groaned. 'How in damnation is a man to concentrate on anything when you dress in that manner and look at him thusly?'

'Why are you so interested in the map all of a sudden?'

Reaching down, he stroked his erection through his broadcloth trousers. 'I'd like to be useful to you for things other than sex.'

Charlotte blinked, then moved to a nearby chair and sat down. All thoughts of seduction and winning their amorous bet left her head. 'You'd like to be useful,' she repeated softly, awed by the statement. 'I don't believe I've ever had a man say that to me before.'

'Yes, well, I, for one, have never said such a thing before,' he grumbled. 'Being wanted for simple fornication has its decided benefits. And giving in to such demands is certainly less painful to a man's genitals. I blame the water hereabouts for this madness.'

He scrubbed a hand across his face before pulling the journal closer. 'Do you truly believe in this treasure nonsense?'

She watched him studying the journal, obviously sexually frustrated and yet determined to find a way to be valuable to her, and her heart softened. What an odd man he was. She couldn't puzzle him out, but then, what did it matter? She felt alive and appreciated, and this man was the cause.

'Charlotte?' He glanced at her and muttered an oath under his breath. 'Do you intend to assist me with this or