A Rogue And A Pirate

‘No need for that,’ cut in a voice that really was beginning to grate on her nerves.

Caitlin turned to Rogan McCord with icy eyes. ‘What?’ she bit out resignedly.

He strolled over to join them, enjoying a few minutes’ consultation with the mechanic about her car before acknowledging her presence once again. ‘I’ll drive you home,’ he stated arrogantly. ‘I have my car over there.’ He nodded in the direction of a dark grey Jaguar.

‘Like hell——’

‘Whew, English women aren’t at all as cool and ladylike as they like to make out,’ he confided in the mechanic. ‘They aren’t forgiving either.’

‘What——’

‘I offer to drive her home as an olive-branch after our argument and she throws it back in my face!’ He shook his head, his expression pained.

It would be even more pained if he didn’t stop giving the man who had introduced himself as Paul Raymond the impression the two of them were lovers who had just had a fight! They had certainly done nothing but fight since they first met, but they would never be lovers!

‘I think you should accept the offer, Miss O’Rourke,’ Paul Raymond advised softly.

‘That’s it, Paul,’ Rogan grinned. ‘We men have to stick together.’

The other man shot him an amused look. ‘I’m sure you would be more comfortable in the Jag, Miss O’Rourke, than in the taxi.’

Rogan gave a mock groan of despair. ‘Don’t encourage her, she’s already resorted to calling me names!’

The only name she had called him had been pirate, and that was proving even more true by the minute!

‘Perhaps you’re right, Paul.’ She gave him a conspiratorial smile as she thought of the home she shared with her parents, and its distance from town. Rogan McCord was in for a surprise if he thought he just had to drive around London a bit to her home, where he would be invited up to her apartment for a nightcap as a thank-you for his kindness.

‘Does that mean you accept my offer?’ He couldn’t hide his surprise at her unquestioning compliance.

‘Why not?’ she agreed. ‘Why look a gift-horse in the mouth, hmm, Paul.’

‘Right, Miss O’Rourke,’ the mechanic gave her a conspiratorial wink.

Rogan watched them frowningly. ‘Why do I get the feeling I’m being outnumbered?’

‘Probably because you are,’ Caitlin mocked. ‘Give me a call about the car, Paul,’ she added warmly. ‘Ready, Rogan?’ she prompted tauntingly.

‘Sure,’ he nodded, unlocking the car door for her before climbing in beside her, lifting a hand in parting to the other man as he walked away to get his tow-truck. ‘Where to now?’ Rogan prompted as they reached the hotel exit.

‘It will be simpler if I just direct you as we approach the correct roads,’ she evaded, secretly wondering what on earth had prompted her to accept this lift home from a complete stranger. Bravado and vengeance, she finally decided. Bravado because Rogan McCord obviously thought he had the upper hand, vengeance because after the drive he would have to her home, with no return for his trouble once they got there, she doubted he would harass a woman the way he had her for some time to come. She decided the latter was well worth the uncertainty of trusting him at all!

After twenty minutes of driving, Caitlin could see he was starting to frown, five minutes later he began to scowl, five minutes after that he began to glower.

‘Shouldn’t be long now,’ she told him cheerfully, rubbing salt into the wound.

‘Really?’ he answered with barely concealed impatience, increasing the car’s speed.

Caitlin grinned to herself, she had deliberately directed him to her home by the longest route possible, had even added a few detours to make it even longer. She was enjoying herself immensely.

‘Do you work in London?’ Rogan finally grated after another fifteen minutes’ driving.

She nodded. ‘I’m a nursery teacher.’

‘It’s a long trip to make each day.’

‘Is it?’ she widened innocently surprised eyes. ‘I hadn’t noticed.’

He shot her a look that was clearly sceptical, and Caitlin smiled back at him sweetly.

‘Here we are,’ she said a few minutes later, pointing to the entrance to the driveway that led to her home.

Rogan frowned, looking about him intently. ‘I’m sure we’ve already been past here once tonight.’

She was glad of the darkness to hide her guilty blush. ‘Don’t be silly,’ she dismissed briskly. ‘Just park in front of the house,’ she directed. ‘It’s a loop driveway so you can drive straight out again,’ she added with satisfaction.

He parked the car in front of the huge oak doors, glancing up at the elegant Georgian-style house. ‘Are you sure you aren’t married?’ he drawled. ‘I’m sure you can’t live here all alone.’

‘I don’t,’ she confirmed. ‘I live here with my parents. I’d love to invite you in,’ she added with obvious insincerity, ‘but it is late.’ Because of all the detours they had taken! ‘And I wouldn’t like to disturb Mummy and Daddy.’

Rogan looked at the house again. ‘I should think you could lose a person for a month in there and not hear their cries for help!’

‘Mummy and Daddy are very light sleepers,’ she taunted.

‘Both of them?’ he said drily.

‘Yes.’ She smiled her triumph. ‘Thank you so much for driving me home, it was very kind of you.’

He turned in his seat, his arm coming to rest behind her shoulders. ‘Kindness didn’t come into it,’ he drawled.

‘I know,’ she taunted, turning to open the door.

‘Not so fast.’ Rogan caught hold of her arm, pulling her towards him.

‘What——?’ Her question was never finished as his taunting mouth came down on hers.

Her head rested back on his arm as he leant over her, lost in the confines of his arms—and the magic of his lips. His shoulders felt smoothly powerful beneath her hands, his mouth moving against hers with insistent passion. He smelt of spicy soap and limes, his body warm as his shirt-covered chest pressed against her throbbing breasts.

His mouth became gently probing as he sensed her confused acquiescence, his lips moving moistly across her cheek as he told her how beautiful she was, how desirable, how much she excited him. Caitlin could feel herself being seduced by his verbal lovemaking, his green eyes piercing in the illumination from the lights beside the house doors, holding her captive as his mouth lowered to hers again.

They tasted, licked, nibbled, finally coming together with fierce passion, Rogan’s hands restless on her body, at last lingering on the up-thrust of her breast.

Caitlin gasped as he sought, and found, the pointed tip, caressing softly, until the nipple firmed and throbbed for closer contact.

‘I want to see you naked, Caity,’ he told her gruffly as one of his hands moved to the zip on her gown. ‘Naked and wanton!’

She felt hot, feverish—she was making love with a complete stranger!

‘No!’ She pulled out of his arms, her expression one of panic as he reached for her again. ‘Let me go,’ she instructed coldly.