The riverboat Desire was once a floating bordello with a scandalous reputation, known all over New Orleans. It's a ship that caters to hot, passionate ménage relationships as it follows the path of the moon along the romantic waters of the Delta. The Desire is a rich ship, and La Flame, a notorious jewel thief, is aboard to make the biggest heist of her life until her plans are interrupted by two of the sexiest cowboys she's ever seen.
When she stands before them in quickly dissolving soap bubbles, she thinks they seem like nothing more than two drunken riverboat gamblers who want to make hot, passionate love to her. She doesn't realize that, beneath their lace-edged shirts and diamond stick pins, breathe two rough-talking, rough-riding lawmen.
And she is their prey.
“Good evening, La Flame.”
She whirled around and saw the Morgan brothers standing side by side, Val with his Derringer raised toward her. “Oh, God, no!” She breathed.
“I’m afraid so,” Val said as he advanced on her. Grabbing her bag, he emptied it out and then searched her. Finding nothing, he asked, “Don’t you even carry a weapon?” Before she could answer, he looked closely at her face and then reached a finger up and rubbed at the black stuff. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s wheel grease. My skin is light. I use it to blend in with the shadows.” She looked down at the Derringer Val still held. “I don’t like guns,” she said, pushing the barrel away from her with one finger. “Would you please put that one away?”
“I don’t imagine anybody likes them too much, but they come in handy in situations such as this one.” Quickly passing his Derringer over to Clint, he grabbed a cloth from his bath earlier, soaped it up, and rubbed her face clean. His voice turned dark and sensuous as his eyes searched her face. She thought he might kiss her, but instead he whispered, “It seems we always meet where there’s soap and water.”
As she looked deeply into his eyes, she hardly felt it when he grabbed her cap and pulled, releasing her wealth of red hair. Seeing the look of desire in his eyes, it occurred to her that maybe she could use his feelings for her to persuade him to let her go.
“Please let me go,” she whispered. “I’m not dangerous. I don’t even own a gun. I’m not a killer, I just ... steal a little. I promise to get off the riverboat and never come back. You’ll never see me again.”
“What do you think, Clint?” Val asked while still washing her face. “Should we let her go?”
“Only if she promises to give the guests back everything she’s taken, and ...” He hesitated as if he were thinking.
“And?” Val prodded as he looked back at Clint.
“A little replay of the night we met her.”
Val’s eyes widened in surprise. “Clint, what the hell ...” he murmured, but his words slowly faded. “Very good idea,” he whispered seductively.
The look in Val’s eyes triggered an excitement in her that began to build. Her heart pounded wildly, and a hellish heat deep in her cunt turned her juices on in anticipation of a big cock she hoped would be penetrating her soon. The night of wild sex they’d had was always uppermost in her mind. She’d wanted it again in her mind, her fantasy, but felt frightened when she thought of it actually happening. With a slight tremor in her voice, she said, “If I do this, will you let me go?”
“We’ll talk about it,” Val whispered as he gathered her close and rained kisses on her neck and face. “Mmm, you smell like soap.” He smiled. “When I think of you, I’ll always remember those soap suds. Beautiful, drifting soap suds.”
Her eyes closed as his breath fanned her skin. She turned her lips toward it, wanting, reaching, begging for his lips while her working clothes were slowly being peeled off her. The moment they fell to the floor, he pressed her body against the wall and lifted her hands, holding them captive beneath his. His lush lips nibbled at her neck, slowly moving into the deep shadows of her cleavage.