"What did you do with my clothes?"
No storm could be as fierce as the one that raged in Alexandria's flashing eyes as she faced Drake across the cabin. "I demand that you return my things at once!"
His brows went up. "You demand? Careful, princess, your snobbish airs are showing. Remember, on this ship the only one who demands is me." He crossed the room, ignoring her as if she were no more than an annoying child that he had dismissed. He took off his shirt, then tossed it carelessly onto the chair. Alex gasped and turned her back. Tossing his breeches next to his shirt, Drake climbed into his berth.
"May I douse the light?" she asked.
He gave his permission and in the dark she undressed and put on one of his shirts. Her bare feet padded across the room. Then, a thud and a cry of pain.
"Alexandria? What is it? Are you badly hurt?"
When he heard her soft sobs, Drake reacted instantly, pulling her into his arms.
They became aware of each other at the same moment. He was totally naked. She was clad only in a thin white shirt.
She needed comfort. He needed more...