Well Met (Well Met, #1)

by Jen DeLuca

I didn’t choose the wench life. The wench life chose me.

are not wed, we are simply pledged. For a year and a day, remember?”

“If we were wed, when night fell I would take you back to my ship, give the men a week of shore leave, and show you my appreciation very thoroughly, and in private. As it is, we are only pledged, and so I will show you my appreciation thus.” He reached across the bar for my hand, and for some reason I gave it. Never breaking his gaze from mine, he bent over my hand and his mouth lingered this time, much longer than it had when we had been performing in front of the crowd. This kiss on the back of my hand was intimate, and his eyes promised even more.

this dude has my giggling and kicking me feet

Typically women don’t mind when I’m on my knees in front of them.”

“Well, love. I’d be fighting for you.” His mouth was so, so close to mine, and his voice was low, almost gravelly, like he was telling me a reluctant secret. “That would be a fight worth winning.”

“I didn’t come here to fight with you!” I had to laugh at that, but it sounded more like a scoff. “Of course you did. What else would you want to do with me?” His eyes flared, and oh, no. I really hadn’t meant to say that. Before I could blink he had stepped closer, impossibly closer, crowding me against the bar. I barely had time to draw a startled breath as he took my face between his hands and his mouth came down on mine.

“I’m going to woo your ass off.”