“Really? I’ve never made the connection,” she said as she inspected a knightshead. Her voice came softly when she spoke again. So softly, he could barely hear her over the sluicing of water against the hull. “Perhaps I shall need more experience to see which aspects you find similar. The ride itself, or the soaring afterward.”
She walked away and left him standing there in the bow, unable to turn around without every man on board knowing his condition. The little vixen knew what she was about, for once he brought his erection back under control and was finally able to follow her, he spotted her halfway up the ratlines in a canvas bosun’s seat attached to the halyard, and a spotter watching her progress, and tempering his line. The sight caused his heart to stop because he’d never seen her
