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‘I’ll listen all you want once we’re inside.’
She shook her head. ‘It’ll be too late then,,’ she said, holding herself stiff, trying to stop their implacable progress towards the dark courtyard. ‘Don’t you see?’
‘Just keep moving. I think we’re all right out here, on the street. It’s too open, too visible. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to take any chances I don’t have to take. Move, dammit. Don’t fight me.’
She stumbled as he propelled her forward, through the wrought-iron gate and into the courtyard. A tendril of Spanish moss brushed against her face, its touch damp and unearthly, and she shuddered. Wisps of fog rose from the overgrown garden that separated the main house from the carriage house, wraith-like in the darkness.
‘Please. Listen to me.’
She cried out softly as he clamped his hand hard around hers.
‘Not a sound,’ he growled. ‘Have you got that?’
Tears rose in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. ‘James, I beg you, don’t do this. Don’t hurt me.’
He stared at her. ‘Gabrielle…’
‘I thought that you—that we…’
In one swift motion, he pulled her into his arms, his mouth parting hers for a quick, dizzying kiss. She heard the pounding of her blood in her ears, felt the thud of her heart, and then James put her from him.
‘Trust me, sweetheart.’
The husky plea made her want to weep and laugh at the same time. She had trusted him, that was how he had trapped her in the first place. They both knew that.
He had just chided her for it—did he really expect her to be stupid enough to make the same mistake again?
Or did he think the dark fascination that bound them together would make her compliant, even in the face of her own death?
‘Open the door.’ She stared at him and his voice turned harsh with impatience. ‘Come on, dammit, get your key out and open the door.’
She did as he’d ordered. The door swung open while her mind scampered in a frantic race for answers. They moved slowly through the foyer and into the living-room. There had to be something she could do, something…
She kicked out at him as the door closed after them. The cane spun out of his hand and clattered to the floor. He swore and she kicked again, her foot connecting with his knee. She heard the air spill from his lungs and knew he’d been hurt. He groaned her name. The sound was a knife twisting in her heart, but she had no choice, she had to stop him, and she kicked out at him again.
He went down, gasping for breath. ‘Gabrielle—you don’t understand.’
She stood over him, breathless, tears flooding her eyes, watching as he rose slowly to one knee. He was in pain: his moon-washed face was contorted, and the effort it took to rise was in his eyes.
He was an easy target now, no danger to her, not while he was like this.
Kick him again, her mind screamed. Get the poker from the fireplace and hit him with it. Open the door and run screaming from the house.
‘Gabrielle?’
The sound of his voice stunned her. All the questions a man had ever asked a woman were in the way he whispered her name. He grunted, drew a deep breath, and rose to his feet.
It was too late now. He was whole again, strong and powerful as he towered over her. Her heart skipped a beat, then began to race like an insane clock.
‘Who are you, James?’ she said hoarsely, her eyes on his face. ‘At least tell me that.’
He stared at her while an eternity slipped by, and then a smile transformed his face, changing it from that of a stranger to that of the man she knew.
‘I’m the man who’s going to make love to you,’ he whispered, and took her in his arms.
He bent to her and kissed her, his mouth warm, open, and wet against hers. She trembled as his arms tightened around her, moaned as he bent her backwards, his mouth still on hers. His hand moved over her with rough urgency and her blood surged in response.
He lifted her to him until she was pressed against the length of his body. His heart thundered against her breast; his flesh quickened and rose against the cradling warmth of her loins. She shuddered as his hands cupped her buttocks.
‘Gabrielle,’ he whispered, ‘kiss me. Hold me.’
It was what she wanted, what she’d always wanted. The desire that had always smouldered between them blazed to life, lighting the night with fire as it burned away her fear.
She sighed his name.
Her arms rose slowly and curled around his neck, her mouth parted to the silken thrust of his tongue.
James was a candle, she a moth eager for the heated embrace that offered life-giving warmth at the risk of flaming death.
She moaned softly as his hands moved over her. Her nipples swelled beneath his touch, blindly seeking his caress; her hips moved against his, beginning a pas de deux as old as time.
He cupped her face and kissed her, deep, passionate kisses so hot that they sent a dizzying weakness shooting through her. She fell back against the wall, taking his weight on hers, feeling the muscled power of his body against the length of her flesh.
She watched through half-closed eyes as he drew back and pulled off his jacket, then his sweater. Moonlight touched his face with ivoryr magic.
Her hands lifted slowly to him. He caught his breath when she put her fingertips on his skin, murmured her name when she flattened her palms against him. His skin was warm to the touch; it felt like silk that had been heated before the fire, and she made a little sound in the back of her throat when he covered her hands with his.
‘Now you,’ he whispered.
She looked at him and smiled unsteadily. She hesitated, but the night fire in his eyes couldn’t be denied and she reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head.
His mouth tightened with desire as he looked at her. She knew how she must appear, her hair dishevelled, her breasts clearly outlined beneath her silk chemise, and seeing the effect it had on him excited her.
Everything that was happening between them was new to her, but the instincts of Eve were in her blood this night; she knew ways to please him, secrets that were as old as lovers and time.
She put her hands to her breasts. ‘Kiss me, James,’ she whispered.
He groaned and bent to her, his mouth closing lightly around her silk-covered nipple, his teeth and then his tongue teasing her through the soft fabric. Gabrielle’s head fell back and she clasped his head to her, her fingers tangling in the thick hair at the nape of his neck.
‘James,’ she sighed.
He drew away the rest of her clothing, stripping them from her with hands that trembled as hers did, stopping when she was dressed only in the chemise and lace underpants she wore beneath. Then he caught her hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing the palms, wetting them with his tongue. .
‘Take my clothes off, Gabrielle,’ he said softly.
Her hands shook as she undid his belt and pulled his jeans from him, leaving him only in dark briefs that clung like skin to his narrow hips. She knelt to ease the jeans down his legs and her breath caught.
‘James—your knee. Your poor knee.’ It was swollen and hot to the touch, and her throat constricted. ‘I’m so sorry.’
He smiled and caught her by the shoulders, lifting her to her feet.
‘It’s all right, love.’
It wasn’t, she knew that. She had hurt him. Worse still, she’d done it trying to defend herself against him. She knew that, too. But James was kissing her again, touching her, stripping away first the chemise and then the panties, seeing her as no man ever had, and reality skittered away, driven out by a desire that thickened her blood.
The feel of James’s roughened fingertips on her breasts was exquisite, a sensation like none she’d ever known before. His lips followed his hands, and, when he drew first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, she cried out.
He stepped free of his briefs and took her into his arms again. His erect fl
esh pressed against her and she felt the room spin away.
‘James,’ she said, her voice fierce with urgency, ‘James…’
‘Yes,’ he whispered, ‘God, yes!.’
They sank to the floor in a tangle of heated flesh and limbs. James pulled her into the curve of his shoulder and kissed her everywhere, from her closed eyelids to her mouth, from her throat to her breasts. His tongue dipped into her navel, and finally she felt his mouth at her thighs, then at the hidden centre of her womanhood.
She cried out as he tasted her. Tears rose in her eyes and hung on her lashes.
‘James,’ she sobbed, ‘I want—I want…’
‘Tell me,’ he said. ‘Tell me what you want.’
She gave a smile so radiant that it made his breath catch.
‘You,.’ Her arms lifted to him and she sighed. ‘You’re all I’ve ever wanted.’
And even in the first thrust of his body, in that moment when Gabrielle left innocence behind forever, she knew it was true.
Gabrielle awoke slowly. It was very late—the dark night held within it a silence that spoke of the small hours between midnight and dawn. The sound of distant thunder rolled across the sky; a jagged bolt of lightning cast a sudden illumination into her bedroom. They had moved there hours before, when the floor became impossibly hard beneath them.
She looked at James, asleep next to her. He was lying on his side, one arm beneath her, the other thrown possessively across her body. How beautiful he was, she thought, how perfect.
‘Not perfect,’ he’d said with a smile when she’d whispered those words to him hours before. He’d kissed her, gently at first, then more deeply, and then he’d smiled. ‘If I were perfect, I’d be able to ignore this damned knee and make love to you again.’
‘James—I’m so sorry. I wish…’
‘Hush.’ He’d put his fingers lightly over her mouth and smiled into her eyes. ‘We’ll talk about it later. For now…’ His smile had changed, becoming a message for her alone, and he’d rolled her on top of him. ‘There’s a way we can deal with this knee,’ he’d said slowly. ‘Let me show you.’
Warmth filled her veins. He had shown her, and then he’d shown her other things, other ways they could pleasure each other. Finally, he’d taken her in his arms and pressed a kiss on each eyelid.
‘Get some sleep, love,’ he’d whispered, and before she had been able to say anything, he was asleep, his breathing shallow and steady, his skin warm against hers, and finally Gabrielle had sighed and closed her eyes, too.
