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He soaped himself all over, then squatted in the water to rinse in the same manner she had, cupping his palms to scoop up the water. When he was rinsed clean, he stood and looked up at her, probably to check on her, and met her gaze head-on. Jane couldn’t look away, couldn’t pretend that she hadn’t been staring at him with an almost painful appreciation. He stood very still in the stream, watching her as she watched him, letting her take in every detail of his body. Under her searching gaze,
his body began to stir, harden, growing to full, heavy arousal.
“Jane,” he said softly, but still she heard him. She was so attuned to him, so painfully sensitive to every move and sound he made, that she would have heard him if he’d whispered. “Do you want to come down here?”
Yes. Oh, God, yes, more than she’d ever wanted anything. But she was still a little afraid of her own feelings, so she held back. This was a part of herself that she didn’t know, wasn’t certain she could control.
“I can’t,” she replied, just as softly. “Not yet.”
“Then turn around, honey, while you still have a choice.”
She quivered, almost unable to make the required movement, but at last her muscles responded and she turned away from him, listening as he waded out of the water. In less than a minute he appeared noiselessly at her side and took the rifle from her hands. He had both packs with him. Typically, he made no further comment on what had just happened. “We’ll get away from the water and set up camp. It’ll be night pretty soon.”
Night. Long hours in the dark tent, lying next to him. Jane followed him, and when he stopped she helped him do the work they had done the night before, setting up the tent and hiding it. She didn’t protest at the cold field rations, but ate without really tasting anything. Soon she was crawling into the tent and taking off her boots, waiting for him to join her.
When he did, they lay quietly side by side, watching as the remaining light dimmed, then abruptly vanished.
Tension hummed through her, making her muscles tight. The darkness pressed in on her, an unseen monster that sucked her breath away. No list of compulsive questions leaped to her lips tonight; she felt oddly timid, and it had been years since she’d allowed herself to be timid about anything. She no longer knew herself.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his voice gentle.
Just the sound of his voice enabled her to relax a little. “No,” she whispered.
“Then come here and let me keep the dark away from you.”
She felt his hand on her arm, urging her closer, then she was enfolded in arms so strong that nothing could ever make her afraid while they held her. He cradled her against his side, tucking her head into the hollow of his shoulder. With a touch so light that it could have been the brush of a butterfly’s wings, he kissed the top of her head. “Good night, honey,” he whispered.
“Good night,” she said in return.
Long after he was asleep, Jane lay in his arms with her eyes open, though she could see nothing. Her heart was pounding in her chest with a slow, heavy rhythm, and her insides felt jittery. It wasn’t fear that kept her awake, but a churning emotion that shifted everything inside her. She knew exactly what was wrong with her. For the first time in too many years, everything was right with her.
She’d learned to live her life with a shortage of trust. No matter that she’d learned to enjoy herself and her freedom; there had always been that residual caution that kept her from letting a man get too close. Until now she’d never been strongly enough attracted to a man for the attraction to conquer the caution…. Until now. Until Grant. And now the attraction had become something much stronger. The truth stunned her, yet she had to accept it: she loved him. She hadn’t expected it, though for two days she had felt it tugging at her. He was harsh and controlled, badtempered, and his sense of humor was severely underdeveloped, but he had gently washed the snake’s blood from her, held her hand during the night, and had gone out of his way to make their trek easier for her. He wanted her, but he hadn’t taken her because she wasn’t ready. She was afraid of the dark, so he held her in his arms. Loving him was at once the easiest and most difficult thing she’d ever done.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ONCE AGAIN HE AWOKE to find her cuddled on top of him, but this time it didn’t bother him that he had slept peacefully through the night. Sliding his hands up her back, he accepted that his normally keen instincts weren’t alarmed by her because there was absolutely no danger in her except perhaps the danger of her driving him crazy. She managed to do that with every little sway of her behind. Reveling in the touch of her all along his body, he moved his hands down, feeling her slenderness, the small ribs, the delicate spine, the enticing little hollow at the small of her back, then the full, soft mounds of her buttocks. He cupped his palms over them, kneading her with his fingers. She muttered and shifted against him, brushing at a lock of hair that had fallen into her face. Her eyelashes fluttered, then closed completely once more.
He smiled, enjoying the way she woke up. She did it by slow degrees, moaning and grousing while still more asleep than awake, frowning and pouting, and moving against him as if trying to sink herself deeper into him so she wouldn’t have to wake up at all. Then her eyes opened, and she blinked several times, and as quickly as that the pout faded from her lips and she gave him a slow smile that would have melted stone.
“Good morning,” she said, and yawned. She stretched, then abruptly froze in place. Her head came up, and she stared at him in stupefaction. “I’m on top of you,” she said blankly.
“Again,” he confirmed.
“Again?”
“You slept on top of me the night before last, too. Evidently my holding you while you sleep isn’t enough; you think you have to hold me down.”
She slithered off him, sitting up in the tent and straightening her twisted, wrinkled clothing. Color burned in her face. “I’m sorry. I know it can’t have been very comfortable for you.”
“Don’t apologize. I’ve enjoyed it,” he drawled. “If you really want to make it up to me, though, we’ll reverse positions tonight.”
Her breath caught and she stared at him in the dim light, her eyes soft and melting. Yes. Everything in her agreed. She wanted to belong to him; she wanted to know everything about his body and let him know everything about hers. She wanted to tell him, but she didn’t know how to put it into words. A crooked smile crossed his face; then he sat up and reached for his boots, thrusting his feet into them and lacing them up. Evidently he took her silence for a refusal, because he dropped the subject and began the task of breaking camp.
“We have enough food for one more meal,” he said as they finished eating. “Then I’ll have to start hunting.”
She didn’t like that idea. Hunting meant that he’d leave her alone for long stretches of time. “I don’t mind a vegetarian diet,” she said hopefully.
“Maybe it won’t come to that. We’ve been gradually working our way out of the mountains, and unless I miss my guess we’re close to the edge of the forest. We’ll probably see fields and roads today. But we’re going to avoid people until I’m certain it’s safe, okay?”
