Black Widow Bride (10 page)

“Old habits die hard,” she said, sitting down on the chair he’d drawn up for her and taking the glass of white wine he held out with a smile of thanks.

“Yes, I remember that about you. You always had a reputation for being professional in your business dealings.” He frowned. Her private reputation had been very different indeed.

A shadow fell across her face.

“What are you thinking?” He couldn’t rid himself of this compulsion to delve into her thoughts, crawl under her skin to find out what made her tick.

“Nothing,” she said. She touched the opal at her neck.

“Tell me.”

She drew a breath. “It was Aaron who drilled the importance of punctuality into me. Your comment made me remember how much he taught me.”

Damon forced himself not to glance at the pendant. He didn’t want to think about her dead husband any more than he wanted to think about his dead wife. He didn’t want the past or the future intruding. All he wanted was tonight—and the intriguing woman sitting beside him.

His woman. From tonight.

Until he tired of her. As he knew he would. It couldn’t be otherwise.

He moved his chair closer and changed the subject. “What do you think of the wine?”

Rebecca lifted the glass to her lips. “Mmm. Buttery. Like a good Chardonnay should be.” She held the glass up against the last rays of the evening light. The liquid turned to pure gold. “Good colour, too.” Another sip. “Chilled. There’s a hint of something else there…something slightly sweet.”

“Melon? Pineapple?” Damon found he enjoyed teasing her.

She slanted him a wry look. “Honey, I think.”

“Honey?”

Honey reminded him of that too-brief kiss they’d shared at lunch the other day. She had tasted of honey. Sweet. Addictive. He could feel his eyes darkening, could feel the heavy languor in his limbs as he remembered the desire that had forked through him.

Rebecca had gone utterly still, caught in the same intense thrall that ensnared him. She gave a shiver and rubbed her arms.

“Cold?” he asked softly. But he knew it wasn’t cold that had caused the rows of goose bumps that disappeared under the sleeves of her shirt. It was excitement. The same raw excitement that writhed within him.

She shook her head.

“Rebecca—”

“Where’s Demetra?” she interrupted. “Where’s Savvas?”

He sat back, forced himself to relax, to take it slowly. One step at a time. “Demetra said she wanted to see glowworms, so Savvas whipped her away to Waitomo. They plan to go blackwater rafting as well. They won’t be back until Sunday afternoon at the earliest.” He grinned wickedly. “There’s no need to wait up for them.”

“What about Jane? I’d hate to think she’s waiting for us to eat.” Rebecca sounded rattled. She took another quick sip of wine, leaned forward to set her glass down on the patio table.

He moved closer, enjoying her loss of composure. He wanted to see her abandon her cool, her poise. “Jane left about half an hour ago for the weekend. She prepared a cold spread. We’ll eat when you’re ready. The night is still young.”

“And Johnny?”

“Johnny’s gone to tea at his daughter’s—he is a grandfather twice over now. He’ll be back tomorrow.”

He waited.

She didn’t disappoint him. Her eyes widened, darkening as the import of his words struck her. “That means…” Her voice became husky, trailed off.

“That we are alone.”

She stared wordlessly at him, her eyes huge, dark and velvety.

He placed a hand over hers. Her fingers were icy. “Except for T.J.—”

“He’s…he’s sleeping,” she stuttered.

“Then, yes, we are alone.”

She shuddered convulsively.

He let his fingers stroke over the back of her hand, softly, over her pale bare wrists, up her arm. The sleek, silky material of her sleeve clung to his fingers. His hand rested against the soft skin of her throat and then he placed his index finger under her chin. Her head tilted up.

Her lovely eyes were wary, but beneath the uncertainty there was a flare of fire.

“You know what I plan to do, don’t you?”

“Yes.” A whisper.

But it was enough for Damon. He bent forward until only an infinitesimal space separated them. “I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured.

He brushed her lips.

Lightly.

It was a kiss meant to tease. Except it backfired on him. Instead of teasing her, it made him want more. Much, much more.

When Rebecca sighed, her lips parting, Damon could wait no longer. With a hungry groan he took her mouth, possessing it. He forgot to take it slowly, he forgot to be patient, he forgot about courting her. His tongue swept in to taste her sweetness. Like honey, wild and golden. And then he forgot everything as the hot fury of passion rushed over him.

He pulled her toward him, onto his lap.

Her body was soft, feminine against the hard planes of his, he was aware that she was moaning, and the sound spurred him on. To taste deeper. To kiss wilder.

After a while—he didn’t know how long—he lifted his head. His hands were shaking. He struggled with the button at her neckline. It gave. He slid his hand in and cupped her breast. Heard her breath catch.

The tip was hard against his fingers. He caught it between his fingertips, caressed it softly, circling the sensitive bud.

She gasped again. He covered her mouth. Devoured her. This time her tongue was wild against his, rubbing, playing, arousing.

He touched her, working the nipple, feeling the frantic bursts of shivers that ripped through her. He was hard under his jeans. Every time she wriggled her bottom in his lap he moaned, growing hotter and hotter.

His breathing was ragged when he forced himself to pull back.

Unbelievable. The desire that surged made him feel like a boy. Hasty. Impulsive. Out of control.

“Come.” He rose to his feet, letting her slide down the length of his chest, aware of every soft curve of her pliant body. Taking her hand, he led her toward the open ranch sliders, where voile curtains billowed.

“Where—?”

“It will be warmer inside, the sea breeze is rising.”

“What—”

Her eyes were wild, blind with passion.

“Tonight…I’m going to become your lover.”

She gaped at him.

He wanted her to know, to know who he was and what was going to happen between. “Your lover, Rebecca.”

“Yes.”

That was what he’d been waiting for. Her capitulation. Her total commitment. He wanted her willing, he wanted her wanton. Because he intended to make her lose every vestige of control, he wanted to see the woman under the facade. The woman none of her other lovers had seen.

He wanted her as far out of control as he was.

“Your skin is so soft.” His touch was surprisingly tender as he parted the final buttons of her shirt. He drew an exploratory finger across her torso, under her breasts, and a line of fire followed.

Rebecca lay on his bed fully clothed, only her sandals kicked off…and the necklace that Damon had removed with impatient, shaking fingers. Her head spun from the kisses he’d pressed on her mouth, her cheeks, her neck. Yet nothing had prepared her for this…

His touch.

The fire.

She caught her lip between her teeth, fought the wild sensation that arced through her.

“Tell me what you like, what turns you on. I want to know everything about you.” His hand slid under her bra, brushed across the nipple. She stopped breathing.

“You like that?” Something akin to triumph glittered in his eyes.

She suppressed the urge to nod and stared at him, hoping her eyes didn’t reveal what he was doing to her or how much she’d craved his touch.

But her body gave her away.

“You love it!” He drew that teasing finger back over the dark tip, and the nipple tightened, bringing a prickle close to pain. Rebecca groaned.

Damon pushed her shirt aside, off her shoulders, slid his hand behind her and then her breasts were free. “Beautiful. Such fullness, such softness.” He touched the curves with strong hands that were oddly gentle.

Against her will, her back arched, pushing her breasts into his hands. Damon stared as if transfixed, then his head dropped and his mouth closed over the peak.

The sensation that exploded within Rebecca was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It flashed through her belly, between her legs, heating her, setting her on fire.

A groan burst from her as his tongue flicked. Another flick. Another flash of fire.

A groan tore from her throat.

He lifted his head, and the expression on his face caused her mouth to dry. Desire stretched his face into a pagan mask. His eyes gleamed and the curve of his mouth was softened by passion. His whole attention focused on her.

Nothing but her.

This was the man she’d always craved.

She twisted her hips, and he seemed to know exactly what she wanted because he shifted so that his weight covered her, heavy and erotic.

The hardness of his erection filled the cradle between her legs as if it belonged, the other half of her. Heat ignited. She leaned forward, kissed his cheek hungrily, following the line of his jaw to nuzzle behind his ear, heard him moan and let her lips open against his neck. He tasted salty, male. She licked him, eager to taste more.

His big, strong body shuddered against her. He moved against her, the hardness beneath his jeans sliding against the soft mound covered by her satin black pants.

She felt the zip give, then his hand was moving in wide sweeps and her pants and panties were gone. A rasp of a second zipper and his jeans and shirt followed suit. Their bare legs tangled, his male and muscled against the softness of her thighs.

Her legs jerked apart. Instantly he edged into the space. The maddening friction notched higher, driving her wilder and wilder, up and up, heat and want and a ceaseless pressure spiralling within her.

Restlessly she spread her legs wider still.

“You’re hot for me.”

She didn’t speak, didn’t respond to his harsh statement, simply rotated her hips against him and tried to get closer, closer, so that he could touch the heart of her.

“You want me, don’t you?”

Something in the insistence of his tone brought her down a little. Opening her eyes, she found his face above hers, his blue eyes boring into hers.

“Say it, Rebecca! Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you….”

“I want more. Tell me more.”

More? She shook herself. What did he want?

His face was taut, sweat glowing on his cheekbones. There was no hint of softness. No tenderness. No l—

Surely Damon couldn’t be waiting for her to tell him she loved him. Or could he? Could she expose herself to him? Give him that kind of power over her?

Dare she risk it?

She tilted her pelvis, firming the taut connection between them. He gasped, closed his eyes, threw his head back.

“God, what you do to me!”

Exhilarated, she moved again.

“Why, dammit? Why you?” The cry was filled with ecstasy and agony. And revealed a vulnerability that she knew he’d never have shown any other time. A vulnerability she was certain he’d regret revealing later.

Suddenly Rebecca knew what he wanted. Snaking her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down to hers. “It’s mutual. I want you, too, Damon, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” she whispered.

“Anyone?”

“Anyone,” she vowed.

“Much more?”

“Much, much more,” she affirmed, her arms tightening fiercely.

He gave a hissing sigh and sank into her.

Rebecca cried out.

She told herself he cared for her. He wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t. Not like this. He wouldn’t be so determined that it should be…more…than ever before if it meant nothing to him.

This was something he’d never felt before. She had to believe that. Otherwise…

He started to move. She shuddered, opened herself wider, forcing the junction of her thighs close to him, trying to become one with him.

He lowered his torso, the contact sensitising her breasts until she almost cried out again. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, wildly conscious of the heat rising deep within in her.

The pressure where their bodies joined was growing…growing…the heat rising higher. She could bear it no more. She ground herself against him, heard him gasp, felt his shudders.

“I can’t hold back,” he panted.

“Come,” she whispered. “Come with me. Stay with me. Always.” He opened his eyes. She read confusion. She moved, slow and sinuous, and the confusion vanished. There was passion and heat in the blue depths…and something deep and unfathomable.

And then all rational thought vanished and the shivers seized her. She fell through layers of sensation, felt his body freeze, then release into pulsing convulsions as he came deep within her.