"I know, but it's a hell of a lot of fun."
"Not for me. I feel so helpless."
He hesitated and then his hands dropped away from her. "Touch me."
She turned and nestled against him. Her shaking fingers quickly unbuttoned his blue chambray shirt. Then she pushed the cloth aside, and pressed her naked breasts against his hair- roughened chest. He gasped and she could feel the shudder running through him. She didn't seem to have the breath to gasp. Her lungs were so starved for oxygen that they felt as if they were burning up. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him. She wasn't conscious of the low sound of hunger she made as she thrust her breasts against him, rubbing the sensitive nipples into the springy thatch of thick brown hair that roughened his tanned chest. The fiery friction made her cry out again.
"Easy." Gideon's voice was a choked murmur. "I want it as much as you do, but if we're not careful I'll just lift you up and take you right here."
"Okay." Her voice was muffled. "Anywhere."
"The lake." He was breathing harshly, his chest lifting and falling against her lips.
"It's too far."
He pushed her away. "It will give us time to cool down. I want this to last a long time, love. You go change into that violet thing you wore the first night and I'll get a blanket."
"That's an evening outfit," she said, bewildered.
"It doesn't matter. I want this to be special. Something to remember." He smiled beguilingly. "Please."
She stared at him helplessly. She was practically exploding and so was he, and yet he wanted to delay it? She opened her lips to protest, but that blasted smile was her undoing. Sunlit tenderness and little-boy pleading.
"All right." She turned to the door. "It's crazy, but okay. But let's hurry, dammit."
"Right." He ran by her and tossed back over his shoulder, "Downstairs in five minutes."
When they met in the foyer, Gideon had a quilt over one arm and an armful of towels in the other.
"Towels?" she asked. "We're going for a swim? I must have missed something along the way. That wasn't exactly the activity I had in mind."
He laughed with a joyous exuberance that caused Serena's exasperation to ebb away. "Neither do I, love. That's why we've got to hurry or I might be tempted to throw you down in the bushes and ravish you. The swim is afterward." He took her elbow and ushered her out onto the porch and down the steps.
The night was warm and balmy and heavy with the scent of jasmine and coffee beans, and Serena's silver heels sunk into the soft earth as she kept pace with his swift steps. She began to laugh helplessly. She felt young and crazy and more exhilarated than she had in years. "Gideon, this is absolutely insane. There are beds galore back in the house, and you opt for nature in the raw."
"I want everything perfect for you. The first time I saw the lake I knew I wanted to make magic with you there."
"Magic?"
"Lovemaking is magic when it's between the right people. I don't know what kind of relationship you had with your husband, but this is going to be better." His voice was suddenly fierce. "Ill make damn sure it's better. Ill wipe him out of your mind, if it takes a lifetime."
"Gideon…" She drew a deep breath. "I'm not about to make comparisons. You're probably the one who'll find me inadequate." She paused and then continued in a little rush, "I'm not very experienced."
He didn't reply for a moment. "I know you haven't had any lovers in the last two years. If there had been anyone on the horizon, I would have dropped everything and moved in right away." His gaze narrowed on her face. "Antonio?"
"There were… problems." She smiled with an effort. "Do we have to talk about this? I just thought you should know I don't have all the techniques down pat. I didn't want you to be disappointed."
He threw back his head and laughed joyously. "Disappointed? I feel like flying over the moon. Do you know how jealous I've been of that bastard?" His hand tightened on her elbow and suddenly they were almost running. "There aren't any techniques, only instinct, and we both have an abundance of that, don't we, love?"
Her spirits rebounded to reflect the same joy she could feel in Gideon. "I'll say we do."
They came out of the encircling palms into a clearing and Serena caught her breath. It was such an incredibly enchanting sight. In the moonlight the waterfall tumbling over the limestone rocks was a shimmering iridescent stream of silver as it poured into the onyx mirror of the pool. The dark encircling palms enclosed and imprisoned the jewellike beauty with a jealous intimacy.
She stopped on the moss-covered bank, mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the scene. "It's utterly fantastic," she said breathlessly. "I've never seen anything so lovely."
"Well, you can't paint it. Not tonight, at least." Gideon dropped the towels on the ground and then spread the quilt with a quick billow of material. He turned to face her. "Lord, you're beautiful. I knew when I first saw you in that outfit that I wanted to see you wear it here." He took a step, and one finger traced the silver-scrolled trim bordering the square neckline. "This shines in the moonlight, just like I knew it would."
She could feel the warmth of his finger on her breast through the thin material. "I thought you didn't like it. Eleanor of Aquitaine, remember?"
"I like it. I was just jealous of all the other men who had probably seen you in it." His gaze was fixed intently on the naked swell of her breasts above the neckline. "And I was trying like hell to keep from doing this." His hands slowly moved behind her and loosened the back zipper. Then he pulled the neckline down, baring her breasts completely. The silver banded bodice kept them high and saucy in the moonlight, the pale globes a voluptuous invitation. "Beautiful." His voice was harsh and thick and his eyes blazing hotly as they looked at her. "But it can be improved."
He slowly lowered his head and his tongue flicked teasingly at the nipple and then enclosed it in his mouth, suckling strongly.
Serena cried out, arching mindlessly toward him. She couldn't breathe. Her bones were melting. The entire world was melting.
His mouth moved to the other breast but his hand remained on the one he had abandoned, plucking at her nipple with thumb and finger. His lips left her and he took a step backward. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were smoky with need as he looked down at his handiwork. "That's what I wanted to see. Pointed, glistening, mine." He pulled her close, rubbing her newly aroused breasts against his chest.
The springy hair teased her unbearably and she shivered. "I can't take much more," she whispered. Her nails dug into his shoulder as his hips moved to brush her with his heated arousal. "Gideon…"
"I can't either." His voice was choked. "I wanted to go slow, but I can't…" His hands were fumbling for the bottom of the tunic and he stepped back to pull it over her head with one swift movement.
He unfastened the closure of the silk trousers and dropped to his knees before her. He hooked his thumb in the waistband and slowly pulled the silk down over her hips. As her naked flesh came into view he chuckled, "You're ready for me."
"This outfit was your idea. I was in a hurry." She felt his lips on the tender flesh of her belly and swayed helplessly. The soft breeze was touching her breasts and Gideon's lips were an even more maddening arousal.
His warm palm was suddenly cupping her, his thumb toying with the tight curls surrounding her womanhood. "Damn, you're sweet here. I want to play and…" His lips brushed her. Searing heat. She cried out and swayed toward him. His head lifted. "It's too late. I've got to have you now."
"Thank heavens." Serena stepped out of the silk pajama bottoms and slipped off her sandals. Then she sat down on the blanket and watched him as he stripped. She felt no embarrassment at her total nudity. It was as if she had sat waiting for him to come to her a thousand times before. Her gaze ran over him in primitive enjoyment. Gideon was beautiful. Slim and yet sleekly muscled, his broad shoulders speaking of power and masculine strength. His buttocks were tight as a spring and his thighs a work of art. She would like to paint him someday, she thought dreamily, but not now. Now she only wanted to touch him, run her hands over those smooth muscles, and have him touch her.