He lay beside her, his breathing as labored as her own. "Don't do it again."
She felt a frisson of annoyance through the haze of pleasure enveloping her. "Was this supposed to be punishment? I thought you'd learned you couldn't succeed in chastising me in this manner. I enjoyed it very much."
He stiffened.
"And I think when I regain my strength, we will do it again."
"The hell we will." He was silent and then suddenly began to chuckle. "I can't believe you. You're not like any woman I've ever met." He pulled her into his arms. "Thank God."
He wasn't angry any longer. She relaxed against him. "Don't the other women you bed like this way? I found it very interesting."
He kissed her temple. "But, then, you like everything I do to you. You're delightfully pagan… Kanoa."
He had not called her by that name since the first night. She felt a pagan when she was with him. This wild coming together in the erotic dimness of the underworld was becoming a sensual ritual she found irresistible. "But I don't believe I like to be taken in anger. It will be better next time."
"Will it, indeed? You'll have to wait awhile for me to recover. I'm not sure it wasn't myself I was punishing." He added dryly, "Someday I'm going to find a way to avoid being the victim in our encounters."
"It's very simple. Don't become angry without reason. I only turned my back on you. Why should it matter?"
"It mattered. It hur-It bothered me." He stroked her hair. "I found my response as peculiar as you do. I must be growing weary of this damnable arrangement."
She felt a pang at his words. "I don't have to come to you."
"Yes, you do." His arms tightened around her. "Every damn night." He paused. "But that's not enough. I want you to move your things to my cabin."
She went still. "No." She pushed him away and sat up. "I told you that-"
"I know what you told me. I don't care. I want you here when I want you." He pulled her back down beside him. "I want to reach out and touch you. I want to be able to have you when-" He kissed her roughly. "God, I wanted you this afternoon."
"Let me go," she whispered.
"You don't want to go."
No, she didn't. She wanted to stay and be one with him. But if she didn't leave now, she might give in to him, and that must not happen.
You won't betray him if you get up and walk away.
Lani's words. True words. Darkness and sunlight. Already bits and pieces of their lives were becoming revealed to each other. A casual comment, a question, every word brought them closer. She must not cross the line from passion into intimacy, or she would be lost.
She pushed him away again, sat up, and swung her legs to the floor.
For an instant she thought he would try to hold her, but he did not. She stood up, searching for her sarong in the darkness.
"Someday you'll stay." His quiet voice followed her. "Every time we come together, you yield a little more."
She found her sarong and hurried to the door, trying to shut out his words and his certainty, which frightened her more than any boast would have done. "I can wait."
"I love your hair. Sometimes in the middle of the night long after you've left me, I think I feel it brush me." He spread her long hair over his shoulders and pulled her down on top of him. He was silent a long time, and then his voice came out of the darkness. "It's not going to matter, you know."
"What?" she asked. The beating of his heart sounded like golden thunder beneath her ear, she thought dreamily.
"This. I can't let it matter." His hands stroked her hair. "Delilah…"
She was jarred from the euphoria. Papa. He was talking about Papa. Jared never mentioned her father, and neither did she. He was always there in the background, but as time passed, he seemed to fade in and out of her memory like a phantom. Everything was blurred by the fever of her coming together with Jared. "I'm not Delilah."
"So you said." His hands moved down her back. "Then why can't I let you go? I thought I'd grow tired…"
That had been her hope also. After that explosive night two weeks ago she had tried to convince herself the hold Jared had on her senses was lessening, but she knew it wasn't so. Lani had said passion seldom lasted, but she could not get enough. Perhaps there was something wrong with her. She had only to catch a glimpse of him on deck, and she began to tremble. She couldn't wait until she walked through his door, and she knew it was the same for him. He took her each time as if he were starved for her.
His words were muffled in her hair. "I don't want lies between us. I just want you to know. I can't let it matter."
But it already mattered or he would not say this to her. Despite his denial, she had reached him. Lani had been right: he was not completely hardened. It bothered him to know that the daughter of his enemy was bringing him pleasure. If she continued to please him, he might soften even more. She should feel happy, even triumphant. That she was neither frightened her. She would have to face that fear soon, but not now. There was time, and she instinctively sought to lose herself once more in the erotic realm that had become her haven.
"We'll talk about it later." She raised her head and looked down at him. "That's not what I want from you now."
He smiled sardonically. "What, a demanding wench you've become. No, conversation isn't what we want from each other." He rolled her over and moved on top of her. "I beg pardon, Delilah."
She closed her eyes to hide the hurt she should not have felt. She had only thought of remaining close to him; never had she considered it her duty to play the temptress.
He was inside her, his lips tugging at her breast.
She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the rhythm started.
"So tight… mine. Christ, so much mine." His eyes were closed, sensuality heavy on his face. She had seen that expression innumerable times in the past weeks. But the soft breath of a word that came from his lips she had heard only twice before.
"Delilah…"
Nine
"Bradford says we should be arriving in England within a few days," Lani said.
"So soon?" Startled, Cassie turned away from the rail. "I thought the journey would be much longer."
"It's been a very long voyage." Lani raised her brows. "Though it's understandable the time would get away from you. You've been very… distracted."
Lani's words were without emphasis, but Cassie felt heat rush to her cheeks. "It's not-I haven't-It's not true."
What was she thinking? she thought, shocked. He had always been the enemy, and that she had considered him as anything else only showed how dangerous a foe he was.
Lani smiled gently. "I wouldn't mention it, but he's a powerful man, and you have a great zest for living. Could he be leading you into dangerous waters?"
"He's not leading me anywhere."
Was that entirely true? Lately, when she was with him, she had begun to forget everything but what he wanted her to remember. Touch, scent, the beautiful rhythms of pleasure. A memory rushed back to her of that recent night when she had shied away from thinking of duty, pushed it into the background.
Betrayal.
Sickness churned through her. She didn't want it to be true. She wouldn't let it be true.
"Cassie?" Lani's soft voice that would never reprove her.
But she blamed herself. She had forgotten her purpose and remembered only the pleasure. She had thought herself strong enough to use Jared but had been caught in the web of seduction he wove.
But that didn't mean she had to remain in the web.
"I have to go." Her voice sounded shaky and distracted even to herself. She turned away from the rail and moved quickly down the deck. She had to escape and regain her composure before she faced Lani again. "I can't stay…"
The sunlight was on her face, brilliant, hiding nothing. Not like the secret darkness of the cabin where he waited every night. A shudder went through her as she realized that, guilt or no, she still wanted to go to him. How many nights would it have taken for him to make her forget her purpose entirely? No, she couldn't believe it would ever have reached that point.