If he hadn’t already been sitting down, the savage torrent of his own response would have brought him to his knees. A harsh sound was ripped from his throat as every muscle in his big body clenched with the violence of his passion. He held her wrists with bruising force, but neither he nor she knew it. They knew only that the world was ablaze and they were the burning center of fire.
Between each sleek caress, each glide of velvet tongue against satin skin, Carla whispered her love to Luke; and somewhere between initial refusal and final acceptance, his hands released her wrists and his fingers threaded into her hair, caressing and holding and teaching her with the same aching motions. Every breath he took was her name, every heartbeat a hammering demand, his body hot, shimmering with leashed passion until he groaned harshly and could take no more. He lifted her, fitted her over himself and gave her what she had demanded, burying his hungry flesh in her, filling her with the sultry pulse of his ecstasy until the wild, shuddering release was finally spent and he could breathe once more.
"Think about this when I’m gone," Carla said, kissing Luke’s eyelids, his cheeks, tasting the salt of passion glistening on his skin. "Think about this and remember what it was like to be loved by me. Then come to me, Luke. I’ll be waiting for you, loving you."
16
"When are you going to stop this foolishness and call him?" Cash demanded from the hallway of Car-la’s apartment. His tone was divided between exasperation and concern, as was the look he gave her.
Carla glanced from the enigmatic shard of pottery lying in her palm to the dresser where the telephone sat in a silence that hadn’t been broken for ten weeks. Slowly she looked at the twilight-blue color of Cash’s eyes as he walked into her bedroom. His usual easy smile was absent and his jawline looked frankly belligerent. His sun-streaked, chestnut hair was awry, making its indomitable natural wave all the more pronounced.
"Call who?" she asked.
"Santa Claus," Cash retorted.
"It’s a bit early for Christmas lists."
"It’s nearly Thanksgiving and you’ve been home since the end of August."
Carla’s slender fingers curled protectively around the pot shard. She said nothing. She could count as well as her brother could. Better. She knew to the day when she had become pregnant: the last day on the Rocking M, when she had risked everything on one last throw of the dice.
And lost.
"Well?" demanded Cash.
"Well what?"
"When are you going to call Luke?"
Very gently Carla replaced the shard in its hand-carved nest, closed the lid and put the box on the dresser.
"I’m not."
"What?" Cash said.
"I'm not going to call Luke. I’ve chased the poor man for seven years. Don’t you think it’s time I left him in peace?"
Uneasily Cash assessed his sister’s expression. Carla had grown up since the beginning of summer. Though she had said nothing specific, the sadness underlying her smiles told Cash that the summer hadn’t worked out the way he had expected. What he didn’t know was why.
"Luke has been fascinated by you for years, but you were too young," Cash said with his customary bluntness. "By the time you were old enough, he had made a habit of pushing you away. To make it worse, he has this fool idea that the Rocking M destroys women, and he loves that ranch the way most men love a woman. So I threw in a set of winning hands and sent you off for a summer of cooking on the Rocking M, where Luke could see for himself that you weren’t going to fold up and cry just because you couldn’t get your nails done every two weeks."
Surprise replaced sadness in Carla’s face. "You set me up with that card game?"
"You bet I did. I thought the summer would give you two a chance to get acquainted with each other as adults, without me around to remind either of you about the years when you were a young girl in braids with a massive crush on a man who was old enough and decent enough to keep his hands in his pockets!"
"It worked," Carla said neutrally. "You weren’t around to remind us."
"Like hell it worked. We’re back to where we were three years ago, with Luke meeting me in West Fork for cards and beer and asking sideways questions about how you are and if you’re dating and do I like any of the men you bring home."
Carla closed her eyes so that Cash wouldn’t see the wild flare of hope his words had given to her. The hope was as unreasonable as her seven years of longing for a man who didn’t love her had been.
"Luke is just making polite conversation," Carla said, her voice soft in an effort to hide her pain. "If he really wanted to know about me, he would pick up a phone and ask me himself."
"That’s what I told him the last time he asked."
She smiled sadly. "And the phone hasn’t rung, has it?"
"So make it ring. Call him."
"No."
The word was soft, final.
"Then I will."
"Please, Cash. Don’t."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t."
"I don’t want you to."
"That’s emotion, not reason. Give me a reason, Carla. I’m fed up with watching the two people I love walking around half-alive. I was looking forward to a wedding at the end of summer, not a damned funeral!"
A single look at Cash’s face told Carla that she wasn’t going to win this argument. Her brother’s easy smile and warm laughter concealed a steel core that was as deep and as hard as Luke MacKenzie’s.
"Would you settle for being an uncle?" she asked softly.
"What?"
"I’m pregnant."
A shuttered look settled over Cash’s face as he absorbed Carla’s words. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Does Luke know?"
"No."
Cash grunted. "I didn’t think so. If he knew, I’d have a brother-in-law damned quick, wouldn’t I?"
"No."
There was a long silence while Cash waited for Carla to explain. She said nothing.
"Talk to me," Cash said curtly. "I trusted Luke. Tell me why I shouldn’t go out to the Rocking M and beat that son of a bitch within an inch of his life."
"It wasn’t Luke’s fault."
"That’s bull, Carla! He’s old enough to keep his hands in his pockets, and he damn well knows how babies are made or not made! Any man who seduces a virgin should have the decency – "
"He didn’t seduce me," Carla said, cutting across her brother’s angry words. "I seduced him."
"What?"
"I seduced Luke MacKenzie!" Carla yelled, letting go of her pride and her temper in the same instant "I came up on his blind side, took off my clothes and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse!" She took a deep, sawing breath and said more calmly: "So if you feel you have to beat somebody for a breach of trust, beat me."
Cash opened his mouth. No words came out He cleared his throat and asked carefully, "And afterward?"
"Luke felt obliged to get married. I refused."
"Why?"
It was Carla’s turn to be shocked into silence. It passed quickly, driven out by the same unflinching determination that had kept her from picking up the phone and calling Luke.
"I’ll tell you why, brother dear. 1*11 go trout fishing in hell before I marry a man who doesn’t love me."
"Don’t be ridiculous. Luke loves you. Hell, he’s loved you for years."
Tears came suddenly to Carla’s eyes. She tried to speak but was able only to shake her head slowly while she fought for self-control.
"Lust," she said finally, her throat so tight she could barely squeeze the word out. "Not the same, Cash. Not the same at all."