Her smile was watery, and filled with such heart-wrenching love and warmth, his own eyes stung. “I’m making love to you,” she whispered. “Do you like it?”
“No,” he lied, his voice as harsh as his breathing. Closing his eyes so he couldn’t see her delectable body didn’t help. He could still feel her. “Uncuff me.”
“I love you,” she whispered again. “I’ll never stop, you know. You can trust me.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll just have to keep telling you,” she said gently. “And showing you.” Forcing the issue, she rose up and sank onto him with tantalizing slowness, taking him into her, one glorious inch at a time. “And showing, and showing…”
He moaned, grabbed her hip with his hand, but instead of pushing her away, he drove into her again, hard and deep.
Her cry of triumph washed over him. “I love you,” she gasped, gripping his shoulders. “So much.”
“Just don’t stop,” he entreated, then moaned low in his throat when she rocked her hips. His fingers touched her intimately, desperate to bring her to the same pitch of arousal he was at. Almost immediately her muscles clenched around him and she cried out, lost in her release. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, he thought, dazed, staring up at her. He’d never experienced anything like this. Blood pounded through his body, claimed his senses.
Her fingers dug into his chest as she braced herself on shaking arms and looked down at him, eyes glazed. “Your turn,” she whispered.
No, he tried to say. No. “Yes,” he said thickly, plunging into her once, twice, a third time. And despite his intentions, his body rejoiced. His emotions shattered. His heart opened, his wounded soul stirred, and as he burst into oblivion he heard himself call out her name, heard her own helpless response as she shuddered and came again.
When he could open his eyes, he realized Trisha lay collapsed in a damp heap on top of him, trembling. He shook, too, though the slight weight of her soothed him beyond belief. He went to wrap his arms around her.
And came up against the steel handcuffs.
At the clank of steel, Trisha stiffened, then rose off him, studiously avoiding his gaze. Without a word, she reached up and pressed the lever on the cuff. They snapped open.
He’d never been locked in.
Before he could reach for her, she’d scooped up her clothes and left the room.
“So much for your promise to never leave me,” Hunter said lightly a minute later, when he found her sitting in a tight ball on the porch bench.
She didn’t answer.
It started low in his belly, the first stirring of an anger he rarely acknowledged. To calm himself, he looked around.
Night had fallen, the full moon allowing him a good view of her drawn face. But she didn’t move, didn’t look at him, and he found himself simmering. “Do I need to handcuff and seduce you to get you to talk?”
Her eyes closed. “I’m sorry.”
The way she’d withdrawn into herself, when he wanted – no, needed – answers only further angered him. “Trisha, what the hell just happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” he asked, amazed. “You -” The air whooshed out of his lungs. “You don’t know.”
She shook her head miserably, and though it rarely happened, he did indeed lose his calm. “Dammit, you sure as hell do! I’m beginning to see that you always know exactly what you’re doing, no matter how it looks. Beneath that flighty, lackadaisical exterior lives a woman who knows exactly what she wants.”
She flinched. “I deserved that.”
Hunter, still stunned by what had been the most sensuous, erotic experience of his life, sank to the bench beside her. He felt so many things, he didn’t know where to start, but his anger seemed as good a place as any. “You tied me to your bed to get your way,” he said, still disbelieving.
“Not tied, exactly.”
In spite of himself, he flushed. To be so caught up in the passion she had engendered in him… so enslaved to feelings that he never realized he could have freed himself – it mortified him. “I think I should be furious.”
“Yes,” she said dully. “You should.”
Oh, he was angry, all right, but so much more as well. “Strange as this is to say since it’s the least of my worries right now, all I can think is: How many men have you done that to?”
Her head jerked up in surprise as she at last looked at him. “Not that I expect you to believe me, but you’re the first, Hunter.”
“That’s something, I suppose,” he said with a sigh, looking down at his wrist and remembering what it had been like to be helplessly aroused when he didn’t want to be… and how that very feeling had turned him on even more.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered suddenly. “It was very wrong, and I’m so sorry.” She hid her face in her hands. “I’m so embarrassed. I don’t suppose you’ll just go away?”
He laughed shortly. “You tied me up – or let me think I was tied up – seduced me until I was begging you, and now you’re embarrassed?”
Her voice was muffled by her hands. “Can’t we just forget it?”
He’d never forget it. “I doubt that.” Each moment that passed saw him madder – at himself. He’d done this to himself, and now it had to stop. He couldn’t let her go on feeling the way she thought she felt about him. Not when he wouldn’t let himself return those feelings. To do so would be a big mistake.
Yet he couldn’t stop himself from asking to hear it again, to watch her when she told him how she felt. Slowly, he turned her to him. “You said you loved me.”
“I do.”
So simple. So easy. So genuine, he wanted suddenly, inexplicably, to cry. His anger couldn’t hold up in the face of this. “How -” He had to clear his throat. “How do you know?”
Unbearable sorrow stared at him from her dark eyes. “I just do.”
Couldn’t she see that wasn’t enough? “How?” he demanded roughly. “How do you ‘just know’?”
Her shoulders lifted helplessly. “Because you’re never not in my thoughts. I think about you until I can’t get anything else done, then I think about you some more. I see you and my heart starts pounding for no reason… until you look at me. Then I melt, just completely melt.” She inhaled deeply and shook her head, as if amused at herself. “All you have to do is say my name and I get warm and shivery at the same time.”
“It’s lust,” he whispered.
“No,” she denied. “Lust is different from this. Lust is just the flesh.” She lifted a hand to her chest. “Every part of me – my body, my heart, my soul – they all crave you, Hunter. It’s never been like that for me before, and while that’s scary, it just feels right. So very right. For the first time in my life I feel happy, sated, relaxed. And terrified.”
He let his breath out slowly. “Well, I understand the terrified part pretty well.”
She shrugged, her cheeks a little red, as if her admission had embarrassed her. “I guess you don’t understand the rest.”
“That’s not true. I feel some of those things, I had just hoped it was a bad strain of the flu. Something that would pass.” Though he had an unnerving suspicion that it wouldn’t.
She let out a little laugh, then fell silent.
He wanted to do several things at once; wanted to throttle her and make her take back the words she’d said, the words he knew he’d never forget. Those three little words that had struck panic in his heart. He also, ridiculous as it seemed, wanted to get down on his knees and beg her to say them again, wanted to know those feelings weren’t just a response to the physical attraction between them. Wanted to know she’d feel that way forever.