"And what else?" His hand ceased its delicate maneuvers and he grasped both her wrists strongly, his eyes seeming to run her through as he knelt over her.
"Let's have it in the open, Gabrielle. If you're involved in espionage, then we can have nothing more to do with each other after tonight. It should never have happened. I swore it never would again, but I seem to be in the grip of some madness when I'm with you."
His hold on her wrists tightened almost painfully and the glitter in his dark eyes intensified. "It won't happen again, Gabrielle. It can't. We say good-bye now."
"I'm not involved in anything," she said. "Talleyrand needs a hostess and I'm better at it than his wife."
"And Fouche?"
"This isn't his field of operations," she said. "His territory is internal not international diplomacy. That's my godfather's sphere. If Fouche's men are here, it's only as bodyguards."
Nathaniel looked down at her in frowning silence, still holding her wrists captive. He had no reason to doubt her… not this time. She smiled up at him, the gray eyes candid.
"Why would I lie to you?" she asked quietly. "I've had no part in spying since you let
"Why not?"
"I couldn't seem to find the stomach for it," she said with utter truth.
His frowning scrutiny continued for minutes, then he nodded. "Very well."
His eyes were suddenly hooded, out she could read the resurgence of passion in them as she could feel him rising hard against her thigh.
She reached down to enclose him in her hand, her fingers fluttering in an erotic dance along the stem of flesh, sliding between his thighs to play a tune of yet deeper resonance before guiding him within the warm, welcoming portal.
This time, with the utmost delicacy Nathaniel held himself poised at the very edge of her body before sheathing himself slowly within the silken chamber. He knelt upright between her wide-spread thighs and stroked with firm rhythm, watching her face, watching for the moment when the charcoal eyes would deepen to ebony and a look of joyous wonder would cross the mobile features. He knew her so well, he thought, every facet of her body, every play of emotion, every response, and yet each lovemaking was a revelation, a glory of newness.
Gabrielle smiled up at him, and he knew she was sharing his thoughts, that she too found each experience unique in its wonder.
Slowly he withdrew, holding them both on the edge of delight. Expectation thrummed in her veins, and he could feel it in his own flesh buried deep within her.
"Gabrielle," he whispered, and took her with him into the inferno.
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"How's Jake? I've been meaning to ask ever since I saw you, but something else always distracted me." She smiled indolently, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. "How was he on the boat?" She plucked a succulent stem of grass from the base of the tree and sucked it with the same dreamy smile.
Nathaniel grimaced. "The only way I could get him aboard was to carry him bodily, kicking and screaming blue murder. If anyone had been around to hear, they'd have accused me of torturing the poor mite. Fortunately, it was a calm crossing, so he quietened down; I don't think he holds it against me," he added with a wry grin.
"And you left him at Burley Manor?" She tossed aside the chewed stem and plucked a fresh one.
"Yes, in the arms of an overjoyed Primmy and Nurse. The entire household was frantic. They thought he'd been abducted. Miles had called in the Bow StreetRunners, and they were swarming all over the countryside."
"I can imagine," she said, adding casually, “is Primmy still there?"
Nathaniel pulled down a strand of foliage fromtheir canopy and tickled her nose.. "Yes she’s still there, Madame Interference. But so is Jeffrys."
"I suppose that's all right so long as he still has Primmy," she said, wrinkling her nose under the tickling leaves.
"Your qualified approval overwhelms me, ma'am." He released the frond, letting it spring back into the canopy, and dislodged her head from his shoulder. "It's time to make a move." He stood up and bent to catch her hands, hauling her to her feet.
"How are we to manage?" Gabrelle asked as she shook down her skirt. She was stunned with fulfillment, warm satiation flowing like honey in her veins, and yet the need to establish some plan of campaign before they parted couldn't be postponed.
Nathaniel picked up his cloak and shook it free of grass and leaves. "I want you to leave that up to me," he said, as calm and matter-of-fact as if they hadn't passed two transcendent hours under the moon.
"How?" She tossed her hair back over her shoulders, combing her fingers through the tangled ringlets. "Where are you staying?"
"In the town. Six Vilna Street I have lodgings with a widow."
"Alone?"
"Yes." He picked up her discarded cloak and shook it out.
Gabrielle filed this information away for future reference. "How will we meet?"
"At every reception, dinner, and social engagement," he said, draping the cloak over her shoulders.
"I mean, how will we meet?" she said, fastening the clasp of the cloak.
"Ah… is that what you meant? I didn't quite understand."
"Oh, don't tease!" Playfully she punched him in the ribs and he caught her wrist, clipping it behind her as he pulled her into his body, pushing up her chin with his free hand.
"I said, leave it to me."
"I'm to wait for you to tell me what to do?" The look in her eyes seemed to indicate that she didn't find the prospect particularly appealing.
"I may not tell you in so many words, but the message will be clear enough if you use your wits and watch me and listen to me very carefully whenever we're together."
He was quite serious now, and Gabrielle quashed the inclination to challenge his assumption of authority. It was his life on the line, after all.
"You must understand," he was saying in the same matter-of-fact tone, "that if I'm discovered at any point, then you too will be in danger if there's anything to connect us."
"You hardly need to tell me that," she said dryly.
"But do I have to tell you to be discreet?" He pulled up the hood of her cloak, tucking her hair away. "In public, there are to be no double entendres, none of your wicked looks, no indications at all-I mean at all, Gabrielle-that we have any interest in each other."
"What do you take me for?" she demanded.
"A reckless, wanton, lamentably undisciplined brigand," he said roundly. "Without a discreet bone in your body when it comes to games of passion."
Gabrielle grimaced, obliged to admit that she'd given him enough ammunition in the past to justify such an opinion. "I'll treat you with lofty disdain," she said. "Unless you'd prefer active dislike?"
"Ordinary civility will do fine," he said, circling her throat with his hands, his thumbs pushing up her chin.
"That's never been easy between us," she teased. "I'm not sure I'll be able to manage it."
"I'm serious, Gabrielle."
"Yes, I know you are."
He nodded and kissed her eyelids. "You'd better be on your way. It's already getting light."
"There's no law against taking a dawn stroll," she said. "Just as long as you don't stroll into town on my heels."
"I won't. Off you go now." He turned her with apat and thrust her through the veil of leaves onto the path. "And be careful of lurking stones."
"Why can't we meet here again tonight'" She paused, squinting against the rosy ball of the rising sun.
"Maybe we can. it depends what the day brings. I'll tell you if we can."
"Very well, my lord." She laughed and blew him a kiss, then turned and walked away, a skip to her step despite the sleepless night.
Nathaniel waited in the willow grotto for over an hour before following her. He sat on the grass, leaning against the tree trunk, his eyes closed as he rested in a half-sleep that he knew would be as refreshing as several hours of deep sleep.