Part 19 (1/2)

”While I'll admit you're more than tempting, and distracting, I'm not in shape to feel very s.e.xy, Rio.” It was a blatant lie. Rachael had never felt s.e.xier in her life. She sighed heavily. ”It scares me when you go off like that. I'm really afraid something might happen to you. It's not like I'm in any shape to go charging to the rescue.”

Rio could only stare in silence. Her admission made him feel helpless and vulnerable. No one worried about him. No one cared that much if he made it back to his house at night. He fully expected to die in a fight someday and he doubted if more than a handful of men would mourn his pa.s.sing, and that would be a brief salute to his marksman abilities. Rachael looked at him with the world s.h.i.+ning in her eyes. A gift. A treasure. And he was certain she was completely unaware of it.

”I'm sorry I frightened you, Rachael,” he murmuredsoftly and shut the door on the night-closed the door on his freedom. ”I had some things to think about. I went for a run.”

”Yes, well, while you were gone, we had a little visit from your friendly neighborhood leopard. Fortunately it was on its best behavior so I didn't shoot it. You may notice I'm choosing humor and bravado rather than cla.s.sic hysteria.

Although I thought long and hard about the hysteria.”

He could feel the grin forming. It started in his gut and spread warmth through his body. ”I appreciate the sacrifice. I'm not certain what I'd do with hysteria. It may be beyond my coping abilities.”

”I seriously doubt anything is beyond your coping abilities. Did I upset you earlier? Is that why you couldn't sleep?”

Rio crossed to the basin as he always did after his nightly disappearances, his muscles flowing like water as he moved through the house without a whisper of sound. He remembered to light a candle, knowing she liked the scent of it. The flame flickered and set shadows dancing on the wall. ”I thought a lot about what you said, that I wasn't willing to tell you about myself. Maybe you were right.

I love the way you look at me. I haven't ever had anyone look at me the way that you do. It's hard to think of giving that up, or taking a chance of never seeing it again because you won't look at me the same way after I talk to you about who and what I really am.”

She always did the unexpected. Rachael laughed softly. ”And you must have forgotten who you're talking to, Rio. The woman with the million-dollar price on her head. Has it occurred to you, I'm a pariah in society?”

”I know exactly whom I'm talking to,” he said.

Rachael stretched her leg out in front of her, careful not to jar it. She had to use both hands, even the broken one, in order to ease her leg fully off the bed.

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immediately drew his attention. Rio half turned, a small frown on his face. ”Are you going somewhere?”

”Just stretching. I thought you could make me one of those drinks. I'm getting addicted to them. What do you put in them, anyway? Just for future reference, you understand.” She straightened her s.h.i.+rt, pulled at the tails to try to cover her bare thighs. The edges were gaping open over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and she awkwardly tried to b.u.t.ton it with one hand.

Rio dragged on a pair of jeans before crossing over to the bed. ”The drink is made from fruit nectar and whatever fruit I happen to harvest that morning.” He hunkered down beside her and reached for the edges of the s.h.i.+rt-his s.h.i.+rt. It looked completely different on her. His knuckles brushed her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He could feel warmth and velvet-soft flesh. His knuckles lingered, deliberately rubbed gently. He hadn't planned to take advantage, it just happened. He couldn't resist the temptation. He looked up at her face, his fingers curled around the edges of his s.h.i.+rt.

Rachael was instantly trapped in the vivid intensity of his gaze. She fell, tumbled, dropped into his gazevLeaned into him in invitation. His mouth took possession of hers, a fusing together, wild and tumultuous, neither quite in control. His fingers moved between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, sliding the b.u.t.ton aside to allow his hands to cup the soft weight. She gasped, arched into his palm, pushed closer, her body every bit as sensitive as in her catlike dream. She needed his touch, ached for it, dreamed of it. Was familiar with it. His mouth was pure male, driving every thought from her head so that she simply wound her arms around his neck and held him to her.

His lips blazed a trail of fire from her mouth to her chin. His teeth nibbled, moved lower to her throat, his tongue swirling along her skin just to taste her.

Rachael cried out when his mouth settled over her breast, when his fingers tangled in her hair, when he spread a blazing fire through her body.

”Why did you have to put your jeans on this one time?”

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Rachael complained, her voice breathless. ”Just this once, wouldn't it be all right to forget everything and just be together?” The ache and the need were raw. She heard it and knew he did too.

”d.a.m.n it, Rachael.” His tongue swirled over her taut nipple. He rested his forehead against her sternum, his breath warm on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Did you have to make me think? If I take advantage of you while you're injured and you can't walk away, how are you going to feel tomorrow when you have to hear everything I have to say?”

His hands cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, thumbs stroking, his mouth hot and moist and filled with pa.s.sion as he suckled, just one more time. His body was so full and painful he moaned, an involuntary protest against the tight material covering his erection.

Rachael tugged at his zipper, thankful he wasn't wearing his b.u.t.ton-fly jeans.

'Take them off, Rio.”

He reluctantly left the haven of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to stand so he could drag off the jeans and kick them aside. He was standing between her legs, and Rachael simply leaned into him, her hands cupping his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es and her mouth sliding over his erection. Hot silk surrounded him, gripped him, her tongue dancing and teasing.

The rush hit him like a fireball, nearly blew out the top of his head. She was doing something with her fingertips, stroking and caressing until he thought he'd go out of his mind. He heard a sound escaping his throat, something between a growl and a groan, but he couldn't stop it.

”Rachael, sestrilla, you're killing me.” He didn't want her to stop, but if she didn't he was going to disgrace himself. There would be no chance to satisfy her. He put his hands on her shoulders to press her back. ”If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right.” Even as he said it, even as he meant it, her tongue was doing a dancing foray over the head of his p.e.n.i.s, teasing and driving him out of his skull. The breath slammed out of his lungs and he fisted his hands in her hair, his hips thrusting helplessly.

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That was Rachael. Teasing and laughing, her breath hot with pa.s.sion as she drove him out of his mind. She loved their s.e.x life, was every bit as adventurous as he. Just looking at her could make him crazy and when she was like this ... Rio groaned again and shook his head to clear it of memories. He wanted this to be here and now. This Rachael, this Rio-not the ones from another time and place.

He tugged at her hair and she lifted her head, her dark chocolate eyes laughing joyfully. His heart performed a series of somersaults. He pushed her back on the bed, lifted her leg carefully, dragging blankets, shuts and everything else he could find to prop it up for her. The s.h.i.+rt fell open to allow him to see her luscious body. Her skin was a miracle, soft and inviting.

”You're sure, Rachael. Be sure, sestrilla, there is no going back once we do this.” His heated gaze drifted possessively over her body, drinking her in, even when he wanted her to be certain of what she was doing. Whatever past life they had together was urging a pa.s.sionate and heated union. ”I want this to be us.

You and me and no one else. Not past or future, but the two of us in the present.”