Long, Tall Texans: Fearless Part 8

He drew in an audible breath. "No," he said after a minute. "I grew up in a religious family."

"So did I," she replied. "At least, my father was religious."

He was smiling. "So you don't want to make babies until you marry."

Her whole body tingled at the way he said it. And it was visible, that reaction.

He chuckled, moving down to rest his weight on an elbow while he flicked open the rest of the b.u.t.tons on his shirt and pushed it aside. "We won't go that far," he whispered. "At least, not now."

He bent to her mouth, and as he approached it, he eased down so that his bare, hair-roughened chest drew sensuously against her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. As he'd expected, it was as powerful as seduction itself. She shivered, and then moaned, and then clasped him so close that when he kissed her, it felt as though they were fused together.

He hadn't meant to let it get out of hand, but that first touch of flesh against flesh robbed him of his objectivity. It had been too long since he'd had a woman. Seeing Sarina tonight, reliving the loss of her, had made him so hungry that he'd been out of his mind. He'd been on fire when he and Sarina shared the dance floor. But even then, the earlier love play with Glory had aroused him. He couldn't stop thinking about Glory's body in his arms.

He'd had two or three beers, hoping they might calm him down and send the unwanted desire away. They hadn't. In the end, he'd come to her because he couldn't help himself. On the dance floor, he'd been sure that she wanted him. And she had. He hadn't realized that she would be so innocent. He did want to respect that innocence. It was just that it had been so long. Ages. And tonight, to his shame, he was too hungry to care about anything beyond his own fulfillment.

One long leg pushed her legs apart so that he could lever himself down against her in an intimate position. He moved slowly, feeling the power of his arousal, feeling her helpless reaction to it.

"Glory?" he whispered huskily.

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you're a virgin?"

She was in over her head. She didn't want him to stop. If this was all she could ever have in her life, it would be enough. "It doesn't matter," she whispered back into his mouth. "I want you."

"Not as much as I want you, querida," he ground out.

He caught her upper thigh in his hand and dragged her hips up against his arousal, feeling the pleasure leap between them until it was like a drug in his veins. He moved against her blindly, his mouth devouring her lips.

"It isn't enough," he said harshly.

"I know."

His hand went under her, to the elastic of her briefs and began to pull it down. "I'll be good to you," he whispered. "I'll make you so hungry that you won't feel the pain, or even remember it. I'll take you to heaven in my arms."

She couldn't answer. The air was cool against her hot skin. She felt him touching her where no one else ever had. He looked down into her eyes while he stroked her, watching her helpless reaction to the rhythmic and intimate contact that stopped her breath in her throat.

"Yes, that's it," he whispered as he increased the rhythm. "I'm going to make you explode into a thousand silky pieces, and I'm going to watch it happen to you. Then, when you're so hot that you're blind with it, I'm going to go right up inside you and give you the sweetest pleasure you've ever dreamed of having...."

She cried out as the rhythm started lifting her, lifting her, lifting her...!

Her legs opened for him eagerly. Her head was thrown back so that she could see nothing at all except the ceiling overhead. She heard the rhythmic, frantic sound of the springs in the bed moving. And then she felt his body there, hot against her, probing, pushing, penetrating as the pleasure rose so high and so hot that she cried out in a long, helpless, sobbing keen, her body lifting to his harsh, almost violent downward thrusts.

Her nails dug into him. Her voice broke.

"Look at me," he managed. "Look!"

Her eyes opened, wide and so dilated that they were almost sightless. Above her, his face was a rigid mask, choked with color, his eyes blazing as he drove for fulfillment.

"Now," he breathed. His eyes closed. "Now!"

She shuddered and shuddered as the pleasure took them both, joined them in a hot fusion that was so overwhelming that she thought she might die of it.

Her high-pitched cry was smothered by his mouth. m.u.f.fled, it reflected the frantic motion of her hips as she drained every wisp of physical delight from his body.

SHE LAY ON HER BACK, nude, satiated, throbbing with the aftereffects of pa.s.sion. Her body was still moving helplessly, savoring the tiny stabs of pleasure that came with motion.

Beside her, he lay apart and unnaturally quiet.

"You bled."

She swallowed hard. He sounded very distant. "Did I?"

As pa.s.sion, sated, faded away, reality came and hit him squarely between the eyes. He'd just seduced a worker in his employ, and she was a virgin to boot. His need of her had been so urgent that he hadn't been able to stop. Now he was stone-cold sober and eaten alive with guilt. They came from different worlds. She was a wage earner and he came from Spanish and Danish aristocracy. He was a decade her senior. She was uneducated and he had a degree. Worse, he was very wealthy and she could hardly afford decent clothing. And he'd taken advantage of her. He didn't feel very proud of himself.

"You said that it didn't matter, that you were innocent," he said coldly.

His voice chilled her. She'd been expecting happy ever after, and he was satisfied and wanted to make sure that she didn't accuse him of seduction. Her first time, and it had to be with a man who only wanted relief.

She was adult enough to cope. If nothing else, he'd helped get her past the nightmarish a.s.sault of her early teens. He didn't know about that. He wouldn't have understood her fear of men, a fear which had been wiped away tonight the minute he touched her under her gown. It had been a revelation.

"Well," she said heavily, "if you're planning to sue me for seduction, I have to tell you that I'll swear in court that you threw yourself at me and I couldn't help myself."

6.

RODRIGO SAT UP AND STARED down at her in the darkness as if she'd lost her mind. "You what?"

"I'll countersue you," she promised, pulling the cover over her body. "All those sweet nothings you whispered in my ear, the way you flaunted your chest at me...I mean, what woman could resist a man who did everything but strip and beg to be taken to bed?"

A chuckle he couldn't choke back escaped him. "Good G.o.d." He got up and started dressing.

"That's right, blame G.o.d, too," she scoffed. "It was your own fault, and I'm not apologizing."

"I wouldn't expect you to," he a.s.sured her.

"Furthermore, I'm not marrying you. And if you get pregnant, I'll get a DNA test to prove it's not mine."

By now, he was bent over double laughing. He'd expected tears, reproaches, accusations, anything but this.

He moved to the bed, fully dressed, and sat down beside her, one arm going past her shoulder to support him as he looked down into her eyes in the dimly lit room. "But I will apologize," he said softly. "Because I meant only to kiss you. It went too far, because I had abstained for a very long time."

"Because you couldn't have her," she said wisely.

His indrawn breath was sharp.

She'd already guessed, but his reaction to the charge clinched it. He was dying for the woman he'd lost. Glory looked a little like her and, in the dark, it must have been easy for him to pretend.

"I was only standing in for her, wasn't I?" she asked sadly.

His hand moved under her head and clenched suddenly in her hair. "No," he said hotly. "I did not pretend you were her. Never could I be so heartless!"

She relaxed a little.

"I wanted you very badly," he confessed. "You have a quality of compa.s.sion that I have rarely encountered in a woman, and your body is exquisite. I enjoyed it. I hope that you enjoyed me as much. But it should not have happened."

"Why?" she asked, subdued but curious.

"We come from different worlds," he replied. "This is only an interlude, for both of us. We could hurt each other badly if we let this continue."

"I guess so," she replied.

"There is another matter. Do you use birth control?"

Her heart jumped. "No. I never had any reason to."

"And I was too far gone to consider it."

She lay very still. It was getting complicated. "I don't want a child. Certainly not one who came as an accident." It was a lie, but she had to salvage what was left of her pride. He made it clear that he wanted nothing more than her body. Actually she would have loved a child, but her health might make that impossible. Besides, Rodrigo was not going to consider marriage. She knew that already.

"Then you would go to a clinic?" he asked, and there was something chilling in his tone.

Now she faced her own system of values, and she was shocked to discover that what had seemed sensible a minute ago had suddenly become an action she could not imagine herself performing. Not even to save her own life.

"I..." She hesitated, frowning. "I...don't think I could," she said.

The hand holding her hair relaxed and was withdrawn. "How likely is it?"

"Not very," she lied.

His mind was considering possibilities. If he had a wife, and a child, perhaps he could get Sarina out of his mind and the torment would ease. It had almost destroyed him, losing her and Bernadette.

"I'll be thirty-six this year," he said quietly. "I have nothing to show for my life, other than a few small accomplishments." He didn't dare tell her what they were. "I hadn't thought about having a family until recently. But the idea has appeal." He looked at her with real longing. "I think I would enjoy being a father."

"I don't want children," she said bluntly, hating the words even as she spoke them, because she could see his pride stinging from them.

Her tone was offensive, and it antagonized him. "I said that I wanted them," he returned coldly. "Not that I wanted them with you!"

She felt her cheeks go hot. "Sorry. I a.s.sumed..."

"Wrongly." He got up from the bed and moved away. "So we agree that this was an unfortunate accident, which we will never permit to happen again."

"Of course," she a.s.sured him.

He paused at the door. "Why would you not want children?"

Because of my health, she should have told him. Her life would be at risk from a pregnancy. Her career, too, was a sticking point-how could she raise a child and do justice to either her job or her child? But he didn't know about her career. Or her health-except for the limp. She took the coward's way out. "I have...health problems, as you may have noticed already," she reminded him quietly. "Besides, I'm still relatively young to be thinking about family life."

The pain and guilt her remarks kindled in him were shockingly brutal. He could have cursed aloud. He'd forgotten about her hip. He'd forgotten everything in the joy of having her.

"Forgive me," he said quietly. "I did not think."

She closed her eyes. "Nor did I."

"For what it's worth," he said, his accent noticeably thicker, "I am sorry."

"Not nearly as sorry as I am," she replied matter-of-factly, and with a bite in her tone.

The tension in the room was as thick as cigar smoke. He opened the door with deliberate movements and closed it behind him with a violent snap.

Glory let out the breath she'd been holding. It had been the most traumatic experience of her recent life, and not at all unpleasant. But she was in disguise. He didn't know the real Glory, and she had doubts that he'd want her at all once he did. Once he knew who she really was, the barrier between them would grow by leaps and bounds. He was a laborer. She was an educated professional. Their cultures were different, their religions were different. They were worlds apart. She couldn't give up her career that she'd worked so hard for just to eek out an existence with a poor immigrant. She wasn't even sure that he wasn't involved in some criminal pursuit. The whole situation was impossible.

She'd let her guard down and actively partic.i.p.ated in her own seduction. Now here she was, alone and in danger and possibly pregnant. What in the world would she do if she'd conceived? He wanted a child. She didn't; not this way, with secrets separating them. He was angry that she didn't want his child. She couldn't tell him the real reason. She was living a lie, to save her life. She couldn't tell him that, either.

The tears rolled down Glory's cheek in a flood. He'd left, she thought miserably, just in time. She wouldn't have wanted to disgrace herself by crying in front of him. She couldn't understand her own easy submission to him. Surely her past should have kept her out of reach of such an experienced man, kept her from giving in to someone who was almost a stranger. Her life was becoming far too complicated. She wished she'd never let Marquez talk her into this masquerade.

MONDAY, AFTER A QUIET and lonely Sunday during which Rodrigo wasn't even seen, she rode into town with Consuelo to get groceries. As they got out of the farm's pickup truck, Marquez, in civilian clothes, drove up in another truck and pulled in beside them. He got out, pocketing his keys and starting toward the store when he saw Glory. He pretended surprise-a good act, because he'd followed them here hoping to get a word alone with her.

"Well, if it isn't Gloryanne! How are you?" he called to Glory with a grin. "Fancy seeing you here! It's been years, hasn't it?"

Glory flushed, but hid her face from Consuelo. "Yes, it has," she agreed. "I haven't seen you since we were in high school together!" She composed herself and glanced at Consuelo. "I'll be along in a minute," she said with a smile. "I just want to catch up on Rick's life story."

"Go right ahead," Consuelo replied. She was giving Marquez an odd look. Before Glory could puzzle it out, the older woman was heading for the store.

The smile was gone immediately from both faces. Marquez, in boots and jeans and a checked blue shirt, moved closer to her. He was very solemn.

"Fuentes has someone checking you out," he said abruptly. "I don't know who, or where. You haven't mentioned anything about San Antonio down here to anyone?"

"Of course not," she faltered. Her green eyes met his dark ones. "He couldn't know I was here," she added. "The only person I've talked to at all is Rodrigo, and I'm sure he's not mixed up in anything illegal."

Marquez clenched his teeth. "I wish I could be," he said flatly. "n.o.body's talking, but the police chief, Grier, let slip that Ramirez had ties to Mexico. He also had a cousin who worked for Manuel Lopez, the late great drug lord."

She fought to keep her expression from giving her away. "What else did he tell you?"

"He didn't tell me anything, Glory. I overheard him talking to one of the sheriff's men at the courthouse."

She nibbled her lower lip. "Oh, boy."

"I caught up with him later. We didn't plan it, but I suppose you know that Grier knows why you're here," he said quietly.

"Yes, he does," she replied. "But he said he'd keep an eye out for me."