A Love Like This

by Diana Palmer

  “That doesn’t stop you from looking out windows at nude men at night, I notice,” he said, tongue in cheek.

  She threw up her hands. “Well, if that’s the attitude you’re going to take, I’ll find some other nude man to ogle!”

  “What was that?” Bobby asked from the doorway, laughing. Behind him, Bess was glaring at them both.

  Elissa flushed. “Now see what you’ve done? Your brother will think I’m a voyeur.”

  “Well, aren’t you?” King grinned.

  She handed him the tray. “I hope you drop it on your foot,” she said sweetly.

  “Vicious woman,” he muttered. “Open the door, honey,” he told Bess.

  Bess flushed, and the two of them exchanged a look that made Elissa want to throw herself off a building. Fortunately, Bobby had gone ahead and didn’t see it. Elissa wished she hadn’t. King might want her body, but what she saw in his eyes when he looked at Bess was something she’d have died for. It was a sweeping kind of hunger, mingled with tenderness.

  Bess curled up on the sofa to drink her coffee, pausing now and again to glance at Elissa, who knew that everything she and King had done probably showed in her lack of makeup and tangled hair.

  “I hope we’re not intruding by staying here tonight,” Bess said quietly. “But the hotel was so crowded, and you’re much closer to the airport than we were, way up in Ocho Rios.”

  “You’re not intruding at all,” King replied. He glanced at Elissa. “Elissa will need tonight to pack and get the cottage squared away, won’t you, baby?”

  “That’s right,” she said. It was hard to talk when he called her “baby.” “And I’d better get to it if we’re leaving in the morning. What time is it?” she added, rising.

  “You’ll need to be ready by eight,” he said. He got lazily to his feet. “I’ll walk you home,” he said with a meaningful smile. “Don’t wait up,” he told the other two.

  “I need an early night myself,” Bess said coolly. “I expect I’ll be out like a light in no time.”

  “I wish I could say the same,” Bobby muttered over his paperwork. “I won’t finish before dawn, at this rate. I guess you wouldn’t care to help?” he asked Bess.

  Her eyes widened. “Me? Heavens, I can’t add one and one.”

  “Too bad,” Bobby said. He seemed about to say something else, but he shrugged and bent his head again. “See you in the morning, Elissa.”

  “Sleep well,” she told them, clinging to King’s hand as he led her out into the darkness.

  He lit a cigarette and smoked it during the short walk to her cottage, not saying a word. It was a warm, pleasant night, even with the misting rain around them.

  At the back step of her cottage, he ground out the cigarette. “I’m sorry about this trip, but I couldn’t think of another way to do it that didn’t involve you.”

  “It’s all right. I’m not doing so well with the new designs, anyway. I’ll let them go for a week or two and touch base with some of my contacts back home.”

  “You still live with your parents, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Well, there’s been no reason not to,” she reminded him. “They’d be hurt if I wanted to live alone in Miami, and New York is pretty far away. We’ve been close all my life.”

  “I wouldn’t know what that kind of closeness was,” he admitted. “I like Bobby well enough, but we’ve never been really affectionate. I’ve never felt that way about any of my family.”

  “I’m sorry, because it’s a special feeling.”

  “I suppose it is.” He bent and brushed his lips carelessly over hers. “I’ll go for a walk before I head back. Don’t answer the phone for the next hour, in case Bess calls to see what’s going on over here.”

  She tugged at his shirtsleeve as he turned. “I could make you some hot chocolate,” she said shyly.

  He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed its warm palm. “I could take you to bed, too.”

  She looked up at him in the light from her kitchen. “King...”

  His face went taut. “Elissa, I enjoy making love to you. I could make a banquet of your body. I even like you. But if I seduced you, what would we do?”

  She blinked. “I don’t understand.”

  He cupped her face in his hands. “Listen to me, little one. Sex is a loaded gun. Once you have it with someone, it involves you in ways you might not realize. I can’t become involved with a virgin.”

  “After the first time, I wouldn’t be a virgin,” she reminded him.

  He sighed angrily. “After the first time, you might wish you still were,” he said bluntly. “You’ve been raised to think of sex as a sin outside marriage. How are you going to feel about yourself and me if I let that happen? Besides which,” he added, “there’s always the risk that you could get pregnant. And that’s a complication neither of us is ready for.”

  She smiled wistfully, shaking her head.

  “What does that mean?” he asked.

  “I was just picturing you, your first time with a woman, going through all that with her,” she said on a grin.

  He cocked his head a little and smiled slowly. “My first time,” he said in a loud whisper, “was so damned fast she hardly knew what was going on.”

  Her face slowly went scarlet, and he laughed. “Did you expect that the first time is always good for a man?” He grinned. “Men aren’t born knowing how to make love. It takes experience to make bells ring and the earth move. After my first fumbling attempts, I had to work up the courage even to try again.”

  “I can’t quite imagine that,” she mused, smiling.

  He nuzzled his forehead against hers, sighing. “Funny, I can tell you things I’ve never told anyone else,” he murmured. “I must feel safe with you.”

  “I feel safe with you,” she echoed. “That was why I latched onto you at the very beginning. You never tried to put the make on me.”

  “Until now,” he corrected, lifting his head to search her eyes. “Are you sorry I didn’t let things go on as they were?”

  “No,” she said almost at once. “Even though I can’t imagine lying with any other man like that, I know I’d have let you do anything you wanted to,” she admitted, “and I would have gloried in it. I don’t even have enough pride to refuse you. It’s too wonderful.”

  His eyes narrowed in pain, and his hands tightened on her oval face. “You shouldn’t be quite that honest,” he teased gently. “I’m only human. I might lose my head one night.”

  Her lips parted on a soft sigh. “I’ll bet you’re very good in bed,” she whispered shyly.

  “So I’ve been told,” he said, laughing. His hands caressed her shoulders. “Look, we have to stop talking about sex,” he murmured, “or we’ll both be in trouble.” He sighed. “What a mess. What a hell of a mess.”

  “It will all work out,” she said. She stood on tiptoe to touch her lips to his eyelids. They closed tremulously, and she drew her mouth over them, amazed at the sudden stiffening of his body, the catch of his breath. She drew away, but his hands caught her waist and held her there.

  “Don’t stop,” he breathed roughly. “I like it.”

  “Do you?” She repeated the soft little caresses, then instinctively smoothed kisses over his thick eyebrows, his lean cheeks and high cheekbones, down to his very sensuous mouth.

  He was breathing rapidly, and she liked that. She remembered what he’d said to her that first time, driving her wild, and with her lips poised near his, she whispered, “Open your mouth.”

  It was like setting a match to dry wood. He seemed to go up in flames. His arms lifted her, crushing her against him, and his mouth invaded hers with a sensuous insistence. He was trembling, and his loss of control inspired both fear and wonder in her.

  “Yes,” she whispered when he backed her up against the door and fit his body to
hers. “Yes!”

  His rhythmic movements should have shocked her, but they were pure delight. She arched into them, her pride gone with her inhibitions, her arms curved around his neck, her mouth smiling under his as she gasped with pleasure.

  She felt his hands moving on her body, gliding down to her hips, easing up the skirt of her dress. His urgent fingers felt cool on her hot skin, so welcome, so right. She moaned.

  He lifted his head for an instant to breathe, his eyes frightening, his body shuddering. “Crazy child,” he ground out, glaring at her. Then he moved against her, deliberately. “Feel that! Don’t you know what you’re asking for?”

  “Heaven,” she whispered, feeling deprived when he pulled away from her and turned his back.

  “Heaven,” he chided. He lifted his head, gulping in deep breaths, hating his loss of control and almost hating her for causing it. He’d never let a woman affect him so deeply. He fumbled for a cigarette. It was because she was a virgin, of course. She didn’t know what she was doing. She was experimenting, and her innocence caused her to do things that a more experienced woman would know better than to try.

  “Damn you!” he burst out, half laughing, half groaning.

  She was still leaning against the door where he’d left her, breathless but smiling. He was as vulnerable to her as she was to him, she knew now. That was encouraging. Perhaps he did feel drawn to Bess, who was more or less using him to salve her tortured ego, but his emotional involvement with the other woman wasn’t total. It couldn’t be, or he wouldn’t hunger so for Elissa. For perhaps the first time in her life she consciously felt a surge of pride in her own womanhood, in her ability to reach him. Her love life had been strictly fantasy until now, but King made her feel fiercely female and totally unafraid of him or anything he might do.

  “Chicken,” she purred.

  He whirled, his black eyes narrowed in a face that was drawn with pain.

  “What in hell are you trying to do?” he demanded.

  “Lure you into bed with me,” she said softly. “Come on. I dare you,” she taunted with her newfound confidence.

  He just stared at her. He had the cigarette in his lips now, but lighting it was another matter. He couldn’t seem to hold the flame steady, and that brought a string of bitter curses to his lips.

  She only smiled, coaxed the lighter from his lean fingers, flicked on the flame and held it to the cigarette.

  “Proud of yourself?” he asked coldly. He smiled, but not happily.

  “Proud of what I can do to you, yes,” she confessed gently. “You seem so reserved at times, so unapproachable. It’s nice to know you’re human.”

  “You almost found out exactly how human,” he muttered.

  Her eyes searched his, and she sighed softly. “I tingle all over. That was so sweet.”

  “Not for me,” he said through his teeth.

  She watched his face, frowning a little. “I don’t understand.”

  “I know.” He took a deep draw from the cigarette and turned away, walking down the beach.

  She followed, puzzled. “Can’t you talk about it?”

  He reached out, drawing her gently against his hips. His voice at her temple was slow and thick with discomfort. “I ache for you,” he whispered. “Badly. Have you forgotten what we talked about, how after a certain point it’s difficult to pull back?”

  “I wasn’t going to stop you,” she reminded him.

  “We couldn’t very well make love on the beach in full view of my family!” he burst out. “Where’s your mind tonight?”

  “I don’t know.” She sighed. “I ache in places I never knew I had, I’m burning up with desire, and here you are, fully capable of putting out every fire I’ve got, and you’re complaining that you’re in pain.”

  He couldn’t help it; he burst out laughing. “Oh, my God,” he moaned.

  She threw up her hands. “I offer you myself, no strings attached, and you walk off in a snit.”

  “Your parents would be ashamed of you,” he pointed out.

  “My parents don’t expect me to be superhuman,” she shot back. “God made bodies, you know, so I guess he expected that people would want to enjoy them occasionally.”

  “Although you’d rather do so with a ring on your finger,” he prodded.

  She shrugged. “Yes. But that doesn’t cool me off any.”

  “Cool, the devil.” He flung the cigarette away and lifted her suddenly, carrying her into the surf. “I’ll cool you off.”

  He dumped her into the next wave. She spluttered and struggled to her feet, her dress plastered to her body, her hair in strings down her back.

  “Wild animal!” she raged.

  “Sexy baggage,” he returned. “Want to hit me? Come on. Try it.”

  She took a swing at him. He sidestepped, and she went down again, and before she could get up he was in the water beside her, holding her down.

  There was a look in his eyes that she’d never seen, and the sheer strength of his hands excited her. “You can’t very well wear it like that, can you?” He laughed softly as he felt her bedraggled dress. “Let me help you out of it.”

  “You can’t! Not here!” she gasped, looking around wildly.

  “Yes I can,” he shot back, and he began unfastening the soaking dress.

  The surf crashed around them while he undressed her, and she reveled in the contrast between the cool water and her heated flesh, in the lazy contact of his hands, in the look on his dark face as he uncovered and savored every soft inch of her, his eyes lingering on her full breasts.

  “God, what a beauty you are,” he whispered. “I ought to strangle you for doing this to me.”

  “I’d like to point out that you’re undressing me, not vice versa,” she choked.

  “You’ve seen me without my clothes,” he said softly, searching her eyes.

  “Yes.” Her lips parted as she looked at him. “I wish we were alone. Totally alone.”

  “Stop tempting me,” he whispered. After a minute, he reluctantly fastened the dress again and, with a heavy sigh, picked her up. His arms were strong and comforting against the night breezes. She snuggled closer, feeling unutterably cared for, and he bent to kiss her gently as he carried her up the beach. “You need to change and get some sleep. And in case you want to know, I’m leaving you at the door.”

  “Why?” she moaned against his lips.

  “Sex makes babies,” he whispered back. “I don’t have anything to protect you.”

  She moaned again. “I don’t care,” she wailed.

  “You would in the morning.” He carried her to the door and set her slowly on her feet, taking a minute to run his hands over her and make her tremble with wanting.

  “Sexy,” he murmured. “Sexy and sweet, and I want to bury myself in you. Now you’d better get inside and try to sleep.”

  “Don’t go,” she whispered. “You’re soaking wet, too.”

  “I can’t very well walk home without my clothes.” He chuckled. “Go to bed.”

  She shivered. “I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “My house key is in my pocketbook. Inside,” she added with a faint flush. “Well, I forgot when I locked the door...”

  He looked heavenward. “Women!” He searched until he found the spare key she hid under the hibiscus bush. “Here. I remembered, even if you didn’t.”

  She looked up at him, her heart shaking her. He was so much man. So big and capable and strong, and just for once she liked being dependent, letting him take care of her. She thought about how it would be, having him beside her in the darkness, holding him through the night. Just holding him would be enough, she realized suddenly. What she felt was overpowering but not entirely physical. It was so tender, so sweet and new. If only he could feel it for her.

  He unlocked the
door and opened it, glancing down at her expression curiously. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pressing the key into her palm.

  “Nothing, really.”

  He reached in and switched on the light, then looked at her, drinking in the contours of her body now clearly visible through the dress plastered wetly to her skin. He shook his head. “You’ll be the death of me one day. I’ll have a heart attack trying to be noble.”

  “I won’t take the blame,” she said pertly.

  “I won’t take you,” he whispered, bending to brush a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Now go to bed, siren. We’ve got an early flight.”

  “All right.”

  He handed her a shawl from the hat rack, watching her wrap herself in it. “Why do you want me all of a sudden?” he asked gently. “You’ve spent two years keeping me at arm’s length. What’s changed?”

  “I never knew how devastating it could be,” she said shyly.

  “It shocks me a little, too,” he said honestly. “You’re not exactly my usual kind of woman.”

  “Maybe that’s why you want me,” she essayed.

  He sighed. “I don’t know. All I know is that for the past twenty-four hours, you’re all I’ve thought about. But I can’t afford to lose my head. Your conscience would torment you to death.”

  “But I don’t want to lose you. You’re my friend.” Her eyes filled with unshed tears at the thought.

  “Don’t cry,” he ground out. “I can’t stand it.”

  She lifted her face. “Sorry. I was looking ahead. One of us will eventually marry, I guess,” she added, thinking that it would probably be King. “And that will be the end of us, anyway.”

  He studied her, scowling. It hadn’t occurred to him that he might ever have to lose her. But she was right: she would probably marry eventually, and her husband might not take kindly to their unusual friendship. There would be no more long walks along a Jamaican beach, no more phone calls at two in the morning just because he needed someone to talk to, no more laughing Elissa leaving him notes under rocks...

  “I’ll miss having you to talk to,” she confessed softly.

  He shifted restlessly. “I was thinking the same thing,” he said quietly. “I’m alone except for you.” Before she could reply, he turned and opened the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”