by Lois Greiman
"How's that?"
She bit the inside of her lip, wanting to laugh. "I think you can kiss better than that," she said, and turning her back to him, lay down.
*
The little imp! Raven remained awake for the rest of the night, staring at her back and wondering if she were snatching sleep. She was driving him insane, of course, tempting him, threatening him, wounding him, tempting him again, and then smiting him with the tender emotions raised by her fears and memories. And if that wasn't enough, she had begun teasing him.
Yes, teasing! Who would have thought? He smiled despite himself and waited for dawn.
By the time they reached Jordan, the only stage had already left, and Raven decided to use the time to purchase a few supplies and find them a room. His worrying over Charm's preference to spend the night with him or alone turned out to be a moot point, for there was only one room available in town. Calling them Mr. and Mrs. McBain, he rented it with a mental smile that he knew should shame him. Supper was a simple affair. Afterward, he accompanied his pretend wife up the stairs, noticing the other men's glances and feeling a strange swelling in his chest that he feared might be pride.
The door closed quietly behind them. Charm turned to watch him.
"There was only one room." Raven knew he had told her that before, but it seemed worth repeating. He hoped she wouldn't consider the fact that he could conceivably spend the night in the stable with the horses. "Would you like a bath?"
"What?"
"A bath." He grinned, knowing he shouldn't tease her. "I could wash your back."
Her lips parted in silent astonishment.
"Or not," he said, widening his grin. "But... you must feel gritty. I wouldn't look. In fact I could—"
"All right."
His jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes narrowed. Surely he hadn't heard her correctly.
"You did say you wouldn't look."
He had heard her correctly, for Christ's sake. For a second Raven was certain the world was coming to an end. He stood waiting for a bugle call, or something that would signal the termination of life as he knew it. But nothing changed, so he closed his mouth with an effort. "I don't think you understood me correctly."
"You said you wouldn't look if I took a bath."
By God, that was what he'd said, so why was he still living? Surely there was some kind of weapon close at hand with which she might attack him. "Maybe I lied."
"I don't think so."
The realm of unreality seemed foggy. "What do you mean, you don't think so?"
"When you lie you tighten your right fist."
Raven tried to think of something to say, some clever rejoinder, but no words came. It was as though he had broken through the floor and was now floundering for footing. What the hell should he do now?
"I'll, uh... order the bath," he said, and turned numbly away.
In a short while, the tub was filled by an Oriental woman with a quick smile and a limited use of the English language. Raven eyed the oval vat longingly, not because he felt dirty, but because he could imagine Charm in it, looking charming... and naked... and unarmed.
"I'll wait downstairs," he said, and using every bit of the self-control he thought he didn't possess, left again.
He wandered about town for a bit, checking on the horses before finding a poker game. But in the end, games of chance seemed unappealing, partly because he thought it wise to remain as unseen as possible, and partly because of his thoughts of Charm. Damned if she hadn't been flirting with him, and damned if he hadn't run out of there like a hound with a broken tail.
Finally he found his way back to the room to knock twice on the door. He knew he should wait for an answer. But he didn't, and when he stepped inside he found it impossible to think he had made the wrong choice.
Charm was there, standing in the middle of the room. Her long, mahogany hair was wet and slick, her sweet luscious body wrapped in a white sheet that she'd apparently yanked from the bed in the seconds before he'd entered.
"She took my clothes!"
Raven raised his brows and tried to think coherently. She had very nice shoulders. They were the color of rich cream and were smooth, not hidden by the sleek hair that was pushed behind her ears. "What's that?"
"The Chinese woman." Her voice sounded fairly panicked. "She took my clothes."
He almost laughed and would have, but... she was naked beneath that sheet. It was a sobering thought. "Don't worry," he said. "They won't fit her. She'll bring them back."
"She didn't steal them!" Charm sputtered, and Raven wondered for a second if she would add "you idiot" to the end of that sentence, but she didn't. "She took them to the laundry."
"Oh." Raven nodded, still trying to think. "Good idea."
"I have nothing to wear."
"Then why did you tell her to take them?" He raised his brows higher, pausing and realizing the humor of the situation with some difficulty. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"I didn't tell her to take them," Charm choked. "She said, 'want wash' or something and I... I just... I didn't know she meant my clothes."
For a moment he actually wondered if she was going to cry. He eased back against the door, remembering to give her room to breathe.
"I thought you trusted me."
"I didn't say that," she said, shaking her head.
"Yes, you did."
"No." The sheet made her look like a mermaid with an ungainly tail. "I said, I think I can trust you. Not I do trust you."
"Ahhh. And there's the difference."
"All the difference in the world."
"She'll bring the dress back, Charm."
"But what will I do until then?"
He could think of about... oh, a thousand different and intriguing ideas. "Stage leaves at eight o'clock. Why don't you get some sleep?"
"But I—"
"Go on. Go lie down."
She took a deep breath, seeming to try to act rationally. "You're not going to..."
"To what?"
"You know."
"Seduce you?"
She nodded stiffly.
"Could it be done?"
No answer. He swallowed hard, holding to his self-control with all his might.
"You know what they do to men who force themselves on women in this part of the world?" he asked quietly.
She bit her inner lip.
"I don't want to think about it," he said, "and you, I hope, don't want to hear about it. But one scream from you and my chances of survival would be severely reduced. Remember New Eden?"
They stared at each other in the waning light.
"Go to sleep, Charm."
"I don't si—"
"Well then, go snatch!" he almost yelled, frustrated to distraction by her nearness, her near nudity, and his own near insanity.
She drew another deep breath. "All right." She shuffled about, dragging her tail with her before turning back to stare at him suspiciously. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take a bath."
Chapter 19
Raven thought Charm's jaw couldn't possibly drop lower. And her eyes could get no wider. "You are not," she said.
"Not what?" He watched her with an innocuous expression.
"Going to take a bath."
"Yes I am."
"I'll scream. I swear I will."
He actually laughed now, but very quietly. "Screaming is only allowed for molestation and lewd advances. Besides, I didn't scream when you bathed."
"You can't bathe in here."
"You're being silly. What are you afraid of?"
"You know what I'm afraid of."
"Why am I more threatening with my clothes off than on?" He waited for an answer which didn't come. "I'm not. Less, in fact. You run out that door, I can't follow you."
"How could I run out the door? I have no clothes."
"Then stay in here. Watch even. I don't care. But I'mtaking a bath for Christ's sake," he said and began to unbutton his shir
t, remembering to use only his right hand.
She remained as she was, staring at him as if he'd lost his mind.
Raven cleared his throat and loosed his fourth button. "Are you really going to watch?" Somehow the idea was a little more disconcerting than he'd expected.
"You said you don't mind."
Well, God damn it! He'd lied. Call it a habit of his. Wasn't she supposed to be shy or something? Raven scowled. "You are the most unpredictable woman I have ever met."
"Do you need help with that shirt?"
"Good God, woman, what the devil's come over you?"
Her cheeks were pink. "I'm just trying to be helpful."
They stared at each other, both becoming suddenly quiet and deadly serious.
"Yes." He nodded once, soberly calling her bluff. "I do need help."
Though fear and uncertainty sparked in her eyes, there was something else as well. Spirit. Alive and flaming within the beautiful framework of her body.
"All right." She lifted her white tail and walked toward him. He noticed without really meaning to, that the sheet was wrapped twice around her body, and the corner was tucked snugly into the upper edge. She stood before him, her eyes wide, her hands unmoving.
Raven watched her. "Breathe," he reminded softly.
"Oh yeah." She did so, failing to notice the strangeness of his statement. "Now what?"
He smiled at her, feeling an unknown emotion flood him in soft waves. "Now go to bed."
"I don't want to." Her words were whispered and now it was Raven's turn to forget to breathe.
"I suppose..." He tried to stop the words before they escaped, but it was no use. "I could try to improve on that last kiss."
Her nod was almost imperceptible and completely unnecessary, for he felt as though he could read her thoughts. The distance between them evaporated. Their lips met, shocking them both with intensity and warmth. He opened his mouth, touching her with his tongue. He felt her shiver against his chest before he pulled back.
"Well?" he asked softly.
"Almost—"
"Bearable," he said and tried to grin, but there was a suspicious ache in his lower body, an ache that boded ill for sleep and continued celibacy. "Go to bed, little Charm."
"I..." She touched her top lip with her tongue. Her teeth were very white, he noticed, and her tongue pink and pointed.
God, he wanted her! The ache turned to a burn!
"I need to help with your shirt."
That was the last place he needed help, Raven thought, but he couldn't afford to admit the extent of his weakness, not after he'd come so far. Her hands shook when she reached for him. Raven watched his buttons fall open, watched the dark ridge of hair become visible against his torso.
Her knuckles brushed that hair. The touch was like velvet, soft as a sigh. Raven closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer without reacting. For just a moment more she touched him, and then she was at the next button. It eased open. He gritted his teeth, feeling her fingers again, feather soft upon his flesh as he pressed his shoulders against the door behind him. She tugged his shirt free of his pants. He felt it scrape against the sensitized skin of his abdomen and drew breath through his teeth in a ragged gasp.
Now would be a damned fine time to leave, he thought, but there was really no hope of it, for every nerve ending was waiting for her next touch. Every breath was pinned on the hope that she wouldn't quit. The last button fell open. There was a moment's hesitation before her hands were pressed lightly against his chest. His muscles tightened in heart-stopping anticipation and then, like the proverbial forbidden fruit, she was kissing him, her lips sweet and soft against his.
Raven moaned, keeping his hands at his sides and his shoulders pressed hard against the door behind. Every living fiber of him ached for her, but he dared not touch, lest he frighten her from her timid exploration.
"Raven..." Her voice was thistledown soft and breathy against his ear. "What now?"
Now he should carry her to bed, his gut said. He should peel her from that silly sheet and kiss every inch of her body. He should cover her with his hands, feel the life and loveliness of every inch of her luscious form, stoke her desire like a small precious flame, and bring her to ecstasy in his arms.
"Now you go to sleep," his lips managed.
She was very close and breathing hard. "What about you?"
"Is the water cold?"
"What?"
Raven closed his eyes and wondered dismally how things had come to this. Surely he didn't deserve such temptation. All he wanted was the reward. He'd never bargained for such a beauty. And yet they'd barely begun their journey together. How would he ever stand the test of hundreds of miles with this woman at his side? But he must, for Chantilly Grady's kin would surely not take her defilement kindly. "I need a bath," he said, but his teeth were clenched, and if she asked if he needed help with his pants, that was it! All bets were off. She was his! In that bed. Right now!
Unfortunately, she didn't ask. Instead, she backed away a cautious step, looking shaky. "Can I really watch?"
Raven tried to ease his fists open but they wouldn't be loosened. If she watched him undress he would burst into spontaneous flame. He was sure of it.
"God, woman!" was all he could manage.
"You said I could." Her voice was small as a child's. "You promised."
No, he hadn't, but he was past the point of making any coherent arguments. He pulled the shirt from his shoulders, easing it down his arms until it fell to the floor in a heap.
Charm swallowed. His chest was very wide. It was sculpted with valleys and hills of muscle and marred by the wound she had given him. His arms were thick with rigid strength, and his ribs were visible in lean rows that ended at the flat expanse of his belly.
His right hand dropped to his buckle and her gaze nervously followed. Turn away! her mind screamed. But she could not and stood transfixed as his belt was eased open and the first button slowly undone. The waistband loosened, exposing more rippled abdomen and a slight increase in the narrow mat of black hair. His fingers moved lower. Another button succumbed. There was a notable bulge to the left of the opening. Had it shifted slightly? If so, it definitely wasn't her Bible.
"If you're going to faint, try to hit the bed."
She was breathing through her mouth, which was, she thought, better than not breathing at all. A decided improvement.
"Charm?"
Had it moved? Did it move on its own? Like an extra arm?
"Charm!"
"What?" she all but shouted, startled from her reverie and snapping her gaze to his face.
"Go away."
She puckered her lips, trying to speak. Nothing came out.
"Did you hear me?"
Her knees were shaking. An interesting side effect. "You said I could—"
He gritted his teeth at her. "I don't care what I said."
Charm scowled, thinking hard. "Are you... shy?"
"No!" he said, sounding immediately offended.
She wondered why he would consider shyness a fault. "Embarrassed?"
He jutted his chin out toward her slightly, looking increasingly offended, plus aggressive now. "No."
"Ashamed?"
"Ashamed!" he nearly shouted, and then his fingers were on his buttons. They fell open in one quick sweep.
Charm dared one rapid-fire glance at the burgeoning life that sprang into view and then dove for the bed. In less than a heartbeat her head was covered.
Where was her derringer? Where was her knife? But Raven made no attempt to ferret her out, and finally she felt silly, smothered under all those blankets. She heard him splash into the bath. Gradually, she relaxed. Her breathing returned to normal, and finally she removed the blankets from her head to stare into the pillow.
Well, she'd certainly handled that cleverly, she thought. Like a mature woman. She almost snorted. Dear God, what was wrong with her?
Minutes ticked away. Half an hour passed, during which
time she kept still, refusing to look up, though she had turned over onto her back now. She could hear Raven exit his bath. She felt a blanket being pulled from the bed, but didn't dare move, much less raise her gaze to him.
"Really, really hard on a man's self-esteem," he said quietly.
She remained as she was, thinking. The bed dipped beneath his weight. It was dark now. She screwed up her courage. "What was I supposed to do?" Her voice was very quiet. Still, that was no reason for him to pretend he hadn't heard her, she thought. "Raven?"
Still no answer. Very timidly, she reached out to touch his arm. "What was I supposed to do?"
"You're an heiress!" He sat up very suddenly, startling her with his movement and the intensity of his tone. "You're Chantilly Grady. A lady of wealth. You did exactly what you're supposed to do—finally."
She stared at him in terror, but he didn't move and said no more. "You're making no sense," she whispered.
"I'm making no sense!" he stormed, suddenly out of bed and pacing, one blanket wrapped loosely about his shoulders. "I'm making no sense? You make no sense. Good God, woman, first you..." He raised one hand, motioning wildly. "Then you..." He waved again. "And now you..." His gesturing became more frenetic, and finally the blanket abandoned his shoulders to disappear onto the floor. "Now you watch me! Watch me! Well, damn it all," he said, making no move to retrieve his impromptu garment and placing his fists on his hips. "I give up. I can't resist." He strode back toward the bed. "You win. Or lose, or whatever. Get ready for a first-class seduction, woman, because I—"
The door swung open as if blasted with dynamite.
"Lay a hand on her, and I'll blow yer brains from here to hell!"
"Jude!" Charm gasped.
"Jude!" Raven groaned.
"Say the word, gal, I'll kill him right now."
"No need to kill him!" said Clancy, stepping in with a lantern and raising his brows as his gaze swept up and down Raven's naked form. "Joseph, I'm surprised at you."
"Get dressed, goddamn it!" Jude growled. "Or there won't be enough left of you to send home to yer mama."
"Damn, she's pretty," said Clancy. "That really your daughter?"
"Get out, Charm," Jude said. "Unless you want to watch him die."