by Sara Orwig
He would break her heart again. She knew that clearly. She couldn’t refuse to face the truth. Fighting all the tender feelings toward him that surged in her, she turned away.
“Meg, darlin’, this is fine. So fine,” he said in his deep voice. “You’re magic, pure seduction, beautiful.”
His words were golden, taking her heart as he had once before. She raised her head to meet his gaze. “Put me down, Jared.”
He set her on her feet and pulled her against him to kiss her until she responded fully. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he said.
She would lose any battle with him, she realized. Why had she ever thought she could successfully contend with him and win? She was consumed by his lovemaking—boneless and unable to think straight.
He showered light kisses on her shoulder, drawing his tongue over the curves of her ear. Still kissing her and holding his arm around her waist while he caressed her, he walked her backward beneath the spray of water. He smiled. “This is perfect.”
His smile softened his features, lending a warmth to his expression that had been missing too much since he’d come back into her life.
She smiled in return, a part of her responding, a part of her knowing she was flying into disaster at the speed of light.
“You’re a charming devil,” she said, shaking her head.
“And you’re a seductress. Pure temptation.” He took one step back and his hands rested on her waist while his gaze slowly traveled over her.
She couldn’t keep from studying him as thoroughly and intently as he was her. His body was magnificent, radiating vitality and energy.
“I know something better,” he said, switching off the water. He opened the door to grab thick, soft terry-cloth towels off a shelf. He handed her a blue towel and began to dry her with his towel. In turn, she dried him, running the towel over his broad shoulders, his muscled chest.
His strokes were light, a slow, sensual friction rubbing her nipples. Then he dried her belly and the insides of her thighs, then he ran the towel between her legs lightly.
She gasped, pausing in her task, grasping his arms. “Jared!” she whispered.
“I’m only drying you,” he said, continuing. “Come here.” He picked her up and carried her easily out of the shower and set her on her feet in front of the mirrored wall. He gazed over her head. “We look right together. You’re more beautiful than ever,” he whispered, standing close behind her and letting his hands play over her stomach and breasts. As he watched her in the mirror, he cupped her breasts and began to tease her nipples. Longing flared, and she wanted him again.
She started to kiss him, but he held her. “Wait,” he whispered. “Look at us. Look what I can do to you,” he added, cupping her breasts as he ran his thumbs in circles over her nipples.
“You can do too much to me,” she whispered. His hands were tan against her pale skin. His caresses were torment and she wanted him inside her again. She spread her legs, her heart pounding, while she tugged at his arm and hand, but he wouldn’t stop what he was doing.
He continued to caress her breast with one hand while his other drifted between her legs to touch her intimately. While she moved her hips, she reached behind her to touch him in any manner she could, knowing she was violating all her promises to herself.
“Jared, you have to…” she began, but he leaned closer, kissing her shoulder and ear, and her words ceased.
His hand between her thighs was torment. She spread her legs wider, giving him access to her as she moved her hips and as tension wound as tight as a spring.
“Wait!” she said, clutching his arms. “We can’t do this!”
“We’re doing it,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re setting me on fire, Meg,” he added in another harsh whisper.
She wanted him inside her now more than ever.
He kissed her, then picked her up and carried her to bed to love her slowly, tantalizing her until her climax was more dazzling than before.
Afterward, as they were locked in each other’s embrace, she was quiet until she started to ease away.
He held her tightly with one arm. “Where are you going?”
“To my room, Jared.”
“Stay here awhile,” he said. “I want to hold you close. I need you here, Meg,” he said.
She did as he asked and lay quietly while he turned on his side to look at her and brush her hair away from her face. “I want to look at you,” he whispered.
Unable to answer him, she ran her hand lightly across his chest. Regrets grew, threatening to overwhelm her. Finally she sat up and pulled a sheet up over her. “Jared, I’ve been too vulnerable.”
He lay on his back to study her. “Don’t regret what happened. It was fantastic, and no harm to either of us.”
She shook her head, looking away so she wouldn’t have to gaze into his dark brown eyes that seemed to see right into her thoughts. “Don’t say anything, Jared. It’s over. I haven’t been with a man in a long, long time. You’re incredibly seductive and I have a weakness where you’re concerned, which you know. Once we started, I wanted it as much as you did. I’m not blaming you for our lovemaking, but it’s done. Really ended. We’re going to have to work something out about Ethan, but we’re not going to become bed partners or marry for the convenience of it.”
“Why not? We’re good in bed, and you said it yourself—we enjoy each other. An understatement when it comes to the sex. It’s the best.”
She was struggling to get distance back between them, knowing too well how easily he could overcome her opposition. But she intended to declare her feelings and let him know what she wanted the most. And it wasn’t his lovemaking.
“I told you, I succumbed today, when I really didn’t intend for that to happen between us. It complicates life.”
“It simplifies it immeasurably, and it adds a spectacular dimension to living.”
She turned to look into his eyes. “Don’t you get it? You broke my heart—and I won’t go through that again. We made love today because I’ve never had another man in my life, only you!” She flung the words at him angrily and saw his eyes widen in surprise.
“There was never anyone who could measure up. Even when I planned to sleep with someone—I couldn’t go through with it. You know Mike and I never consummated our marriage, but there wasn’t anyone else, either. That’s why I was so damned vulnerable to your kisses today. It won’t happen again, so don’t plan on it. We’re here to work out something about Ethan. Nothing else, in spite of what’s happened today.”
Breathing erratically, she stood and yanked the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around her.
He got off the bed, but she shook her head and backed away. “Don’t touch me,” she said, and he stopped, frowning as he watched her.
“Megan, when I left, I hurt and I hated it.”
“Oh, you hurt, too?” she said, shaking her head. “Cry me a river. Let’s not dredge up even more anguish. I’ll shower and then I’m going for a swim.”
As she hurried out of the room, tears stung her eyes and she didn’t know whether she was crying out of frustration or anger.
Hopefully, now she no longer would, and she could deal with him on a more rational basis. She knew, in spite of her admonitions, he would continue to caress and flirt, because that was as natural to him as breathing. If only she could get this trip over with and something tolerable worked out!
As she went outside to retrieve her cover-up and her suit, she wondered where his staff was, but at the moment she barely cared. She’d never see them again after these few days.
She hurried to shower and in minutes jumped into the pool to swim laps, hoping to work off her emotional turmoil and restore her normal perspective.
Seven
“Let me help you out. We can swim in the ocean. It’s warm and buoyant, and if you see fish, they’re tropical and beautiful.” Lost in the rhythm of her laps, she’d missed Jared’s approach.
She gave him h
er hand and he pulled her up easily onto the side of the pool. He placed his hands on her waist. “Let me really look at this suit. It’s great, but it covers a lot.”
“Jared, we’re getting far away from working out our problems. They’re still present.”
“Lighten up, Megan,” he said easily. “It won’t hurt to drop them for tonight and get back on friendlier footing.”
“I can’s shut off my worries the way you can,” she replied swiftly, thinking about Ethan and the prospect of having him cut out of a big chunk of her life. “Kisses and moonlight swims don’t gain us anything.”
“Yes, they do,” he argued solemnly, stepping closer. “If we can get some kind of friendship and cooperation, it’ll help. We’re in this together, to some degree, for a long time to come. Tonight, let go of your worries. Ethan’s safe and happy. You won’t help him by staying aloof and worrying. C’mon. Try to be friends.”
“That’s a strange thing to say after making love to me,” she said, yet she realized he had a point, and her worrying tonight wasn’t going to solve her problems. “It’s just hard to let go when I’m filled with concern.”
He caressed her cheek. “I’m sure it is,” he said gently, making her want to plead her case again, but she knew that was pointless.
“You win for now. I’ll try, but I can’t let go of my anxiety.”
“I’ll try to help. Come on. A good swim will remove a little stress,” he said, leading her toward the beach.
“There’s someone’s yacht anchored not far out,” she noticed, looking at the sun splashing over a dazzling white boat.
“It’s mine, and right now no one’s on it. It’s wired with alarms, so it doesn’t have to have someone there constantly. That’s two things money can buy—security and privacy.”
“Race you to the floating dock,” he said, while he tossed their towels onto the warm sand.
She ran with him and knew he was keeping pace with her, because he could easily outrun her. He released her hand when they were in knee-deep water and she continued to splash on, surprised how far the shallow water extended. When it deepened, Jared jumped in to swim.
She followed, knowing he would easily reach the dock first. When he did, he gave her a hand and pulled her up beside him and she raked her wet hair back from her face.
“The water is perfect and so beautiful.”
“What’s beautiful is you,” he said, turning to place his hand behind her head.
“Jared—”
“Shh, Meg. One kiss isn’t catastrophic,” he said, his gaze lowering to her mouth. Her pulse drummed as he leaned down to cover her mouth with his.
“Not to you,” she whispered, before his lips covered hers. Then he kissed her and she wound her arm around his neck and kissed him in return. Finally she pushed away.
“Stop—and remember what I told you.”
With a hungry look that was filled with desire, he released her and sat beside her. She wrinkled her nose at him.
“Besides, I don’t want you to interfere with my swim.”
She expected one of his light remarks. Instead, he gave her a somber look, and she couldn’t imagine what he was thinking.
“Jared, today has been unique, a temporary truce and lull, and I love your home and I love swimming. But all this is simply postponing the inevitable.”
“I know, but I thought it would be best if we got on better footing with each other.”
“We’ve done that, all right,” she quipped.
“It’s better than arguing,” he said quietly. “Also, it gives each of us more of a chance to think things through.”
She knew she would remember this day the rest of her life. She’d remember Jared sitting beside her, drops of water glistening on his bronze shoulders and body, the warm sun shining and cool water lapping around them, the beach and house in sight—a dream that was real.
“After dinner, we’ll give it another go.”
She nodded, knowing this was an illusion of peace and compatibility. In spite of the past few hours, their relationship was stormier than ever.
“Well, I came planning to swim, so I’ll swim,” she said, turning to look at the yellow buoys bobbing several hundred yards farther out. “It’s safe to the buoys?” she asked.
“That’s right.”
She jumped in and swam, and in seconds he swam beside her, eventually swimming back to shore. She walked out and spread a towel to sit cross-legged in the sand, and he did the same.
“That was fantastic. The water is perfect. I may have to think about some kind of place like this for myself. It would be good for Ethan because he’s not much of a swimmer, but he likes the water.”
Jared stood and extended his hand. “If you’re ready to go in, we’ll dress and I’ll tell Lupita to put on dinner.”
“Where is Lupita? I haven’t seen anyone since we first arrived.”
“The staff knows how to stay out of sight. She’ll get dinner on and then go for the night. They have homes in this compound, but beyond the security walls. There’s nothing inside the walls except my house, its outbuildings and us.”
At the veranda, he paused. “I’ll go find Lupita and meet you here in half an hour and we can have a drink before dinner.”
She nodded and headed for her room.
Finally clad in a black knit shirt and black slacks, Jared looked dark, handsome and dangerous. He was a threat to her future and he wasn’t going to go away and let her live her life the way she had before.
Jared crossed the veranda to take her hands while his gaze drifted lazily over her. “You look beautiful. Far more tempting than dinner.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “Thank you, Jared.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“A piña colada, please, if that’s possible.”
“Quite possible,” Jared replied, moving around behind a bar to get bottles of light and dark rum that he poured into a blender, adding other ingredients and mixing them with crushed ice. He poured the drink into a hurricane glass and handed it to her, getting a cold beer for himself. Taking her chilled glass, she moved to a chair to sit and gaze at the ocean. The sun was a huge fiery ball, low on the horizon.
“Will you bring Ethan here?” she asked.
“I’ll take him everywhere,” Jared said. She felt the hurt again.
“I always thought about taking him places, but I thought I should wait until he’s older. I suppose I waited too long.”
“Nonsense. You can still go where you want with him,” Jared said. “You can come with us, if you want to,” he said.
She turned to him. “Jared, today was lust. It was sexual, meaningless, nothing more. It didn’t bind us together in any manner except physically. My feelings toward you haven’t changed. And your feelings are no kinder toward me than mine are toward you.”
He set his drink on a table. “That’s not so. I think there was more to this afternoon than you’ll admit or recognize because you’re still angry with me. We can both come here and bring Ethan with us and have a wonderful escape,” he said.
She shook her head. “No. That won’t work, Jared. Not really. Today was no indicator of the future.”
He looked annoyed, and then he seemed to visibly relax. “You’re cutting yourself out of some good moments,” Jared said.
“I’ll manage.”
“Dinner is served,” Lupita announced, her voice cutting through the tense moment.
“Thanks, Lupita,” Jared said, standing to take Megan’s arm to stroll to another section of the veranda where it curved around a wing of the house. Tall palms lined their patio, and potted palms and banana trees gave the appearance of being in a garden by the sea.
With candles burning despite the daylight, the glass-and-iron table set with colorful china and sparkling crystal was ready for a photo shoot. On the table was an appetizer of escargot, while steaming, covered dishes waited next to it. Jared held her chair, his hand drifting lightly to her nape and th
en he sat himself across from her, smiling at her.
“I don’t know how you ever leave this and go back to Texas.”
“It’s too quiet except for a few days at a time. I’m too active and like to work. I imagine you’d feel the same if you were here for weeks. The first visit, I stayed a month. I haven’t lasted that long since.”
She could well imagine that he always brought a woman with him. Just as he had with her. Trying to avoid the subject burning inside her, she chatted with him over dinner of jambalaya, fluffy golden asiago biscuits and melons, mango and kiwi with Gorgonzola cheese. Dessert was thin slices of cheesecake flown in from Miami. Pale slices were drizzled with chocolate and raspberry sauce. Dinner was delectable, their conversation innocuous, but his gaze clearly conveyed smoldering desire.
“Dinner is delicious. Are you trying to soften me up in all possible ways?”
“You’re soft and warm now, each luscious inch,” he said, smiling at her.
“I walked into that one. Thank you, Jared. Those compliments come so easily to you, you must not even think about what you’re saying.”
“Not so, Meg,” he said, caressing her hand. “Being together is good. I see great hope for the future.”
As the sun vanished and darkness enveloped them, lanterns and outdoor lighting automatically came on over the veranda and along the beach. The flickering light highlighted the planes of Jared’s face, his straight nose and prominent cheekbones.
“Let’s move where it’s comfortable,” he suggested, and she nodded.
While she chatted with Jared, Lupita and Adan cleared and said good night.
“It’s difficult to imagine that you require a bodyguard.”
“I think I should hire one for you, and I know Ethan is going to have to have one.” Jared leaned forward. “His life is going to change and you can’t stop it. There are things that go along with my wealth. Paparazzi, the possibility of kidnapping.”
She flinched and looked away, hating everything that was happening to her life and to Ethan’s. “If only I had sold the ranch to you. You would never have known about Ethan,” she said bitterly.