She should perhaps regret giving herself with such eagerness to Gabriel, she acknowledged with a sigh. He had, after all, proven to be a miserable husband who had insulted her, abandoned her and overall treated her with a shocking lack of respect.
And she was far from forgiving him.
But in truth, she was too content to stir up the necessary remorse.
It was not the fact he had rushed to France in an attempt to save her, she hastily assured herself. Or that he had done everything in his power to see to her comfort despite their rough surroundings.
She was not so weak as to be swayed into believing this man had genuine concern for her. Such thoughts could only lead to disappointment. And God knew, she had endured enough disappointment for a lifetime.
But she was female enough to appreciate the touch of a skilled lover. And since she was expected to share the bed of her husband regardless of her own feelings, why not enjoy what he offered?
All very logical until his clever fingers brushed along the curve of her waist, sending a jolt of anticipation shivering through her body.
Meeting his silver gaze, Talia felt more than mere desire stirring deep within her. The dangerous warmth spoke of emotions that were best destroyed before they could break her heart.
“The rain has stopped,” she struggled to choke out.
He chuckled softly, his hand boldly cupping her breast and allowing his thumb to tease at her sensitive nipple.
“Has it?”
She shifted her gaze to the shuttered windows, attempting to ignore the pleasure coiling through the pit of her stomach at each stroke of his thumb.
“Yes.” She swallowed a low moan, lowering her eyes to meet his smoldering gaze. “Should we not be leaving?”
A stark, haunting pain rippled over his beautiful features before he was determinedly lowering his head to nuzzle a line of kisses along her collarbone.
“No doubt we should,” he murmured, his breath sending prickles of pleasure over the upper curve of her breast.
Talia threaded her fingers through his hair and attempted to bring a halt to his caresses before she became utterly lost in his exquisite seduction.
There was something Gabriel was attempting to hide from her. Something that was clearly causing him great distress.
“Gabriel,” she said when he ignored her tugs on his hair.
“Hmm?”
“What is troubling you?”
He traced the tip of her breast with his tongue. “At the moment, nothing.”
“But…” Talia bit off her words, grimly accepting the unpalatable truth that while Gabriel might be willing to share his passion, he obviously still found her an unworthy confidante. And why should he? He had, after all, made it quite clear that their marriage was nothing more than a necessary evil. She swallowed the stupid lump that was lodged in her throat. “Never mind.”
Lifting his head, Gabriel gazed down at her with a sudden frown.
“A typical female response that is intended to ensure that I do mind.”
She stiffened, offended by his unfair accusation. “I do not play such games. If you do not wish to share your thoughts, then so be it.”
A hint of color flared along his cheekbones, but braced for a scathing response, Talia was unprepared as Gabriel surged to his feet, roughly shoving his fingers through his hair.
“Have you considered the notion that I might wish to escape from my thoughts for a while?”
His voice was low, but she did not miss the edge of raw distress. Thrusting aside her ingrained modesty, Talia ignored the fact they were both stark naked and lifted herself off the wooden floor to stand directly before him.#p#分页标题#e#
Lightly she touched his arm. “Is it possible to escape from your thoughts?”
Without warning he wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her against his body with a tormented urgency.
“It depends upon the distraction,” he rasped, his lips moving in a tender caress over her temple and down her cheek, until he reached the corner of her mouth. It was then that he realized she remained stiff in his arms, her hands pressed against his chest, not in denial but not in welcome. Yanking back his head, he regarded her with a simmering frustration. “Damnation. Why do I feel as if I am being managed?”
She tilted her chin. “I told you, I do not—”
“For a female who does not play games you are remarkably good at them,” he interrupted in sharp tones, then sensing how easily he had wounded her, he heaved a sigh and pressed his forehead to hers. “Forgive me, Talia. You are right, I am troubled.”
Talia carefully considered her words, unwilling to destroy this fragile moment.
“Do you fear that we will not be able to escape the French?” she at last inquired.