Are you enjoying this?'
Joel's question caught her off-guard. Before his near silence had added to the whole unreal aura that had enveloped her from the first moment he took her in his arms. Almost she had persuaded herself that she had strayed into some fantasy dream world from which she could simply wake up any time she wished, but now suddenly reality hit her. She was here … in Joel's arms, enjoying his lovemaking with an intensity that was sweeping away all her previous conceptions of herself.
As she looked into his eyes, seeing them clearly now, without the benefit of any champagne-induced fogging haze; seeing within them a fine mingling of compassion, tenderness, and something else … something so eternally masculine and elemental that her body responded automatically to it, curving into his, her husky Yes' was half lost against his skin as she pressed her lips to his throat confused by the maelstrom of emotions suddenly seething within her, knowing that it was not purely desire that was making her so femalely pliable in his arms.
His skin tasted salt against her tongue and while part of her acknowledged the pleasure of such tactile contact her mind laboured dully trying to understand by what tortuous tracks and byways she had come to where she was now … to loving him. The admission that she loved him slid so easily into her mind that she knew it must have been there some time. Instinct screamed at her that to love him would only bring her pain, but held within his arms it was impossible to listen to instinct or caution. She kissed him, tasting his skin, losing herself completely in the joy of absorbing all she could of him into her senses feeling the suddenly accelerated thud of his heartbeat as his body responded to the touch of her hands and mouth.
Now when he touched her there was a hint of pagan savagery beneath his tenderness that drew a corresponding response from her; as though physically their bodies were communicating on a deeper more primitive level than their senses. There was nothing she wanted more than his ultimate and complete possession of her, in fact she wanted it so badly that she was the one to initiate it, moving arousingly against him, her hips writhing seductively against his in an age-old dance of seduction, which made it all the more bitterly devastating when suddenly, for no reason she could think of, behind her closed eyelids the old vision of him danced, bitter and contemptuous, freezing her body into rigid agony at the moment of his possession, destroying the golden bubble of pleasure that had enclosed her.
Lissa!"
She shuddered under the harshly abrasive way he said her name. It's all right … Open your eyes.'
Unbelievably she was obeying him, opening her tightly closed eyes to look despairingly into his.
See, it's all right. Look at me, Lissa. Look at me … ' His heart was still thudding erratically, sweat glistening on his skin, but the topaz eyes were nothing like the ones that had haunted her darkness, the curve of his mouth; the way his skin clung tightly to his cheekbones making her realise that the portrait relayed to her by her mind's eye was actually a caricature of reality … and that the way he was looking at her, with desire, with need … but most of all with understanding bore not the slightest resemblance to the expression she had once thought she had seen.
The muscles of her throat started to relax, her small choked sob of distress, silenced by the gentle pressure of his mouth.
I want you, Lissa. I want to make love to you … to feel your body hold mine like a silken sheath … ' He was interspersing his words with hungry, drugging kisses and she could feel herself responding, mentally and physically. I need to be deep inside you.' He moved as he spoke and her body melted, heat radiating outwards from deep inside her as he thrust against her and then inside her, her resistance flooding away on a shuddering breath of pleasure.
If she had thought she had already tasted the heady wine of pleasure, it had been a mere sip compared to what she was now experiencing. Once the trauma of her self-imposed barriers had been overcome the brief pain of Joel's initial possession had been nothing; something fleetingly felt and then forgotten beneath the waves of sensation which had overwhelmed her.
It was like touching heaven; being immortal … escaping the bonds of human limitations, and to know that Joel had shared that pinnacle of human pleasure with her made it all the more precious.
As her body relaxed into lethargy she summoned enough energy to say drowsily, You got me drunk deliberately didn't you?'
"Not drunk,' Joel corrected her, merely pleasurably relaxed. Do you regret it?'
Lissa shook her head. No.' How could she regret it? How could any woman regret sharing the most mystic of all human experiences with the man she loved? But then of course Joel did not know that she loved him, and he certainly did not love her. So why, why had he made love to her? Not just on impulse but deliberately. She turned towards him, studying his face in the lamp light. He looked relaxed, younger … supinely male and satisfied. A tiny thrill of pleasure ran through her. It was frightening to realise how vulnerable she was; how easily the smallest thing about him could please her, even to the extent of knowing that it was making love to her that had brought that almost animal langour to his body.
I don't regret it at all Joel,' she told him honestly. But why? It wasn't just on impulse.'
No,' he agreed. No it wasn't an impulse. Nor was it simply to satisfy my own desire for you. Oh yes,' he told her watching her, despite what you seem to have thought to the contrary; the fact that you were sexually inexperienced did not lessen my desire for you, Lissa, and I'm not going to pretend that what we just shared together was anything less than extremely pleasurable … nor that I'm not hoping that it's a pleasure we will share again, but after you'd told me about your phobia it seemed to me that as I was the focal point of your trauma, then I should be the one to help you to overcome it. I thought if you could see me, not as some disapproving intruder, but as a man … a man very much aware of you as a beautiful and desirable woman, and every bit as vulnerable as you are yourself.' His thumb touched her cheekbone as she turned towards him. Yes, you are beautiful and desirable Lissa,' he repeated softly. Didn't my body tell you that?'
The memories conjured up by his words caused her to tremble slightly with a tiny thrill of remembered need.
Yes,' she admitted huskily.
It wasn't all entirely premeditated,' Joel added. The idea of getting you to relax via a few glasses of champagne only occurred to me today. I'd noticed that you didn't recoil quite as strongly from me when I touched you, so I knew you were beginning to relax with me.'
But … but how did you know … that, that I'd be responsive to you?' Lissa asked him. Could he have guessed what she had not? Could he have known that she loved him? She hoped desperately that he did not. What he had said to her had made it plain that he did not love her; compassion and desire were not love.
I didn't. It was a chance I had to take. For all I knew you could have been completely turned off by me physically, but I was hoping the champagne would lower your inhibitions for long enough for me to find out if that air of sensuality you have about you had any basis in reality. No matter what you might have been told, Lissa, one does not have to be wildly or passionately in love to enjoy a sexual relationship.'
No, but surely love does add something,' she protested, remembering the surge of responsiveness she had felt when she realised that she loved him.
A great deal,' he agreed, especially when we're talking about loving someone as opposed to being in love with them. You and I get on extremely well together Lissa … far better than I'd envisaged. It's my view that our marriage could be an extremely fulfilling and happy one-for both of us. Tonight was something of an experiment … an attempt on my part to make some reparation to you for the past. I felt I owed it to you to give you the freedom to overcome the past. I think I've succeeded, but now it's up to you to decide whether you wish to use that freedom in staying with me … as my wife … or whether you now feel you want to be free to form other relationships.'
Lissa knew that he was being completely fair and open with her but her heart ached for some whispered words of love … some absurd demand that she remain his and his alone, even if they were lies.
Don't think about it now … Go to sleep.' As he switched off his lamp he asked teasingly, By the way, am I forgiven for my sins? Plying you with drink … seducing you?'
I'll tell you in the morning,' Lissa responded drowsily. He wasn't going to have it all his own way. She might now know that she loved him, but it was a secret she would always keep to herself, she decided sleepily. Something she would do her utmost to conceal from him.