Chesapeake Blue
Page 69
This town, she thought, looking out at the lights and the landmarks, smothered her. Was it any wonder she'd bolted to a place where the air was clear?
She wanted to sit on her porch, to feel that quiet satisfaction after a long day's work. She wanted to know Seth was beside her, or would be.
How strange it was that she could see that image so clearly, could see it spinning on, day after day. Year after year. And she could barely make out the shape and texture of the life she'd led before. All she knew was the weight of it at moments like this.
"Drusilla?"
She glanced over her shoulder, managed to suppress the sigh—and the oath—when Angela stepped up to her. "Let's not pretend we have something to say to each other, Angela. We played for the crowd."
"I have something to say to you. Something I've wanted to say for a long time. I owe you an apology." Dru lifted an eyebrow. "For?"
"This isn't easy for me. I was jealous of you. I resented you for having what I wanted. And I used that to justify sleeping with the man you were going to marry. I loved him, I wanted him, so I took what was available."
"And now you have him." Dru lifted a hand, palm up. "Problem solved."
"I didn't like being the other woman. Sneaking around, taking whatever scraps he had left over. I convinced myself it was your fault, that was the only way I could live with it. All I had to do was get you out of the way and Jonah and I could be together."
"You did do it on purpose." Dru turned, leaned back against the railing. "I wondered."
"Yes, I did it on purpose. It was impulse, and one I've regretted even though… well, even though. You didn't deserve to find out that way. You hadn't done anything. You were the injured party, and I played a large role in hurting you. I'm very sorry for it."
"Are you apologizing because your conscience is bothering you, Angela, or because it'll tidy up the path before you marry Jonah?"
"Both."
Honesty at least, Dru thought, she could respect. "All right, you're absolved. Go forth and sin no more. He wouldn't have had the guts to apologize, to come to me this way, face-to-face, and admit he was wrong. Why are you with someone like that?"
"I love him," Angela said simply. "Strong points, weak points, the whole package."
"Yes, I think you do. Good luck. Sincerely."
"Thank you." She started back in, then stopped. "Jonah's never looked at me the way I saw Seth Quinn look at you. I don't think he ever will. Some of us settle for what we can get." And some of us, Dru realized, get more than we ever knew we wanted.
HE WAS worn out when they got back to Dru's. From the drive, from the tension, from the thoughts circling like vultures in his mind.
"I owe you big."
He turned his head, stared at her blankly. "What?"
"I owe you for tolerating everything. My grandfather's interrogation, my ex-fiancé’s smugness, my mother's prancing you around for over an hour like you were a prize stallion at a horse show, for all the questions, the intimations, the speculations. You had to run the gauntlet."
"Yeah, well." He jerked his shoulders, shoved open the car door. "You warned me."
"My father was rude, several times."
"Not especially. He just doesn't like me." Hands in his pockets, Seth walked with her toward the front door. "I get the impression he's not going to like any guy, particularly, who touches his princess."
"I'm not a princess."
"Oh, sugar, when your family's got themselves a couple of business and political empires, you're a princess. You just don't want to live in an ivory tower."
"I'm not what they assume I am. I don't want what they persist in believing I want. I'm never going to please them in the way they continually expect. This is my life now. Will you stay?"
"Tonight?"
"To start."
He stepped inside with her. He didn't know what to do with the despair, with the sudden, urgent fear that he was going to lose everything he'd tried so hard to hold on to.
He pulled her close, as if to prove he could hold on to this. And could hear the mocking laughter rising in his brain.
"I need…" He pressed his face into the curve of her neck. "Goddamn it. I need—"
"What?" Trying to soothe, she stroked her hands over his back. "What do you need?" Too much, he thought. More, he was sure, than fate would ever let him have. But for now, for tonight, all needs could be one.
"You." He spun her around, shoved her back against the door in a move as sharp and shocking as a whiplash. His mouth cut off her gasp of surprise in a kiss that burned toward the savage.
"I need you." He stared down into her wide, stunned eyes. "I'm not going to treat you like a princess tonight." He dragged her dress up to the waist, and his hand, rough and intimate, pressed between her legs. "You're not going to want me to."
"Seth." She gripped his shoulders, too dazed to push him away.
"Tell me to stop." He stabbed his fingers into her, drove up her hard and fast. Panic, excitement, burst inside her with the darkest of pleasures. "No." She let herself fly, vowed to take him with her. "No, we won't stop."
"I'll take what I need." He snapped one of the thin jeweled straps so the material slithered down to cling to the tip of her breast. "You may not be ready for what I need tonight."
"I'm not fragile." Her breath clogged in her throat. "I'm not weak." Though she shuddered, her gaze stayed on his. "You might not be ready for what I need tonight."
"We're about to find out." He whipped her around, pressed her against the door and fixed his teeth on the nape of her neck.
She cried out, her hands fisting against the door as his raced over her.
They had loved urgently, with great tenderness, even with laughter. But she'd never known the kind of desperation he showed her now. A desperation that was ruthless, reckless and rough. She hadn't known she could revel in it, could feel that same whippy violence herself. Or that she could rejoice in the snapping of her own control.
He assaulted her senses, and left her writhing on the wreckage.
He yanked the second strap, broke the elegant jeweled length in half so the dress slid down into a red puddle on the floor.
She wanted to sit on her porch, to feel that quiet satisfaction after a long day's work. She wanted to know Seth was beside her, or would be.
How strange it was that she could see that image so clearly, could see it spinning on, day after day. Year after year. And she could barely make out the shape and texture of the life she'd led before. All she knew was the weight of it at moments like this.
"Drusilla?"
She glanced over her shoulder, managed to suppress the sigh—and the oath—when Angela stepped up to her. "Let's not pretend we have something to say to each other, Angela. We played for the crowd."
"I have something to say to you. Something I've wanted to say for a long time. I owe you an apology." Dru lifted an eyebrow. "For?"
"This isn't easy for me. I was jealous of you. I resented you for having what I wanted. And I used that to justify sleeping with the man you were going to marry. I loved him, I wanted him, so I took what was available."
"And now you have him." Dru lifted a hand, palm up. "Problem solved."
"I didn't like being the other woman. Sneaking around, taking whatever scraps he had left over. I convinced myself it was your fault, that was the only way I could live with it. All I had to do was get you out of the way and Jonah and I could be together."
"You did do it on purpose." Dru turned, leaned back against the railing. "I wondered."
"Yes, I did it on purpose. It was impulse, and one I've regretted even though… well, even though. You didn't deserve to find out that way. You hadn't done anything. You were the injured party, and I played a large role in hurting you. I'm very sorry for it."
"Are you apologizing because your conscience is bothering you, Angela, or because it'll tidy up the path before you marry Jonah?"
"Both."
Honesty at least, Dru thought, she could respect. "All right, you're absolved. Go forth and sin no more. He wouldn't have had the guts to apologize, to come to me this way, face-to-face, and admit he was wrong. Why are you with someone like that?"
"I love him," Angela said simply. "Strong points, weak points, the whole package."
"Yes, I think you do. Good luck. Sincerely."
"Thank you." She started back in, then stopped. "Jonah's never looked at me the way I saw Seth Quinn look at you. I don't think he ever will. Some of us settle for what we can get." And some of us, Dru realized, get more than we ever knew we wanted.
HE WAS worn out when they got back to Dru's. From the drive, from the tension, from the thoughts circling like vultures in his mind.
"I owe you big."
He turned his head, stared at her blankly. "What?"
"I owe you for tolerating everything. My grandfather's interrogation, my ex-fiancé’s smugness, my mother's prancing you around for over an hour like you were a prize stallion at a horse show, for all the questions, the intimations, the speculations. You had to run the gauntlet."
"Yeah, well." He jerked his shoulders, shoved open the car door. "You warned me."
"My father was rude, several times."
"Not especially. He just doesn't like me." Hands in his pockets, Seth walked with her toward the front door. "I get the impression he's not going to like any guy, particularly, who touches his princess."
"I'm not a princess."
"Oh, sugar, when your family's got themselves a couple of business and political empires, you're a princess. You just don't want to live in an ivory tower."
"I'm not what they assume I am. I don't want what they persist in believing I want. I'm never going to please them in the way they continually expect. This is my life now. Will you stay?"
"Tonight?"
"To start."
He stepped inside with her. He didn't know what to do with the despair, with the sudden, urgent fear that he was going to lose everything he'd tried so hard to hold on to.
He pulled her close, as if to prove he could hold on to this. And could hear the mocking laughter rising in his brain.
"I need…" He pressed his face into the curve of her neck. "Goddamn it. I need—"
"What?" Trying to soothe, she stroked her hands over his back. "What do you need?" Too much, he thought. More, he was sure, than fate would ever let him have. But for now, for tonight, all needs could be one.
"You." He spun her around, shoved her back against the door in a move as sharp and shocking as a whiplash. His mouth cut off her gasp of surprise in a kiss that burned toward the savage.
"I need you." He stared down into her wide, stunned eyes. "I'm not going to treat you like a princess tonight." He dragged her dress up to the waist, and his hand, rough and intimate, pressed between her legs. "You're not going to want me to."
"Seth." She gripped his shoulders, too dazed to push him away.
"Tell me to stop." He stabbed his fingers into her, drove up her hard and fast. Panic, excitement, burst inside her with the darkest of pleasures. "No." She let herself fly, vowed to take him with her. "No, we won't stop."
"I'll take what I need." He snapped one of the thin jeweled straps so the material slithered down to cling to the tip of her breast. "You may not be ready for what I need tonight."
"I'm not fragile." Her breath clogged in her throat. "I'm not weak." Though she shuddered, her gaze stayed on his. "You might not be ready for what I need tonight."
"We're about to find out." He whipped her around, pressed her against the door and fixed his teeth on the nape of her neck.
She cried out, her hands fisting against the door as his raced over her.
They had loved urgently, with great tenderness, even with laughter. But she'd never known the kind of desperation he showed her now. A desperation that was ruthless, reckless and rough. She hadn't known she could revel in it, could feel that same whippy violence herself. Or that she could rejoice in the snapping of her own control.
He assaulted her senses, and left her writhing on the wreckage.
He yanked the second strap, broke the elegant jeweled length in half so the dress slid down into a red puddle on the floor.
