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"No," she answered. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?"
"Because you look so disappointed. Did you wish to comfort me?"
"That thought did cross my mind," he admitted dryly. His frown intensified when he realized she was trying not to laugh at him. He pulled away from the door and walked over to the side of her bed. Jade moved her legs out of the way just a second before he sat down.
She tried desperately not to stare at his bare chest. The mat of dark, curly hair tapered to a line that
ended in the middle of his flat stomach. She wanted to run her fingers through the crisp hair, to feel his heat against her breasts, to…
"Hell, Jade, most women would have been afraid."
His voice pulled her from her erotic thoughts. "I'm not most women," she replied. "You'd best understand that now, Caine."
He was having trouble understanding much of anything now. He stared at the buttons on the top of her white nightgown, thinking about the silky skin hidden beneath.
His sigh was ragged. Now that he knew she wasn't worried about the storm, he really should leave. His pants, wet from the storm, were probably soaking the covers.
He knew he should leave, but he couldn't seem to move.
"I'm not at all like most of the women you know," she announced, just to fill the sudden awkward silence. Drops of water clung to his muscular shoulders and upper arms. In the candlelight, the moisture made his bronzed skin glisten. She turned her attention to his lap. That was a mistake, she realized. The bulge between his thighs was very evident… and arousing. She could feel herself blush in reaction.
"You're soaking wet," she blurted out. "Have you been walking in the storm, you daft man?"
"I had to go to the stables to help quiet the horses."
"Your hair turns to curl when it's wet," she added. "You must have hated that when you were a child."
"I hated it so much I wouldn't share my toys," he drawled out.
His gaze turned to her chest. He noticed her hardened nipples brushing against the thin fabric of her gown. It took a supreme act of discipline not to touch her. His control was close to snapping, and even a simple goodnight kiss would make him forget his good intentions.
Another bolt of lightning lit up the room, followed by an ear-piercing explosion of thunder. Caine was off the bed and standing by the window before Jade had kicked the covers away.
"That surely hit something," Caine announced. "I don't think I've ever seen a storm as fierce as this one."
He peered into the darkness, looking for signs of a budding fire. Then he felt Jade take hold of his hand. He hid his concern when he turned to look down at her.
"It will wear out very soon," she promised. She nodded when he looked so surprised, squeezed his hand to reassure him, and added, "You'll see."
He couldn't believe she was actually trying to comfort him. Since she looked so sincere, he didn't dare laugh. He didn't want to hurt her tender feelings, and if she felt the need to soothe him, he'd let her.
"Uncle use to tell me the angels were brawling whenever there was a thunderstorm," she said. "He made it sound as if they were having quite a party."
"And did you believe your uncle?" he asked, a smile in his voice.
"No."
He did laugh then, a full booming sound that reminded her of thunder.
"I have grown to appreciate your honesty, Jade. I find it most appealing."
She didn't look as though she wanted to hear that opinion. She let go of his hand and shook her head again. "Everything's always black and white to you, isn't it? There's never any room for deviations, is there? I tried to believe my uncle, but I knew he was lying to soothe my fear. Sometimes, Caine, a lie is all for the good. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
He stared down at her for a long minute. "Give me another example, Jade." His voice was whisper soft. "Have you ever lied to me?"
She slowly nodded.
Several heartbeats later, Caine asked, "And what was this lie?"
She didn't answer him soon enough to please him. His hands were suddenly on her shoulders and he forcefully turned her to face him. Then he nudged her chin up, demanding she look at him. "Explain this lie!" he demanded.
The look in his eyes chilled her. She couldn't find any warmth there. The color had turned the gray of winter mornings.
"You cannot abide a lie then, no matter what the reason?"
"Tell me what the lie was," he instructed again.
"I don't really dislike you."
"What?" he asked, looking incredulous.
"I said, I don't really dislike you."
"That's it? That's the lie you…"
"Yes."
She could feel the tension ebb from his grasp. "Well, hell, Jade, I thought it was something serious."
"like what?" she demanded in a raised voice.
"Like perhaps you were married," he answered in a near shout of his own. "I already know you don't dislike me," he added in a softer tone of voice.
"You're impossible," she cried out. "Unbending, too. If I had other lies, I certainly wouldn't admit them
to you now. You get too cranky."
"Jade?"
"Yes?"
"What other lies?"
"I thought about telling you I was married," she said then. "But I'm not any good at fabrications and
I didn't think you'd believe me."
"Why would you want me to believe you were married?"
He was rubbing her shoulders now in an absentminded fashion. "Because," she rushed out. "In the
tavern, well, you were looking at me very like a tiger planning his next meal, and I thought that if you believed I was married… or recently widowed, then I'd gain your compassion."
"So you wanted my compassion and not my lust?"
She nodded. "You must admit that we are attracted to each other. I've never wanted a man to touch
me the way I want you to… touch me."
"That's nice to know, my love."
"Oh, you already know it," she whispered. "Quit looking so pleased with yourself. It was bound to
happen sooner or later."
"What was bound to happen?"
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