Danger Zone (18 page)

“You knew,” Karen said. “You had a reason for saying it and I can’t forget that.”

He seized her shoulders and drew her up to face him. “Can you deny that you feel what I do?” he asked, almost angrily.

“No.” The word came out like a sigh.

“Then what are we yammering about?”

His fingers were digging into her flesh, and when she tried to move he held her still.

“But you’ve felt it with lots of women,” Karen protested softly.

“What?” he said alertly, watching her face.

“Desire,” she murmured.

He released her suddenly and covered his face with his hands. “You are going to drive me crazy,” he said, between his teeth. “Didn’t you just tell me today Mary Lafferty said I
wouldn’t
sleep with her?”

“Yes, but that was different. You had a different reason.”

He threw up his hands in mystification. “Okay, I’ll bite. What are you talking about?” 

“I can’t treat this as casually as you can.” 

“What makes you think I’m treating it casually?” he asked, his eyes locked with hers.

Karen shook her head sadly. “Steven, I may not be the most experienced woman in the world but I even I can see what’s happening. Your first instinct was right. You resisted getting involved with me because you knew I would want more than you were prepared to give. But tonight you’re feeling grateful because I helped you, and we’re alone here together, and you’re saying to yourself, What the hell. Then tomorrow, or the next day, or maybe not then but sometime, you’ll be sorry and wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. Isn’t that right?”

He stared at her for several seconds, then looked away. He didn’t say anything for so long that she was about to speak again when he turned his head. There was an expression on his face she’d never seen before.

“You don’t understand anything about me, do you?” he muttered. He blinked, and she saw the rise and fall of his chest as he took a deep breath.

“What?” Karen whispered, leaning forward and touching his bare shoulder. “What is it, Steven? You can tell me.”

“I didn’t want to get involved because I know a girl like you would never stay,” he said hoarsely. “Not for the long haul. Right now I’m unusual, a new experience, and attractive for that reason. But that will wear off—it always does— and you’ll be left with me, Steve Colter. And Steve Colter doesn’t have a promising career; he doesn’t even have a steady job. He’s not the type of person you could introduce to your sister and be proud.” He bent his head. “I know what I am Karen, and I’m no bargain for any woman.” He looked up again and held her gaze. “Are you sure you’re the only one who’s taking a chance?”

Karen couldn’t reply. So this was what lay behind the smokescreen of his hurtful words at the hospital.

She reached out and touched his cheek gently. “But you take chances every day,” she finally managed to say. “You put yourself in danger all the time.”

He shook his head, not looking at her. “That’s not the same. It’s only possible to die once, and then the pain is over. But if you became necessary to me, then you left...” He broke off and shrugged. “I don’t want to miss you all my life.”

Karen leaned forward, putting her face against his shoulder. “Oh, Steven,” she whispered, “you’re just like everyone else after all.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re afraid of being hurt.”

He made no reply.

“I didn’t think you were afraid of anything,” Karen murmured. She looked up at him and his blue gaze met hers.

“I guess we’re both taking a chance,” she added softly.

He slipped his hand under her hair, inside the collar of her gown. He stroked the nape of her neck and she shivered with anticipation.

“Karen, I need you,” he murmured. “Make love with me tonight.”

Her fears forgotten, Karen turned willingly into his arms.

Colter held her quietly for a long moment, and Karen explored his torso with light, caressing fingers, taking care to avoid the bandage he still wore. He gasped as she traced the line of hair that bisected his middle, then sighed, disappointed, when she stopped at the sheet folded at his waist.

Colter pulled her into his lap, kissing her, and Karen wound her arms around his neck, giving herself to the experience. He smelled wonderful, warm and musky, his skin fragrant with a unique scent she clearly recalled, masculine and definitely his. He ran his hands down her flanks, seeking the hem of her gown, and Karen stiffened.

“Hey,” he said into her ear, half laughing, “this has to come off.”

“I know,” she replied, hugging him to cover her embarrassment. “But I’m a little nervous; it’s been so long.”

He pulled back and lifted her chin with his hand, searching her face. “How long?”

Karen dropped her eyes. “Two years.”

He stared at her. “Two
years
?”

“Since my divorce. And even before that we didn’t... I mean, not very often, and he wasn’t...” She stopped, mortified.

“Okay, okay,” Colter said soothingly, patting her back with circular motions as if burping a baby. “I get the picture. I’ll try to take it slow and easy, all right?”

“All right,” she whispered.

“Now, first things first.” He tugged at the nightgown again. Karen sat back, lifting it to her thighs and then crossing her arms and pulling it over her head. She held one arm behind her back and let it drift to the floor.

Colter’s eyes moved over her, drinking in her beauty. She was next to him on the couch, sitting on her haunches in the firelight. Dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting vividly with her ivory skin. Her body was half in shadow, but he could make out the swell of rose tipped breasts and the slim curve of her hips. He reached out to touch a smooth pale thigh and Karen caught her breath.

“You are so lovely,” he whispered.

He put his arm around her middle and pulled her toward him, kissing the petal soft skin at the juncture of her breasts. Karen held his head against her and arched her back, thrusting forward to seek his mouth.

Colter moved and took a nipple between his lips, sucking gently. Karen moaned and then looked down, watching him as a wave of longing engulfed her. He was flushed, as if with fever, and his eyes were closed, the better to lose himself in the luxurious sensation. His thick sandy lashes lay on his cheeks and his hair fell in careless strands across his forehead. She felt his large hands encircle her waist and hold her steady as he increased the pressure of his mouth. She bent like a willow, ever closer to him, gasping as his teeth grazed her, heightening her sensitivity almost to the point of pain.

He pulled back abruptly and she whimpered, following after him. He caught her and eased her downward until her back touched the mattress, and then loomed over her, tracing the line of her breasts with his hand. His touch was deliberately light, drifting, and she yearned toward him, unconsciously asking for more. He caressed her lower body, sculpting the long muscles of her thighs, and her legs fell apart in response. Making a low sound deep in his throat he bent and pressed his cheek to her abdomen, and Karen started at the contact with his fiery skin.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Just let go, and let me love you.” He was finding it difficult to hold back, but he paused until he could feel the tension lessen in her body as he held her.

“That’s good,” he whispered. “That’s fine.” He dragged his lips slowly over the satiny surface of her belly. “You’re like silk, all over.” He put his tongue into her navel and she bit back a cry, covering her mouth with her hand. Then it fell away in abandonment as his mouth created a heated path that cooled the instant he moved on, making her writhe in frustration.

“What?” he muttered. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” she moaned.

“I do,” he said hoarsely. He slipped his hands beneath her hips and lifted her to his mouth.

The sensation was so exquisite that Karen couldn’t make a sound. She held her breath as he caressed her, curling one hand in the sheet that lay twisted under them, digging the fingers of the other hand into his hair. He drove her to a mounting frenzy and then lifted his head when she clawed at his shoulder, trying to pull him up to her.

“You want me?” he said softly, kissing the smooth surface of her left hip.

Karen nodded wordlessly.

He moved over her for the first time and embraced her fully, twining his fingers with hers and pinning her arms above her head.

“You sure?” he whispered, lifting himself on his elbows and gazing down into her eyes.

Karen turned her head. “You tease me,” she whispered.

“No, baby,” he replied huskily, kissing her lightly on the mouth. “Waiting makes the pleasure sweeter.”

“Enough,” she gasped as he relaxed and she felt the length of his body pressed to hers. “Take me now.” She shifted her legs restlessly, trying to force him into position.

He remained immobile, watching her with an intensity that bespoke his true feelings.

Karen put her head down against the pillow and gazed up at him, at the pale eyes that seemed to fill the world. His skin was misted with a fine dew of perspiration, and her fingers glided across the slick muscular surface of his back as she urged him closer. Acting purely on instinct, Karen reached down and enclosed him with her hand, feeling his pulse of life respond to her caress.

He gasped and shut his eyes. “You win,” he said hoarsely. He molded her to him and Karen surged against him. The movement thrust her shoulder into the wound on his chest.

Colter grunted and stiffened, rolling off her. Karen clasped both hands to her mouth in horror, staring at him. The silence was awful. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he bit his lip with the effort of staying silent.

“My God, Steven, are you all right?” Karen wailed, when she had found her voice. She felt like crying. “We shouldn’t have done this. I told you it was too soon.”

She moved to rise and his hand shot out, grasping her wrist in an iron grip that belied his injury.

“No,” he said fiercely. “Don’t stop now.”

“But we can’t,” she protested.

“Come on to me,” he said urgently, drawing her toward him. “Come on.” She realized that he wanted her to take charge, make love to him.

“Please,” he rasped.

Karen crawled back into his arms, careful not to touch his chest. “I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you again,” she whispered.

He ran his hands down her back, pulling her across his thighs. She felt his muscles tense to receive her and the friction of his leg hair against her bare skin.

“You won’t,” he answered, drawing her closer. He put his face against her breasts and held her tightly, then slipped his hands beneath her, guiding her onto him. An involuntary sound escaped his lips as she enclosed him and he threw his head back, exhaling sharply. Karen fell forward onto his shoulder and neither of them stirred for a long moment, lost in the intense pleasure of their union.

“You can’t imagine how you feel to me,” Colter finally murmured, lifting her damp hair and kissing her neck tenderly. “No matter what happens, I’ll never forget this night.”

Karen’s eyes misted, blurring her vision. He always talked as if all they could share was memories.

“I’m not going to move,” she whispered. “I want to stay like this forever.”

“Move, please,” he groaned, gripping her hips and lifting her. “I’m dying.”

Karen put her hands on his upper arms to steady herself, and they were rigid, tensed powerfully, expectantly. He held her gaze with his and guided her in a pace that soon had her breathless, frantic. Suddenly he held her still and arched her backward. Karen trembled as he thrust upward and she felt him move more deeply inside her.

He pulled her down to him and kissed her wildly, tangling his fingers in her disordered hair. For the first time he seemed to be out of control, and Karen was exhilarated by her effect on him. She pulled back and he let her go reluctantly, watching with intoxicated eyes as she sat astride him, taking his face in her hands.

“Has it ever been like this for you before?” she asked, running her thumbs over his lips, his bearded cheeks.

He closed his eyes. “No.” The word was barely audible, an admission.

She bent and kissed him again, gently. “I understand, Steven. You don’t have to say anything more.”

He lay back and allowed her to continue, but they were both too carried away by their mutual ardor to last much longer. Impelled by Colter’s forceful hands on her hips, Karen drove them to a frenzied completion, and then collapsed against him, spent.

There was no sound in the room for a long while except their breathing gradually returning to normal, and the hiss and crackle of the fire.

“Hmm,” Colter finally said drowsily, “did I underestimate you.”

“I hope that’s a compliment.”

“It certainly is. When you told me two years, I thought I was really in trouble....”

She jabbed him in the ribs.

“But you did very well.”

“I surprised myself. With Ian, it was a lot different.”

“Your husband, you mean?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“No fire, huh?” he said.

“No. No fire.”

“Well, we may have our problems, but that’s not one of them,” he said quietly, kissing her temple. Then he asked, “Were you with anyone else before your husband?”

“Never.”

“So you were disappointed with him?” Colter persisted.

Karen shrugged within the confines of his arms. “I had no basis of comparison. I’m not sure that I felt I lacked anything, but I always wondered if there wasn’t something...”

“More?” he suggested.

“Yes, that’s right. More.”

“And now you know,” he said. There was a long pause, and then he added, “The only problem is that sometimes you can strike sparks with the wrong person.”

“Steven Colter, if you start that now I swear I will do something violent. I’m too happy for that lecture tonight,” Karen said firmly.

He fell silent. Karen listened to the rustle of the fire for a while and then said, “I didn’t mean that you couldn’t talk at all.”

He sighed. “What would you like to hear?” 

“Something that won’t spoil the mood.”