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“A lot of terrible things happened here in the early days. But if you think about it, honey, terrible things are still happening. Like Martina’s kidnapping.”
“The world hasn’t really changed very much, has it?” she asked sadly, watching the disturbance in his features at the thought of Martina and what she might be going through. She reached out and touched his arm gently. “They won’t hurt her, Jacob,” she said quietly. “Not until they get the money. Will they?”
“I don’t know.” He caught her arms and jerked her against his hard body, holding her there and staring intently into her eyes. “Frightened?” he asked on a husky note.
“No,” she lied.
His dark eyes held hers. “We’re supposed to be lovers on a holiday,” he reminded her. “Just in case anyone is watching us…”
His head started to bend, and she caught her breath. Her eyes dropped to his chiseled mouth and she suddenly became breathless.
“Haven’t you ever wondered?” he asked tautly, hesitating when he saw the shock on her young face.
Her eyes fluttered up to his fierce ones and back down again. “How it would be to…to kiss you?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
Her lips parted on a rush of breath. She felt her breasts pressed softly against his shirtfront and was aware of the hardness of warm muscles against their hardening tips. She felt trembly all over just at the touch of his body.
His hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders and up her throat to cup her face and look at it with searching eyes.
“For the record,” he murmured quietly, “is it a distasteful thought?”
That did shock her. She couldn’t imagine any woman finding him distasteful.
“It’s not that at all,” she said. Her fingers flattened against his shirtfront, feeling the warm strength of his body. “I’m afraid that you’ll be disappointed.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Why?”
She moved restlessly. “I haven’t kissed a lot of people. Well, you keep me too busy,” she added defensively when his eyes twinkled.
“So your education has been neglected?” He laughed softly. “I’ll teach you how to kiss, Gabby. It isn’t hard at all. Just close your eyes and I’ll do the rest.”
She did, and the first contact with that hard, persuasive mouth made her breath catch. He lifted his head, studying her.
“What was that wild little gasp about?” he asked gently.
Her wide eyes searched his. “You’re my boss….”
That seemed to anger him. “For today, I’m a man.” His thumbs under her chin coaxed her face up still farther. His head bent, his mouth hovering just above hers. “Relax, will you?” he whispered. “I can hear your bones straining.”
She laughed nervously. “I’m trying. You make me feel…stiff. I’m sorry, I’m kind of new at this.”
“Stiff how?” He pounced on that, his expression giving nothing away, his eyes narrow and unblinking.
Her lips parted. Her fingers contracted on his shirtfront, her nails biting unconsciously into his chest, and he stiffened. “Now you’re doing it, too,” she whispered.
His face relaxed, and there was a wild kind of relief in his dark eyes. He brushed his mouth over her forehead, her closed eyes. His hands slid behind her head and into the thick hair at her nape, cradling it.
“Gabby,” he murmured as he tasted the softness of her cheeks, her forehead, “that stiffness…have you felt it before with anyone?”
It was a casual-sounding question, nothing to alarm her. “No,” she murmured. She liked the soft, slow kisses he was pressing against her face.
“Would you like me to make it worse?”
She opened her dazed eyes to ask what he meant, and his open mouth crushed down on her lips. She gasped softly, letting her eyes close again. His mouth felt odd; it was warm and smoky tasting and very, very expert. Her fingers clung to the fabric of his shirt, twisting it into wrinkles. She stood quite still, her body tense with hunger, feeling the slow persuasion of his mouth grow rougher.
He lifted his mouth away from hers, his face so close that she couldn’t see anything but his lips. “Who taught you that it was impolite to open your mouth when a man kissed it?” he whispered softly.
Her eyes went dazedly up to his dark ones. “Is it?” she whispered back, her voice sounding high-pitched and shaky.
“No,” he breathed. His thumb gently tugged on her lower lip, coaxing her mouth open. “I want to taste you, Gabby. I want to touch you…inside…”
She started to tremble at the sensuality of the words and of his touch. His mouth eased hers open and slowly increased its hungry pressure. She felt the tiny bristle of a half day’s growth of beard around his mouth and felt the hardness of his tongue slowly, delicately, penetrating her lips.
A tiny moan trembled in her throat.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered, his own voice oddly strained. “It won’t hurt.”
She did moan then, as the implied intimacy and the penetration all washed over her at once, and she drowned in the sensation of being possessed by him. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She pressed her body into the hard curve of his and heard him groan.
“No,” he said suddenly, pushing her away. He turned, walked off and lit a cigarette.
Gabby clutched her purse to her and stood staring helplessly after him, trembling all over. She’d never dreamed that it would feel like that!
Around them, a group of tourists was just entering the end of the Forum, which they’d had momentarily to themselves. Gabby got a glimpse of colorful clothing and heard murmuring voices as J.D. smoked his cigarette for several long moments before he turned and rejoined her.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
She was struggling for composure, and it was hard-won. “It’s all right,” she said. “I know you’re worried about Martina…”
“Was I looking for comfort, Gabby?” He laughed mirthlessly. His dark eyes swept up and down her slender body.
“I’d rather it was that,” she murmured, “than you needing a woman and having me get in the way.”
“It wasn’t that impersonal, I’m afraid,” he said, falling into step beside her. He towered over her. “Gabby, I’ll tell you something. I’ve done it in every conceivable way, with a hell of a lot of women. But up until now, I’ve never wanted a virgin.”
She stopped and looked up at him, puzzled.
He glanced down at her. “That’s right,” he said. “I want you.”
Her face flushed.
“You’ll have to remind me at odd intervals that you’re a virgin,” he continued, smiling faintly. “Because I’m not really out of the habit of taking what I want.”
He was angry and frustrated and probably trying to warn her off, she thought. But she wasn’t afraid of him. “If you seduce me,” she told him, “I’ll get pregnant and haunt you.”
He stared at her as if he didn’t believe his ears. And then he threw back his dark head and laughed like a boy, his white teeth flashing in his dark face.
“Then I’ll have to be sure I don’t seduce you, won’t I?” he teased.
She smiled up at him, feeling oddly secure. “Please.”
He drew in a long breath as they walked. “I thought this was all going to be straightforward and simple,” he murmured. “Maybe I’d better put you on a plane back to Chicago, little one.”
“Cold feet?” she muttered.
“Not me, lady. But you might wish you’d stayed home. I don’t know where my mind was when I dragged you over here.”
“You said you trusted me.”
“I do. Totally. That’s why I wanted you with me. The way things are turning out, I’m going to need you more than ever. When we get to my friend’s finca,” he said quietly, “someone has to stay behind to handle communications. We’ll have powerful radios and we’ll need updated information. The finca we’ll be staying at is only miles from the one where Martina is being held.”
She felt uneasy as she studied his hard face. “You’re not going in there alone?”
“No—with those old friends I was telling you about.”
“Couldn’t you stay behind at your friend’s finca?”
“Worried about me?” He laughed. “Gabby, I’ve dodged a lot of bullets in my time. I was in the Special Forces.”
“Yes, you told me,” she grumbled. “But that was a long time ago. You’re a lawyer now, you sit behind a desk…”
“Not all the time,” he said, correcting her. His eyes studied her quietly. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. About my private life.”
“You could get yourself killed.”
“A car could hit me while I’m standing here,” he countered.
She glared at him. “I’d be without work. One of the unemployed. Everything I’d do for the rest of my life would be horribly boring.”
“I’d miss you, too, I guess,” he agreed, laughing. “Don’t worry about me, Gabby. I can take it as it comes.”
“Do I even get to meet this man you call Dutch?”
He shook his head. “You’ll meet enough odd characters in Central America. And Dutch hates women.”
“You aren’t Mr. Playboy yourself,” she muttered.
“Aren’t you glad?” he asked, turning to look at her. “Would you like a man who had a different woman every night?”
The question shocked her. She struggled for an answer, but he’d already opened the door of the rental car and was helping her in.
The rest of the day went by in a haze. She went back to the hotel with him, her eyes full of ruins and Romans and maddening traffic. She had a bouquet of flowers that J.D. had bought from an old woman near the Fountain of Trevi. She couldn’t wait to get into her room and press one of the flowers, to keep forever. She buried her nose in them lovingly.
Across the room, J.D. was speaking fluent Italian with someone on the phone. He hung up and turned back to her.
“I have to go out for a little while,” he said. “Lock the door and let no one in, not even room service, until I get back. Okay?”
She studied him quietly. “You won’t go getting into trouble while I’m not around to rescue you, will you?” she said, teasing him.
He shook his head. “Not a chance. Watch yourself.”
“You, too. Oh, Jacob!”
He turned with his hand on the doorknob. “What?”
“Thank you for the flowers.”
“They suit you.” He studied her face and smiled. “You look like one of them. Ciao, Gabby.”
And he was gone. She stared at the door for a long time before she went to put her flowers in some water.
Chapter Three
J.D. didn’t come back until late that afternoon, and he was strangely taciturn. He shared a silent supper with Gabby and then went out again, telling her tersely to get some sleep. She knew he’d found out something, but whatever it was, he wasn’t sharing it. Apparently his trust in her had limits. And that was disappointing. She climbed into bed and slept soundly and without interruption. Part of her had hoped for a nightmare or an earthquake that would bring him running into her room. All her wild fantasies ended with him running into her room and catching her up in his hard arms. She sighed. This was certainly not the trip she’d envisioned. It was turning into a wild tangle of new emotions. A week before, she couldn’t have imagined that he would tell her he wanted her.
* * *
They flew to Mexico the following morning. Several hours into the flight Gabby shot a worried glance at J.D. He’d hardly moved in his seat since takeoff, and she’d busied herself looking at clouds and reading the emergency instructions and even the label on her jacket out of desperation.
He seemed to sense her searching gaze and turned his head to look down at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
She made an odd little gesture. “I don’t know,” she said inadequately.
His eyebrows lifted. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I know that.” She let her eyes fall to the vest of his gray suit. “Will we stay in Mexico City?”
“Probably not. We’re supposed to be met at the airport.” He reached over and took her slender hand in his big one. The contact was warm and wildly disturbing, especially when she felt his thumb moving slowly, sensuously, against her moist palm. “Nervous?” he taunted.
“Oh, no. I always go running off into the dark unafraid,” she replied with a grimace. She glanced up. “I come from a long line of idiots.”
He smiled at her. It was a shock to realize that he’d smiled more at her in these two days than he had in two months back at the office. Her eyes searched the deep brown of his, and the airplane seemed to disappear. He returned the look, his smile fading. His nostrils flared and the hand holding hers began to move slowly, his fingers probing, easing between hers. It was so sensuous she felt herself tremble. His hand was pressed against hers, palm to palm, fingers tightly interlocked, and when it contracted it was almost an act of possession.
Her lips parted in a soft gasp, and his eyes narrowed.
“Bodies do that,” he whispered under his breath, watching her reactions intently. “Just as slowly, just as easily.”
“Don’t,” she protested brokenly, averting her face.
“Gabby,” he chided gently, “don’t be afraid.”
She ground her teeth together and struggled for composure. It wasn’t easy, because he wouldn’t let go of her hand despite her token protest.
“You’re out of my league, Mr. Brettman,” she said unsteadily, “as I’m sure you know. Don’t…don’t amuse yourself with me, please.”
“I’m not.” He sighed and turned sideways so that his head rested against the back of the seat. Then he coaxed her face around to his. “You’ve never known the kind of men you’ll meet when we get where we’re going. I thought,” he continued, smiling at her stunned look, “that it might be easier for you if we got in a little practice along the way.”
