Chesapeake Blue
Page 37

 Nora Roberts

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She paused, rested her chin on her knees as she studied him. "Obviously, I've missed a step somewhere with you or I wouldn't be sitting here on the grass drinking wine on a Sunday afternoon and telling you things I had no intention of talking about."
She lifted her head again, sipped wine. "You listen. That's a gift. And a weapon."
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"Healthy people don't step toward a relationship with the intention of hurting each other. Still, they do. Maybe it'll be me who ends up hurting you."
"Let's see." He cupped a hand at the back of her neck, rubbing lightly as he bent down to lay his lips on hers. "No," he said after a moment. "No bruises yet."
Then shifting, he framed her face with his hands to lift it until their lips met again. Very soft, suddenly deep and wrenchingly gentle, his mouth moved on hers. With silky glides he teased her tongue into a dance as his fingers trailed down the line of her throat, over the curve of her shoulders. She tasted of the wine that spilled unnoticed when her hand went limp on the glass. He found the quick catch and release of her breath when she drew him closer as arousing as a moan. He laid her back on the blanket, sliding down with her as her arms linked around his neck. She wanted his weight. She wanted his hands. She wanted his mouth to go on and on taking from hers. She felt the brush of his fingers on her collarbone, and shivered. They skimmed over the thin material of her top, then slipped down to dance over her breast.
He murmured her name before he grazed his teeth over her jaw. And his hand, so beautifully formed, so rough from work, molded her.
Heat flashed through her, urging her to give and to take. Instead, she pressed a hand to his shoulder.
"Wait. Seth."
His mouth came back to hers, hungrier now, and with the dangerous flavor of urgency. "Let me touch you. I have to touch you."
"Wait."
He bit off an oath, rested his forehead on hers while his blood raged. He could feel her body vibrating under his, and knew she was just as needy. "Okay. Okay," he managed. "Why?"
"I'm not ready."
"Oh, sugar. Any more ready, you'd be past me."
"Wanting you isn't the same as being ready." But she was afraid he was right. "I didn't intend for this to happen, not like this. I'm not going to make love with a man who appears to be involved with someone else."
"Involved with who? Jesus, Dru, I just got back home, and I haven't looked at another woman since the first time I saw you."
"You've been involved with this one long before you saw me." He looked so blank, so disheveled, so frustrated she wanted to giggle. But she stayed firm. "Aubrey."
"What about Aubrey?" It took him several jolting seconds to understand her meaning. "Aubrey? Me and… Christ on a crutch, are you kidding?" He'd have laughed if the idea hadn't left him so shocked.
"Where do you get that?"
"I'm not blind." Irritated, she shoved at him. "Move, will you?"
"I'm not involved with…" He couldn't even say it, but he sat back. "It's not like that. Jesus, Dru, she's my sister."
"No, she isn't."
"Niece."
"Nor is she that. And maybe you are oblivious to what's between you—though you don't strike me as a dolt—but I doubt very much she is."
"I don't think about her that way."
"Maybe you haven't, on a conscious level."
"At all." The very idea had panic dancing in his throat. "None of the levels. Neither does she." Dru smoothed down her skirt. "Are you certain?"
"Yeah." But the seed had been planted. "Yes. And if you've got some insane notion that me being with you is somehow cheating on Aubrey, you can forget it."
"What I think," Dru said calmly, "is that I'm not going to have an affair with a man who I suspect is attracted to someone else. Maybe you should work this out with Aubrey before anything goes any further between us. But for now I think we'd better call it a day. Do you mind if I take a look at the painting?"
"Yes." He snapped it out. "I mind. You can see it when it's finished."
"All right." Well, well, she mused, artistic temperament rears its head. "I'll just pack up the food for you. I assume you want at least one more sitting," she said as she began to pack the cooler. "I should be able to give you some time next Sunday."
He stood, stared down at her. "You're a case. Some ass**le cheats on you so that means we're all cheats?"
"No." She understood his temper, and since it seemed a reasonable conclusion for him to make, she didn't lose hers. "Not at all. In fact, I think you're as honest as they come. I couldn't consider being with you if I thought otherwise. But as I said, I'm not ready to take this step with you, and I have reservations over your feelings toward someone else—and hers toward you."
She looked up then. "I've been the clichéd victim of the other woman, Seth. I won't do that to anyone else."
"Sounds like instead of you asking me about scars, I should've asked you." She rose now, nodded. "Yes, maybe you should have. Since you're going to sulk, I'll leave you to it." He caught her arm before she could breeze by, whipped her around so fast she felt fear burst like a bomb in her throat. "You keep taking those steps one at a time, sugar. It might take you longer to fall on your face, but you'll fall just as hard."
"Let me go now."
He released her, turned his back on her to pack up his gear. More shaken than she wanted to admit, Dru made herself walk slowly into the house.
It was, she admitted, still a retreat.
Chapter Nine
WOMEN. Seth tossed the cooler into the trunk of the car, heaved the hamper in behind it. Just when you thought you understood them, they turned into aliens. And those aliens had the power to change a normal, reasonable man into a blithering idiot.
There was nothing a man could do to keep up with them.
He tossed in the blanket, kicked the tire, then yanked the blanket back out again. He stared over at her house and gave it a satisfactory snarl.
His mutters were a combination of curses, pithy remarks and considerable blithering as he stomped back for his folding table and watercolor paper.