Eclipse Bay (Eclipse Bay #1)
Page 52“Come for me.”
“I can’t. Not like this. It’s too—Rafe.”
“Come for me.” He kissed her again, intimately, and simultaneously eased two fingers into her, stretching her gently.
Her hands twisted in the sheets. “No, wait. I want—”
“Come for me.”
“I… Oh, no. Oh, yes. Yes!”
He felt her climax take her. The sensation was so intoxicating he nearly went with her.
He held himself together until the tremors had begun to subside. Only then did he shift his position to lie on top of her.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered. “Look at me.”
Languidly she raised her lashes and smiled at him, a dreamy smile that was somehow smug and all-knowing and filled with invitation.
He plunged into her body, driving himself to the hilt. She closed around him and took him deeper still, straight down into uncharted depths and unknowable waters.
“Come for me,” she said into his mouth.
He gave himself up to the tides of a mysterious sea.
A long time later he roused reluctantly from the cocoon of warmth that enveloped them, levered himself up on his elbow, and looked down at her.
“I just want to know one thing,” he said.
She raised her lashes halfway and yawned. “What?”
“That would be extremely immature.”
“Yeah.”
“Hartes do not act out just for the hell of it, nor do we take risks merely for the sake of novelty. We are not immature. We’re the logical, reasonable, rational ones, remember?”
“Yeah.” He kissed her breast. “So why are you sleeping with me?”
She studied him with an enigmatic expression. “You had all the answers earlier.”
“Earlier I was trying to talk you into bed.”
She punched him lightly on the arm. “We are not amused, Madison.”
“I’m serious. I know why I’m sleeping with you. I want to know why you’re sleeping with me.”
She searched his face. “Is it that important to you?”
Anger stirred deep inside him, dissolving much of the warm afterglow that had enveloped him. “Hell, yes, it’s important. You think I’d be trying to get through a stupid conversation like this if the answer wasn’t important?”
“Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” she said. “I’m certainly not doing this because I still have a teenage-type crush on you or because you’re the guy my parents always warned me about.”
He rolled onto his back, put one hand behind his head, and gazed moodily up at the dark ceiling. “So what’s the reason?”
She rose partway off the bed and leaned over him in the shadows. When she spoke, her voice was low and steady.
“I am sleeping with you because, among other things, I am a mature, unattached adult who happens to be physically attracted to you and also because—”
An eagerness that bordered on desperation swept through him. Get a grip, he thought. “And also because—?”
“And because my dog likes you, and I trust Winston’s judgment implicitly,” she said demurely.
So what the hell had he expected her to say? He wondered. “Sonofabitch.”
“Yes, but we do not refer to him in those terms in his presence.”
“Huh.”
“In my experience, Winston is never wrong in these matters.”
He thought about that for a while. “Winston didn’t like the ex-fiancé, I take it?”
“Winston was civil, but he never warmed up to Doug.” Hannah paused. “There was an unfortunate incident one evening toward the end of the relationship that more or less summed up his opinion.”
“What sort of incident?”
She cleared her throat. “Winston mistook Doug’s leg for a fire hydrant.”
“Winston and I are pals,” Rafe said. “I don’t think he’d make the same mistake with me.”
“He seems to like you very much.”
“Guess that’ll have to do. For now.”
She tilted her head slightly. “I guess so. For now.”
He lay there unmoving, intensely conscious of the warmth of her hip where it rested against his thigh and the elegantly sensual curve of her shoulder. He could not shake the feeling of destiny that rippled through him. It was the same sensation that had come over him the day he opened the letter from Isabel’s lawyer.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
But the future was so important now.
He inhaled slowly, centering himself. “I was thinking about the subject that we were discussing before we were so delightfully interrupted.”
“I believe you were holding forth on a theory that whoever tried to murder Winston might have been attempting to express his displeasure over our relationship.”
“You don’t have to say it in that tone of voice. It’s a good theory. But I never got a chance to explain the finer points.”
“I’m listening.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that whoever tried to off Winston did so because he was pissed about the fact that you and I are sleeping together. What I was going to suggest was that he or she might be worried about something else altogether.”
“Such as?”
“Think about it,” he said patiently. “Ever since we arrived here in Eclipse Bay, there has been talk. It hasn’t all been focused on the speculation that one of us is trying to screw the other out of Dreamscape.”
She winced. “What a delicate way to put it.”
He ignored her. “There’s also been gossip about what happened eight years ago.”
“Oh, for pity’s sake. You actually think that some people still care whether or not we had sex on the beach that night?”
“No. The conversations have circled around the subject of Kaitlin Sadler’s death. You heard the Willis brothers. Others are talking, too. I overheard a couple of folks in the vegetable aisle at Fulton’s chatting about how no one was really sure what happened that night. One of them suggested that Yates might have closed the case a little too quickly, for lack of suspects.”