husband’s memory. You’re a damned blue-belly, for God’s sake! And—and—”
Nick’s eyes narrowed. “And what?” He rolled to his side and pulled her against him.
Aimee clamped down on her bottom lip until she drew blood. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him she hated him for thinking her a common whore the first time he had taken her, but she didn’t. What good would it do? He’d only deny it just as he had denied cheating at cards. After five years he had probably forgotten half of what had happened that night
“And we’re enemies,” she finished lamely.
“We’re lovers, sweetheart,” he reminded her.
His rakish grin sent an arrow straight to her heart. Enemies by day, lovers by night. She hoped the information she had stolen for the Confederacy was worth all the anguish she was suffering.
“It can’t happen again. It
won’t
happen again.”
“Look at me,” he told her.
With great reluctance she met the searing green of his eyes.
“You came to me, remember? I tried my damnedest to keep my hands off you.”
She turned away, but his hand shot out to hold her chin in place. “Don’t turn away from me. Look at me and tell me you didn’t come to my room because this is what you wanted. Be honest and admit you wanted me as badly as I wanted you.”
Aimee blanched. The truth would send her to prison and separate her from her son. “I—I—suppose that’s the way it was. But it was a moment of madness; I shouldn’t have …”
“But you did. Now be quiet and let me love you again.”
“Damn you!” Tears stung her eyes. Moments ago she had lost her will to him. What would he demand next?
He demanded her soul.
He wanted to erase the touch of a dead man. He had no idea the memory of Beauregard Trevor’s timid loving had fled from Aimee’s thoughts the moment Nick Drummond touched her.
He took her again, slowly building the fire in her blood. By the time he lifted her to straddle him and thrust into her, no war separated them. They were one, moving together in perfect harmony, the subtle scent of love’s juices spurring them on. He moved constantly, exquisitely, faster, harder, with each thrust, urging her toward climax with hoarse cries.
The delicious thrill of fulfillment came upon her suddenly and she threw her head back and screamed as searing pleasure consumed her. Nickcontinued thrusting a few moments longer, until she had given everything she had to give, then plunged one last time, held it, and spilled his seed. It was several minutes before either of them could speak or move.
“I don’t know exactly what happened, sweetheart, but that was the most wonderful loving I’ve ever had,” Nick admitted wryly. He tried to disguise his awe and confusion, but his trembling voice betrayed him. “Go to sleep; we’ll talk in the morning.” Nick’s emotions were too raw to test his power of reasoning. He needed time to come to grips with what he might or might not have discovered about his feelings this night.
Aimee waited until Nick’s even breathing indicated he was asleep before slipping from his arms. Quickly gathering her clothes, she tiptoed from his room. Remaining with him a minute longer than necessary was dangerous. He had caused her too much grief and anguish to fall victim to his seduction. Just being around him had taken a toll on her. She had sacrificed her integrity to the Confederacy, and her pride and her honor to Nick Drummond. Deep in her heart she knew the threat Nick Drummond presented to her placed her in great danger. The danger lay deep in the torrid depths of his green eyes, in the heat of his arms, in his bed …
Nick awoke suddenly, then smiled at the memory of Aimee coming alive in his arms, turning to him in her need, wanting him, loving him. He reached out to bring her back into his embrace and found her gone.
Pale streaks of crimson barely lit the eastern sky, yet he realized Aimee must have left him hoursago, for the bed beside him was
Nick’s eyes narrowed. “And what?” He rolled to his side and pulled her against him.
Aimee clamped down on her bottom lip until she drew blood. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him she hated him for thinking her a common whore the first time he had taken her, but she didn’t. What good would it do? He’d only deny it just as he had denied cheating at cards. After five years he had probably forgotten half of what had happened that night
“And we’re enemies,” she finished lamely.
“We’re lovers, sweetheart,” he reminded her.
His rakish grin sent an arrow straight to her heart. Enemies by day, lovers by night. She hoped the information she had stolen for the Confederacy was worth all the anguish she was suffering.
“It can’t happen again. It
won’t
happen again.”
“Look at me,” he told her.
With great reluctance she met the searing green of his eyes.
“You came to me, remember? I tried my damnedest to keep my hands off you.”
She turned away, but his hand shot out to hold her chin in place. “Don’t turn away from me. Look at me and tell me you didn’t come to my room because this is what you wanted. Be honest and admit you wanted me as badly as I wanted you.”
Aimee blanched. The truth would send her to prison and separate her from her son. “I—I—suppose that’s the way it was. But it was a moment of madness; I shouldn’t have …”
“But you did. Now be quiet and let me love you again.”
“Damn you!” Tears stung her eyes. Moments ago she had lost her will to him. What would he demand next?
He demanded her soul.
He wanted to erase the touch of a dead man. He had no idea the memory of Beauregard Trevor’s timid loving had fled from Aimee’s thoughts the moment Nick Drummond touched her.
He took her again, slowly building the fire in her blood. By the time he lifted her to straddle him and thrust into her, no war separated them. They were one, moving together in perfect harmony, the subtle scent of love’s juices spurring them on. He moved constantly, exquisitely, faster, harder, with each thrust, urging her toward climax with hoarse cries.
The delicious thrill of fulfillment came upon her suddenly and she threw her head back and screamed as searing pleasure consumed her. Nickcontinued thrusting a few moments longer, until she had given everything she had to give, then plunged one last time, held it, and spilled his seed. It was several minutes before either of them could speak or move.
“I don’t know exactly what happened, sweetheart, but that was the most wonderful loving I’ve ever had,” Nick admitted wryly. He tried to disguise his awe and confusion, but his trembling voice betrayed him. “Go to sleep; we’ll talk in the morning.” Nick’s emotions were too raw to test his power of reasoning. He needed time to come to grips with what he might or might not have discovered about his feelings this night.
Aimee waited until Nick’s even breathing indicated he was asleep before slipping from his arms. Quickly gathering her clothes, she tiptoed from his room. Remaining with him a minute longer than necessary was dangerous. He had caused her too much grief and anguish to fall victim to his seduction. Just being around him had taken a toll on her. She had sacrificed her integrity to the Confederacy, and her pride and her honor to Nick Drummond. Deep in her heart she knew the threat Nick Drummond presented to her placed her in great danger. The danger lay deep in the torrid depths of his green eyes, in the heat of his arms, in his bed …
Nick awoke suddenly, then smiled at the memory of Aimee coming alive in his arms, turning to him in her need, wanting him, loving him. He reached out to bring her back into his embrace and found her gone.
Pale streaks of crimson barely lit the eastern sky, yet he realized Aimee must have left him hoursago, for the bed beside him was
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