Beaumont Brides Collection (77 page)

Her private peepshow was over and Claudia knew she should move before he returned and saw her staring down at him.

But he stayed beneath the water for so long that she began to panic, rising to her feet in her agitation.

Suppose he had knocked his head on some rubbish that had been dumped since he was last here? Or had become entangled in weeds?

Then, when she thought her lungs would burst from holding her breath and much further out than she had expected, Claudia saw the pale arc of his arm as he lifted it clear of the water, swimming in a slow, deliberate crawl that ate up the distance.

For a while he was out of her sight, hidden by a reed-fringed spit of land, then without any warning he was suddenly back at the dock, hauling himself up on powerful arms, the water streaming from his moon whitened skin.

She backed slowly away from the window, wanting to stay, but knowing instinctively that if she remained there a second longer he would sense her watching him and look up. And then she knew she wanted him to look up, to come to her. She wanted him more than she could have believed possible.

It was as if her thought waves were plugged directly into his brain because quite suddenly he stopped rubbing himself dry with his t-shirt and lifted his head as if he’d heard something, instinctively looking up to her window, their eyes meeting across the unbearable distance. For a moment he remained perfectly still. Then he began to run towards the cottage.

She was still at the window, looking down into the garden, when he burst through the bedroom door. ‘What it is? What’s wrong?’ he demanded.

‘Nothing’s wrong, Gabriel. Not now you’re here,’ she said, quietly. She was wearing a fine lawn nightgown and the moon was shining through it so that her body was a dark silhouette as she turned to him and crossed the room on bare, silent feet. ‘But you told me you wouldn’t leave me.’ She reached out her hand and took his. ‘You’re cold. Come to bed, my love and I’ll warm you.’

He had been cold, but she’d just turned on the central heating.

‘Claudia?’ He breathed her name, wanting her to be certain, hoping that she was certain.

‘I’ll understand if you don’t want to make love with me. I know what I look like. But I need to hold you. I need you to hold me.’

She needed reassurance, she needed to be loved. He understood that. He hadn’t been mistaken when he had stepped away from her and sent her to bed. It wasn’t him, she wanted, but comfort. And God help him, she thought it would be difficult for him. At least he could disabuse her of that. He dropped the t-shirt he had been holding in front of him and she gave a gasp as she realised that he was fully aroused.

‘Why are you surprised?’ he asked. ‘Isn’t that the effect you usually have on a man?’

He saw her swallow, struggle to find the words. ‘It’s been a while.’

‘For me too.’ He lifted the hand linked in his to his mouth and kissed the palm before raising it to his cheek while his other hand found her hip and drew her closer. ‘But they do say it’s like riding a bicycle...’

‘Who says?’ she murmured. ‘What bicycle?’ Her fingertips found his mouth, the pad of her thumb stroking the inside of his lip, her mouth, her tongue following in a long, erotic kiss that turned up the burners to steam heat.

And as she kissed him, he eased up her nightdress inch by inch savouring the torturously slow discovery of her body as it came into direct contact with his. A smooth, satiny thigh and the soft fluff of down that marked her sex moving slowly against the inside of his leg. Her abdomen soft and yielding against an arousal that was almost painful in its intensity.

The excitingly hard tips of her breasts against his chest as his hands, on their own journey of exploration cupped her firm, round bottom, then swooped into her waist before his fingers spread out over her back to hold her even more tightly against him. She moaned softly into his mouth, a small begging sound that made him feel like a god and then she let her head fall back so that he could pull the gown over her head.

As he dropped it, he bent to taste her skin, breathing a trail of small kisses from her neck to the shadowy valley between her breasts. Then his tongue began to circle the dark areola of her nipple and as he drew it into his mouth he felt her begin to tremble and her legs parted eagerly as his fingers touched the dewy warmth there.

‘Gabriel, please,’ she begged, hoarsely and he didn’t need a second invitation, scooping her up onto the bed. ‘Now, Gabriel, now,’ she urged, her thighs parting to him, leaving him in no doubt as to her meaning and near to exploding with his own urgent need, he was inside her with one long thrust.

She had been ready for him, but she was tight, she had been telling the truth when she said that it had been a while and an exclamation of surprise was startled from his lips as he paused above her to wonder at it.

Claudia opened her eyes and looked up at him. ‘I thought you said you hadn’t forgotten how to do this,’ she murmured, tightening her muscles around him, just in case he needed a reminder.

He caught his breath, for a moment fighting the need to simply let go and take the quick release she offered. But this wasn’t about him, or his needs. This was for her, for the beautiful, vulnerable woman he had come to love in a way he had believed impossible.

For a moment it was touch and go while he struggled to blank out the singing in his ears, the vision of erotic beauty Claudia made lying back on the pillow, her lips parted, her lashes thick fringes against her cheek.

He forced himself to concentrate on something incredibly dull; the formula for working out the speed of a falling object, the battles of the Hundred Years War, the temperature at which... Then, quite suddenly, he found the strength to rise above his body’s clamour and the bucking need for satisfaction was restrained to a steady throbbing heat.

‘What’s the matter, sweetheart?’ he asked, lowering his head to her breast and resuming the torment of one tight nipple with his tongue. She gasped and again the muscles tightened about him, this time involuntarily, but he was ready for it. ‘Are you in a hurry?’

‘No,’ Claudia gasped, her eyes wide with startled pleasure. Then she smiled slowly. ‘I’m not going anywhere, take all the time you like.’ And as he began to move at a slow, measured pace within her, she reached up, placing both hands on his chest and began to slowly circle her palms over chest.

His nipples tightened under her hands, grazing her palms and sending small tremors of excitement through her body as Gabriel began to slowly stoke up a deeper heat within her, murmuring soft love words, as he nuzzled at her throat, her shoulder, breast. She took her pace from him, matching the even rhythm of his hips as he increased the pace and as the heat became an inferno, she began to sizzle. She clutched at his shoulders, digging in her nails as it became impossible to contain the earth-shattering momentum towards a searing, sensually devastating release that seemed to lift her, propelling her into a dizzy world of absolute pleasure that was compounded by Gabriel’s shout of triumph and the warmth of his own release deep within her.

She was a long time coming down from the explosive climax of their love-making and for a while there was no sound beyond a ragged gasping for air as Gabriel cradled Claudia to him and pulled the cover over them.

She felt glorious, as if she had been found after a long time lost, yet a little frightened at the intensity of her feelings. Afraid, too, of the silence that seemed to be growing between them. Afraid that he was already regretting what he had done.

She didn’t want him to feel trapped by guilt into some relationship which he wouldn’t handle, she wanted him to know that he was free to walk away. Anytime. So she tilted her head back to look up at him. His head was thrown back against the pillow, the arm not cradling her, thrown across his face so that she could not see his expression, had no way of knowing what he was feeling.

‘Gabriel?’ she murmured, to capture his attention.

‘Mmmm?’ He didn’t move.

‘I’m looking forward to seeing you on a bike,’ she said.

He turned to look at her, his eyes blank and for just a moment she thought she had made a dreadful mistake. Then he leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. ‘If you’re good I’ll let you have a ride on my cross-bar.’

‘I can’t wait,’ she said, wrapping her arms about his waist, burying her head against his chest so that she could blink back the hot tears that burned at her lids.

‘Tomorrow. Go to sleep.’

Claudia couldn’t sleep. Neither, apparently, could Gabriel. For a while they both lay very still, then she sat up.

Gabriel fumbled in the darkness for the matches and lit the candle. ‘What is it?’ he asked, turning to her. Claudia shook her head unable to look at him. ‘Are you concerned? Because I didn’t use anything?’ When she didn’t answer, he said, ‘I haven’t been with anyone since Jenny. You’ve no need to worry.’

Worry? She hadn’t worried, hadn’t spared a thought for the consequences when she had invited him into her bed. And he had obviously thought she would be on the pill. Well, she wouldn’t disabuse him. But she could put his mind at rest.

‘And despite what you might believe, I’m not into casual sex either, Gabriel.’

He propped up a pile of pillows and sat back against them, before stretching out his arm and offering her his shoulder. ‘I’m beginning to get the idea that your reputation as a wild lady is something dreamed up by a newspaperman on a slow day.’

She settled against him. ‘Even newspapermen have to have something to work on, Gabriel; I had a lot of fun to catch up on when I left home. The trouble is that when you’ve got a famous name it doesn’t need much. The smallest indiscretion...’ She shrugged, tellingly.

‘You must have been the gossip columnists’ delight.’

‘Well, if a girl wants fame and fortune in the theatre she has to get noticed. And at eighteen I was still been young enough to take some pleasure in hurting my father.’ She sighed, sorry for that.

‘Claudia-’

‘The best part, though, the one thing that was remarked upon in the disapproving and yet slightly salacious style adopted by all the commentators, was that although I looked like my mother, I wasn’t in the least bit like her in any other way.’

She felt Gabriel stiffen, knew she had shocked him and she tried to pull away from him. But he held her fast.

‘You encouraged them, didn’t you? You played up the similarity in your looks and the difference in your behaviour?’

‘Congratulations, Gabriel. You’ve just won first prize.’

‘Why do you hate her so much?’ She resisted him, but he wouldn’t let her go. ‘There must be a reason, Claudia.’ He sat up, turned her to face him. ‘You can tell me. I know what it’s like to hate someone.’

‘Do you?’ She turned her head to look up at him, searching his face for some clue, but finding none. ‘You wouldn’t believe it. No one would.’

‘Try me.’ Still she hesitated and for a long moment he seemed to wrestle with something buried so deep inside him that he couldn’t find to way to tell her. Then he said, ‘Jenny, my loving wife Jenny, was so desperate to be the world’s most famous climber that she was prepared to die in the attempt. It was her life to risk and since I was risking mine on a daily basis, I could hardly stop her. Unfortunately, her ambition was so great that she killed our baby too.’

And then Claudia remembered the whole sorry story. ‘She was pregnant. I knew there was something.’ Jenny Callendar had been at over twenty thousand feet, climbing without oxygen, when she began to miscarry and she had died before her companions could get her to medical help. ‘Oh, Gabriel, I’m so sorry. To lose everything at a single stroke.’

‘I lost a son or daughter. I don’t believe I ever had Jenny. If I had, she could never have done that to me, or to our child.’

‘You mean she knew? They said... the papers ... that she hadn’t realised she was pregnant.’

‘When I flew back from Bosnia for the funeral I found a letter from the ante-natal clinic with her first appointment.’

‘Here?’ she asked, very quietly.

‘No, Claudia. Not here.’ He pulled her back against him, drawing the cover over them both in a gesture that was both protective and reassuring. ‘She wouldn’t live here at any price. She had married me for an imagined fortune; having the Abbey in sight of the window just added insult to injury.’

‘The Abbey?’ Then, ‘Oh, I see. You’re the man with the troublesome inheritance tax.’

‘I’m getting on top of it. But I had eighteen years of living in a draughty old house that was impossible to heat. I couldn’t wait to escape and I’m certainly not going back. The management consultants are welcome to it. At a price. Now, what was that you were saying about me not believing your story? Won’t you trust me?’

So she did. As the candle guttered in the balmy breeze that stirred the curtains, she told him exactly why she hated to be compared with her mother.

‘My mother had this reputation as a some kind of paragon. Not only was she a great star, but she was the perfect wife and mother. These days it would be impossible to maintain the fiction. Even then it must have taken a conspiracy of silence among people who knew her, a willingness to suspend belief.’

‘Some legends are too big to be challenged.’

‘There must be a lot of people who could make a fortune out of telling it the way it really was. Why don’t they?’