Until now. “Ohh, Heath … yes … that is so … yes …” It feltsoamazing.
“You can’t imagine what you do to me,mon petit chou,” he said hoarsely.
“I can … because … I feel your …vergehard against … my leg.”
He gave a throaty chuckle. “There’s no hiding things from you, is there?”
“Non… never.” She began pushing hermont de Vénusagainst his hand … his magical fingers, which were rubbing and plucking her as expertly as a musician with his guitar. Music thrummed in her ears, her body, her very soul.
“You are mine,” he whispered.
“For now …” she gasped.
He did not answer that, merely increasing the tempo of hiscaresses. “Come for me, sweet Giselle. Let me watch you fall apart in my hands.”
That was a good way … to describe what she felt … as if she were … falling apart … shattering … dissolving into air …
The scream erupted unbidden from her throat, and he cut it off with his mouth. She collapsed against the wall as her body quaked and trembled in his arms. His kiss turned more leisurely, tender and sweet and knowing, if a kiss could ever be knowing.
He whispered against her lips, “That,ma chérie,is ‘the little death.’”
Then I should like to die again, please.
No, she dared not say that. He would happily bring her to such peaks of enjoyment again, only this time probably in his bed. And she knew enough to realize what that would involve. Maman had told her all the ways of a man, thank God, so she knew that despite his caresses she was still chaste … or as chaste as a woman could be after experiencingla petite mort.
But she would not stay that way for long if he kept doing these things.
She broke the kiss and pushed him back so she could restore her skirts to the proper position. She was just about to begin a serious conversation with him when a voice behind him made her heart plummet.
“What are you doing to her?” Zack cried.
Oh, no.
“Damn it, Zack!” Heath cursed, then whirled to face his brother. “How long have you been standing there?”
The boy looked truly perplexed. “I just came down from upstairs. I-I heard a scream, so I hurried down, and you were … were …” He squared his shoulders. “Well, I couldn’t see, so I don’t know what you were doing, but Miss Bernard screamed, so you must have hurt her!”
“I did not hurt her, for God’s sake,” Heath snapped.
Thinking quickly, Giselle slipped from between Heath and the wall. “No, no, that is not what happened, my dear boy. I saw a spider on my gown, and I screamed. Your brother was only trying to help me get the spider off.”
Zack still looked confused. “I-I thought you liked bugs.”
“Except for spiders. I donotlike spiders.” That was actually true.
“Oh,” Zack said. “I understand. I don’t like spiders, either.”
“Fine,” Heath muttered. “We agree that we all dislike spiders. Glad we sorted that out. Now, feel free to leave whenever you like, lad.”
“But …”
“Zack, would you mind accompanying me back to the house?” Giselle put in, sparing a frown for Heath. “I shall not feel perfectly safe until I can change my clothes and be certain there is no spider lurking in them. And I cannot find my way alone.”
“We’ll all go,” Heath said, his eyes glittering at her.
“I thinkyoushould stay and determine if there are any more spiders here.”
“And kill them!” Zack said.