The dreams were delicious. Someone was holding her, very close; she could feel his breath at her ear, whispering words she couldn"t quite hear. She smiled and snuggled close, clinging to a hard neck.
"Did you hear me?"
The sound of Egan"s voice brought her awake. Her eyes opened heavily, and she blinked as she saw him above her.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Six o"clock in the morning," he said, studying her. He was standing and she was locked close in his arms. She looked around and realized that they were in her bedroom. He"d carried her all the way from the living room and she hadn"t known....
"I meant to go to bed," she protested.
"Yes, I imagine you did."
Her eyes searched his drawn face: the growth of beard on his cheeks and chin; the weariness that lay on him like a net. "Did you get the wolf?" she asked softly.
"Yes, honey, we got him." He bent to lay her on the bed and looked straight into her eyes. "Were you waiting up for me, Katriane?"
"No, I was watching television," she protested quickly.
He sat down beside her on the bed, still in his sheepskin coat and the wide-brimmed old hat he wore. He put his fingers over her mouth; they were cold from the outdoors, and he smelled of the wind and fir trees.
"I said," he repeated softly, "were you waiting up for me?"
"Well, you said the stupid creature would attack people, didn"t you?"
"I didn"t think you"d mind too much if he took a plug out of me," he murmured, studying her sleepy face.
"Isn"t that the other way around?" she muttered. "You"re the one with all the grudges, not me."
"I wanted you, d.a.m.n it!" he burst out, glaring at her, and all the controlled anger was spilling out of him. "Wanted you, you naive little idiot! You write about it with a gift, but do you understand what it"s like? Men hurt like h.e.l.l when they get as hot as you got me that night!"
She dropped her eyes to his chest. "I wasn"t going to say no," she managed curtly.
"But you knew I would," he returned. "You knew I"d never take you to bed once I had learned the truth. It"s not my way."
"I wasn"t thinking," she muttered.
"Neither was I. I brought you home thinking I could have you. You knew it. Then, just when I"m involved to the back teeth and aching like a boy of fourteen, you turn it off. Just like that."
She couldn"t bear the accusation in his deep voice, the anger. Her eyes closed and her fingers clenched by her side.
"And the worst part," he continued, with barely leashed fury in his tone, "is that I think you did it deliberately, despite that lame excuse you gave about not wanting me to hurt you. I think you set me up, Kati, to get even."
That hurt more than all the other accusations put together. It made tears burn her eyes. "What an opinion you have of me," she whispered shakily, trying to force a smile to her lips. "First you think I"m a tramp, and then you try to seduce me, and now you think I"m a cheat besides."
"Don"t try to throw it back on my head!" he growled.
"Why not?" She sat up, glaring. "Why not? You were the one who kept putting on the pressure, weren"t you? And every time I tried to explain, you shut me up!"
"You knew why I invited you," he shot back. "For G.o.d"s sake, what did you come out here expecting, a proposal of marriage!"
That was so close to the truth that it took all her control not to let him see it. "Of course not," she replied instead, as coolly as she could. "I expected to be allowed to research my book. And you told me," she added levelly, "that there were no strings attached. Didn"t you?"
He sighed angrily but he didn"t deny it. His eyes searched over her flushed, angry face, her narrowed eyes. "I guess I did."
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rose and fell softly, and she looked down at her hands. "As soon as the snow melts a little, I"ll leave. I"ll need some more data on Wyoming history and a few other related subjects, but I can get that in Cheyenne."
"Writing is all that matters to you, isn"t it?" he asked coldly.
She met his eyes. "Egan, what else do I have?"
His heavy brows drew together. "You"re young."
"I"ll see my twenty-sixth summer this year," she replied. "And all I have to show for my life is a few volumes of historical fiction in the "J" section of the library. No family. No children. No nothing."
"I"m almost thirty-five and in the same predicament, and I don"t give a d.a.m.n," he told her.
She studied his hard face. "I"m not even surprised. You don"t need anyone."
"I do need the occasional woman," he replied.
"I"m sorry, but I don"t do occasionals," she told him. "I"m the forever-after type, and if you"d really read any of my books, you"d have known it before you ruined everything."
"I ruined everything?" He glared at her thunderously. "You couldn"t get your clothes off fast enough!"
"Oh!" Shamed to the bones, she felt the tears come, and she hated her own weakness. She tried to get up, but he caught her, his hands steely on her upper arms.
"I didn"t mean to say that," he ground out. "d.a.m.n you, Kati, you bring out everything mean and ornery in my soul!"
"Then it"s a good thing I"m leaving before you just rot away, isn"t it?" she said, weeping.
He drew in a deep, slow breath. "Oh, baby," he breathed, drawing her close against him under the unb.u.t.toned sheepskin coat. "Baby, I don"t want to hurt you."
His voice was oddly tender, although she barely heard the words through her sobs. She"d hardly cried in her life until Egan came along.
His arms enclosed her warmly and she felt his cold, rough cheek against hers as he held her. "You"ve had a hard time of it, haven"t you? I wouldn"t have asked you to stay with Barbara, but I needed Dessie more to get Al patched."
"I didn"t mind, truly I didn"t. She was so brave."
"She"s had to be. Living out here isn"t easy on a woman. It"s still hard country, and winters can be terrifying. Spring comes and there"s flooding. Summer may bring a drought. A man can lose everything overnight out here." He stroked her hair absently. "It was even harder on Barbara. She was a California girl."
"She loves him, Egan."
He laughed shortly, the sound echoing heavily in the dark room. "And love is enough?"
"You make it sound sordid," she murmured at his ear, stirring slightly.
"Well, women set great store by it, I suppose," he said quietly. "I never did. What pa.s.sed for love in my life was bought and paid for."
She flinched at the cynicism and drew back to look at him. This close, she could see every line in that craggy face. It held her eyes like a magnet, from the kindling silver eyes to the square chin that badly needed a razor.
"Haven"t you ever loved anyone?" she asked gently.
"My mother. Ada."
"A lover," she persisted, searching his eyes.
"No, Katriane," he told her somberly. "The few times I tried, I found out pretty quick that it was the money they wanted, not me. What was it you called me that last time we got into it-a big, ugly cowboy?"
"I meant it, too," she said, not backing down. "But what I was talking about had nothing to do with looks. No, Egan, you aren"t at all handsome. But you"re all man, so what difference does it make?"
He stared at her, and she flushed, averting her eyes. She hadn"t meant to let that slip out.
His fingers toyed with her hair and worked their way under her chin to lift it. He was closer than she"d expected-so close that all she could see was his nose and mouth.
"It"s been...a long time since anyone waited up for me. Or worried over me," he said huskily. His breath came heavily. "Kati, you"d better not let me have your mouth."
But she wanted it. Ached for it. And her eyes told him so. He caught his breath at the blatant hunger in them.
"I"ll hurt you," he ground out.
"I don"t even care...!" She reached up, opening her arms and her heart, and dragged his open, burning mouth down onto hers.
He was rough. Not only in the crushing hold he had on her slender body, but the bristly pressure of his face and the ardent hunger of his mouth. His fingers tangled in her long hair and twirled it around and around, arching her neck.
His lips lifted, poised over hers, and he was breathing as raggedly as she was. "Open your mouth a little more," he said shakily. "Let me show you how I like to be kissed."
Her eyes opened so that she could look into his, and his hands clasped the back of her head as he ground his mouth into hers again, feeling it open and tremble and want his.
"Kati," he breathed as he half lifted her against him, while the kiss became something out of her experience. "G.o.d, Kati, it"s so sweet...!"
She clung to him, giving back the ardent pressure until he groaned and his rough cheek slid against hers and he held her, breathing in shudders at her ear.
"Stop letting me do that," he ground out, tightening his arms. "It only makes things worse!"
"Yes," she whispered shakily. Her face nuzzled against his, her eyes closed, her body aching for something it had never had.
She began to realize what was happening to him, and it was her fault. She sat perfectly still in his arms and let him hold her until his breathing was steady, until the slight tremor went out of his arms.
"I"m sorry," she whispered.
"Yes, I know, but it doesn"t help," he murmured.
"Well, don"t put all the blame on me!" she sobbed, trying to push him away.
"I"m not trying to. Stop fighting me."
"Stop making horrible remarks."
He laughed. Laughed! He rubbed his face against hers affectionately; it felt like a pincushion. He lifted his head, and his eyes were blazing with laughter and something much harder to identify. He looked down at her, searching her eyes, her face, and looking so utterly smug that she wanted to hit him.
"You are something else," he said, and she remembered the words from the night he"d made love to her by the fire. She blushed scarlet, and he lifted an eyebrow. "Remembering, are you?" His eyes went down to her blouse and stayed there. "I"ll never forget."
Her eyes closed because she couldn"t bear the heat of his gaze. "Neither will I. I never meant-"
"Don"t," he whispered, bringing her close again. "We made magic that night. I had this opinion of you, you see. For a long time. Kati, I wasn"t telling the truth when I said I"d read your books, I"d only read a pa.s.sage or two. Just enough to support my negative a.s.sessment of your character." He lifted his head and looked down at her. "Night before last, I read one. Really read it. There are some pretty noticeable gaps in those love scenes." He searched her eyes. "But some pretty powerful emotions in them, all the same. They were beautiful."
Her eyes burned with tears. "Thank you."
He touched her cheek softly. "I"d like very much to make love with you that way, Kati," he whispered. "I"d like to lie with you on a deserted beach in the moonlight and watch your body move, the way that pirate did in your last book...."
"Don"t," she pleaded, burying her face in his shirt. She didn"t feel at all like the very cool author who spoke to writers" clubs with such poise. She felt...young.
"So shy with me," he whispered, lifting her across his lap. "And I was the first, wasn"t I? The first man to look at you, to touch you, to be intimate with you. My G.o.d, I ache just thinking about it, when it never mattered a d.a.m.n before how many men I"d followed with a woman." His hands smoothed over her back gently while his face nuzzled hers. "I"m like a boy with you, Kati. When we share those deep, hot kisses, I shake all over."
Her fingers made patterns on his shirt, and she loved the bigness and warmth of his body so close to hers. But he was admitting to nothing except desire. And she wanted much, much more.
"We"d better go and eat, I suppose," he murmured. "And I need a shave and a bath." He lifted his head and studied her pink cheek where his had sc.r.a.ped it, and he smiled slowly. "If we made love and I hadn"t shaved, you"d look like that all over," he commented.
It brought to mind pictures that made her ache, and she couldn"t get away from him quickly enough.
"There"s just one thing," he added, watching her with a lazy smile. "If I ever turn up in one of those d.a.m.ned books, you"re in trouble."
"I don"t write about real people," she defended, and prayed that he"d never see the first few chapters of her new book before she had time to turn the hero back into a blond.
"You"d better not," he said; and although his voice was pleasant, there was a hard glint in his eyes. "What we do together when we make love is private. For the two of us alone."
She frowned. "You can"t believe I"d do that!"
He searched her eyes slowly. "I"m not a writer. Explain it to me."
"It would take hours," she told him.
"I"m not leaving for the rest of the day," he told her. "Let me get my bath and shave. I"ll meet you downstairs. You can ask me anything else you need to know about the ranch while we"re at it."
The prospect of spending a day alone with him was heady and sweet. "All right," she said.
He winked and went out the door, already a different man. For the rest of the day, they talked as never before. He told her about the early days of the ranch and how his grandfather came by it. He told her about his own plans for it; his dreams; the career he once thought he wanted in politics. In return, she explained to him how she felt her characters come alive on paper and take over the actual writing of the book, right down to the love scenes. She explained how she researched the historical facts and how she"d learned to grit her teeth and smile when people asked where she had learned so much about intimacy when she was unmarried and apparently living alone.
"You see, it"s just that you can"t write fiction without a little romance." She sighed. "And these days, the more sensuous the better. I won"t go the whole hog and write explicit scenes, but the s.e.xiest books are the biggest sellers. I must be pretty accurate, though, because my reader mail is mostly kind."
He shook his head, sitting quietly by the crackling fireplace, watching her. "A virgin. Writing what you write. My G.o.d."
"Well, most fiction about scientists isn"t written by scientists. Most fiction about lawyers isn"t written by lawyers. It"s just a matter of research, like anything else," she added.
"You do it very-"
The telephone interrupted him. Expecting news about Al, he sprang to his feet to answer.