She wasn"t good at pretense. She averted her eyes. "Just into town."
He knew she was lying. He"d seen Marquez"s vehicle near the drop point, with two people in the cab. He couldn"t figure out what Marquez was up to, unless he was dating Glory so that he had some information about Rodrigo"s movements. That was disquieting. Things were at a crucial point.
"See anything interesting?" he persisted.
She looked up. "Not really."
His eyes were cold and quiet. "You don"t want to put yourself into the middle of something you don"t understand."
"Excuse me?"
"Marquez has enemies," he said. "He"s making more by the day. You put yourself at risk just by being near him."
Her eyes widened. "You"re jealous," she said pertly, trying to throw him off the track. It wouldn"t do for her to blurt out anything about that warehouse or the drug deal she and Rick had witnessed.
That disconcerted him. He blinked, then scowled. "Jealous of a cop?" he scoffed.
"Hurts your ego, doesn"t it?" she persisted, "that I went from you to him. Would you like to know how he compares as a lover? Ooh!"
Even in their brief intimacy, he"d never kissed her like this. He enveloped her against his tall, muscular body so that she could feel it against every inch of her own soft one. His mouth devoured hers, probing, insistent, hungry for a response. She gave him one because she couldn"t help herself. He was the only man she"d ever wanted.
Her arms went under his and around him. She moaned huskily as the kiss escalated into areas of sensuality she"d never experienced.
Groaning, he backed her into the wall and pushed down against her, so that she could feel the growing evidence of his desire for her.
Her soft hands tugged at his shirt and eased their way under it, up against the warm, strong muscles of his back. She felt them ripple at her touch. Without lifting his mouth, he coaxed them to the front, to the thickness of hair on his chest while he, too, worked at fastenings. Seconds later, she felt her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bury themselves in that thick hair, enjoying the exquisite feel of skin on skin. In the silence of the house, the only sounds were those of ragged breathing and faint moans.
She didn"t hear her cane fall. She hardly noticed when he swung her up in his arms and carried her down the hall to her room.
He locked the door behind him and fell with her onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and clothing that soon merged into an urgent, hard rhythm.
She felt him inside her with a sense of wonder. He was very aroused, even more so than their first time. He lost control quickly. It wasn"t planned. He drove for satisfaction, groaned harshly as he felt her body arching up to accept him, pleading for more, more...more!
His last conscious thought was that she was so aroused that he wasn"t sure that he could manage to satisfy her...
SHE COULDN"T STOP TREMBLING. He hadn"t managed to ease the terrible tension he"d aroused in her. She felt him reach his peak and lay shivering and crying under him with her own frustration.
"Shhh," he whispered at her ear. He moved against her, very slowly, feeling her surge up to him, pleading.
"I didn"t..." she choked.
"I know. Easy, querida," he whispered deeply. "Easy. Move with me. Don"t be so impatient. I won"t stop until I satisfy you. I promise. Do what I tell you."
She had to fight to slow down. But when she did, she understood. It was frightening, the way it increased her pleasure. Every movement of his hips was sweet anguish. Every kiss against the softness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s brought a wave of delight. As he moved, her long legs curled around his, feeling the power and strength of them as he shifted his weight.
"It wasn"t like this, before," she whispered frantically.
"I know." He didn"t sound pleased. His voice was rough. His movements were fierce, demanding. "Don"t talk. Lift up to me. Hard. Hard!"
She obeyed him in a rapturous fog that denied the pain in her hip, the stupidity of letting him this close again.
"That"s it," he whispered. He nipped at her shoulder as the soft noises they made grew quicker and louder. "Yes!" He caught her thigh in his hand and pulled it up. The sensations he felt were almost frightening. He felt her shudder, heard her cry of surprise as the pleasure notched up another level.
"Oh...!" she cried out, arching. "Oh! I...can"t...!"
The rhythm was frantic now, not controlled or contrived. He moved up, pushed harder, harder, as a red wave of pleasure started to envelope him.
Her nails dug into him. She opened her eyes, shocked as she saw the taut, frozen contours of his face above her.
"Yes," he whispered roughly. "Watch me...!"
She couldn"t close her eyes. The pleasure shook them both, convulsed them in a free-form work of art as they joined, closed and then riveted themselves into one human being.
His mouth crushed down on hers as she screamed, a husky, high-pitched helpless sign of the unbearable pleasure he was forcing her to feel. She arched, convulsed, arched again. And all the while she looked at him, letting her eyes fill with the beauty of his face, his body, as he drove into her and finally began to shudder.
"Dios...mio!" he cried out just as the convulsions brought him almost to unconsciousness.
She bit his shoulder helplessly. She, too, was drowning in a sea of pleasure so vast that she felt it would never end. She heard her own harsh sobs as she burst into wave after wave of delight.
But it did end. Slowly the world came back into focus, and it was over. The brief, beautiful explosion of joy was gone. They lay together in a tangled, damp heap, shivering in the aftermath. She felt her heartbeat increase dangerously and concentrated on slow, steady breathing to bring it down. She"d never felt such sensations in her life.
He was looking at the ceiling. He hated himself for giving in once more to this weakness. She wasn"t like him. She would never fit into his world. She was getting involved with a cop and his whole operation was in jeopardy. And now, out of jealousy he"d never admit feeling, he"d just doubled his chances of making her pregnant. It didn"t make him feel much better to realize how much she"d enjoyed him this time. And how much he"d enjoyed her.
"Do describe how Marquez compares with me," he invited darkly.
She was trying to get her mind to work. It was sluggish. "I couldn"t tell you," she confessed. "I"ve never slept with him."
He didn"t know how he felt about that. Proud, maybe? Arrogant? He stretched, feeling his muscles ache from the tension they"d been under.
He rolled over and looked down at her. He"d tossed her gla.s.ses onto the bedside table when they"d ended up here. Her long blond hair was tangled around her flushed face. Her big, green eyes were wide and curious.
He pushed the tangled hair away from her cheek and the corner of her mouth. "You"re improving."
She sighed heavily as she stared up at him. Her eyes were accusing.
"I know. It"s all my fault," he murmured. He bent and kissed her softly. "I sowed my wild oats a long time ago. I"m not usually so easy to arouse."
She wanted to comment that his wild ride avoiding the police might have had a hand in his loss of control, surging adrenaline making him vulnerable, but she didn"t dare.
"You could have said no," he pointed out.
"No, I couldn"t," she said in a conversational tone. "You wouldn"t stop kissing me long enough."
He shrugged his broad, darkly tanned shoulders. Muscles rippled there, where one of her hands was resting. "It"s addictive."
She knew it was addictive. She couldn"t refuse him. It was worrying, when she"d been afraid of men for most of her life and singularly unattracted to just about every man she"d ever known. Then here came this farm worker and she couldn"t get out of her clothes fast enough. It was demeaning, in a way.
"Do I detect the sound of mental flogging?" he asked.
She bit down hard on a laugh that escaped anyway. "You can"t expect me to be proud of the way I react to you," she pointed out. "I was happy with my life until you came along and totally uprooted it."
He traced her thin eyebrows with his forefinger. "I have noticed your lack of restraint," he commented with amus.e.m.e.nt. His eyes met hers in the dim light of the room. "We"ve doubled our chances of producing a child."
"I did notice."
"What do you suggest that we do about it?" he persisted.
It was a question she didn"t want to answer. In fact, she didn"t know how to answer it. Part of her wanted the child. Another part was scared, not only of having a child but of the hidden Rodrigo, the drug dealer who might end up in prison. Worse, she might be instrumental in helping to put him there. She"d witnessed him leave the warehouse in the company of Castillo, running from a police car. She"d have to testify.
While she was struggling with that question, the theme song from the Mexican soccer team, from the World Cup in 2006, blared out from somewhere on the floor.
"d.a.m.n!" he breathed softly.
He got out of bed, gathering up his slacks. He dug into the pocket and answered it. "Yes?"
There was a long pause.
"I know," he added.
There was another pause.
"He"d better hope he can outrun me on the way to the border," he replied. "You can tell him I said that. Yes. I"ll talk to you later."
He closed the phone. Distracted, he dressed quickly and gathered up her clothing, dropping it onto the coverlet which she"d pulled up over her body.
He paused at the head of the bed and stood just looking at her. "When things settle down around here, we"re going to have a long talk."
"About what?"
He sighed. "I don"t really know. But if there"s a child, you know we have to make decisions."
"That would be a very long shot," she lied. "I"ve had no symptoms of pregnancy."
He felt oddly disappointed, but he knew it was for the best. The last thing he wanted was to be tied to this woman for the rest of his life by a child he wouldn"t be able to deny. Even though he wanted a child very badly, Glory was, frankly, not the sort of woman he"d want for its mother. He thought of Sarina and he felt sick all over. It was almost like commiting adultery, he reflected. He felt guilty.
"That"s good," he said after a minute. He hesitated. "I never meant this to happen."
"I know. Neither did I."
He reached down and brushed his mouth gently over her damp forehead. "You were right about one thing."
"What thing?" she asked.
"I was jealous," he confessed.
He opened the door and pulled it shut behind him with quick finality.
Glory lay in the soft semidarkness thinking how easily she walked into traps of her own making.
9.
THE NEXT DAY, GLORY was still flogging herself for the night before. She had to stop letting Rodrigo walk up on her blind side. She was almost certainly pregnant. She needed to talk to a doctor before she was too advanced and see just how much of a risk she would be taking if she decided to have the baby. The longer she felt the symptoms, the more attached she became to the tiny thing growing inside her. She wanted it with all her heart, regardless of the complications it would mean to her physically, as well as to her job.
Meanwhile, she noticed that Consuelo was oddly nervous. She kept pulling out her cell phone and checking to make sure it worked. In between, she worked with some distraction, once even forgetting to put sugar in the fruit they were canning.
"What"s wrong?" Glory asked gently. "Is there something I can do to help?"
The older woman looked at her oddly. She grimaced. "I wish I had known someone like you many years ago," she said enigmatically. "It seemed that the whole world turned against me. I had n.o.body who even offered help."
Glory smiled gently. "You know I"d do anything I could for you."
That, strangely, seemed to make the older woman even more uncomfortable. Her teeth clamped tight. "Thank you," she said tightly. "But it"s too late."
Before Glory could ask another question, Consuelo"s cell phone rang. The woman almost popped it into the boiling fruit as she fumbled to open it. "S?" she said at once. She listened, winced, glanced at Glory and winced again. "Lo es absolutamente necesario? Ests seguro?" She hesitated, listened, and finally said, "S," again and hung up.
"It"s something bad, isn"t it?" Glory asked quietly.
"Yes," came the reply. Consuelo dried her hands and took off her ap.r.o.n. She wouldn"t meet Glory"s eyes. "I have to go out, just for a few minutes, to the store for...for more supplies. You can manage here alone, yes?"
"Of course." Glory took Consuelo"s place at the stove, stirring the fruit. She forced a smile that she didn"t feel. Something was very wrong, and Glory was almost certain it had to do with herself. "Don"t rush. I"ll be fine."
The older woman flashed her a look of utter horror. "You...you be careful, okay?" she stammered. "I won"t belong."
"Okay."
Consuelo went out the door without looking back. Glory heard her car start, and then speed away.
She turned off the stove at once, her heart pounding. She wasn"t sure what she knew, but she sensed danger all around her. Her job had made her more sensitive to danger, especially now. Consuelo"s erratic behavior was too disturbing to ignore. She moved quickly to her room, locked her door and punched in Cash Grier"s office number on her cell phone. Before it even started to ring, she heard the back door open with a slam.
"Where is she?" a young male voice demanded.
"How should I know?" another replied tersely. "Look for her!"
She hung up and dialed the emergency services number.
"Jacobs County Dispatch. May I help you?"
Glory gave her information succinctly. "I"m alone and unarmed and there are some men in the house," she said. "I think they mean to hurt me."
"Two minutes," the dispatcher said. "Stay on the line."