He waited a moment to see how she would accept the vulnerability of her position. But she didn"t feel vulnerable, she realized. She felt utterly secure, buffered by his strength. Tremulously she smiled at him and lifted her arms to wind them around his neck.
He smiled in return. And then Zane Mackenzie made love to her.
Chapter 6.
There seemed to be scarcely a moment for the test of the day when they weren"t making love, resting from making love or about to make love. The sounds of the waterfront surrounded them, the low bellow of s.h.i.+ps, truck horns, the sounds of chains and cranes, but inside that small, dim room there seemed to be nothing else in the world but each other. Barrie lost herself in the force of his unbridled sensuality and discovered within herself a pa.s.sion that matched his. The need to be quiet only added to the intensity.
He kissed the bruises on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and sucked her nipples until they throbbed with pleasure. His beard-stubbled chin rasped against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her belly, but he was always careful not to cause her pain as he searched for all the other bruises on her body and paid them the same tender homage.
"Tell me how they hurt you," he murmured, "and I"ll make it better."
At first Barrie s.h.i.+ed away from divulging the details, even to him, but as the hot afternoon wore on and he pleasured her so often she was drunk with the overload on her senses, it began to seem pointless to keep anything from him. Haltingly she began to whisper things to him.
"Like this?" he asked, repeating the action that had so upset her-except it wasn"t the same. What had been meant to punish at the hands of the kidnappers became purest pleasure in Zane Mackenzie"s hands. He caressed her until her body forgot those other touches, until it remembered only him.
She whispered another detail, and he wiped out that memory, too, replacing the bad with caresses that lifted her to peak after sensual peak. She couldn"t imagine being handled more tenderly than he handled her, or with such delight. He didn"t try to hide how much he enjoyed looking at her, touching her, making love to her. He reveled in her body, in the contrast between her soft curves and his hard muscularity. It aroused her to be the focus of such intense masculine pleasure, to feel his absorption with the texture of her skin, the curve of her breast, the snug sheathing between her legs. He explored her; he petted her, he drowned her in s.e.xuality. The area around them was still so busy they didn"t dare converse much, so they communicated with their bodies.
Three times, while they were lying drowsily in the aftermath of loving, he checked his watch and reached for the headset radio. He would click it once, listen, then put it aside.
"Your men?" she asked, after the first time.
He nodded. "They"re hiding out, waiting until it"s safe to rendezvous."
Then the chatter of voices outside became louder as some people approached, and they fell silent.
The afternoon wore on, and the light began to dim. She wasn"t particularly hungry, but Zane insisted that she eat. He pulled up his pants; she once more donned his s.h.i.+rt. More formally attired now, they sat close together on the blanket and finished off the bread and fruit, but neither of them wanted any of the cheese. The water was warm and still tasted of chemicals. Barrie sat within the curve of his arm and dreaded leaving.
She wanted to be safe and comfortable again, but she hated to lose this closeness with Zane, this utter reliance and companions.h.i.+p and intimacy. She wouldn"t push him to continue their relations.h.i.+p; under the circ.u.mstances, he might feel responsible and think he would have to let her down gradually, and she didn"t want to put him in that position. If he indicated that he wanted to see her afterward, then... why, then her heart would fly.
But even if he did, it would be difficult for them to see each other regularly. He was more than just a military man; he was a SEAL. Much of what he did couldn"t be discussed. He would have a home base, duties, missions. If they escaped safely, the danger to him didn"t end there. A chill settled around her heart when she thought of the times in the future when, because it was his job, he would calmly and deliberately walk into a deadly situation. While they were hidden in this small room might be the only time she could ever be certain he was safe and unharmed.
The fear and uncertainty would almost drive her mad, but she would endure them, she would endure anything, for the opportunity to see him, to grow closer to him. Their relations.h.i.+p, if there was to be one, would have to grow in reverse. Usually people came to know each other, grew to trust and care, and then became lovers; they had become lovers almost immediately, and now they would have to get to know each other, find out all the quirks and personal history and tastes that made them individuals.
When she got back, she would have to deal with her father. He must be frantic, and once she was safely home, he would be even more paranoid and obsessive. But if Zane wanted her, she would have to deliberately hurt her father"s feelings for the first time in her life; he would be supplanted as number one in her life. Most parents handled the change in their offsprings" lives with happiness, a.s.suming the chosen mate was decent, but Barrie knew it wouldn"t matter who she fell in love with, her father would be opposed to him. No man, to him, was good enough for her. Even more, he would bitterly resent anything that would take her out of his protection. She was all he had left of his family, and it didn"t help that she greatly resembled her mother. As amba.s.sador, her father had a very active social life, but he"d only ever loved one woman, and that was her mother.
She would never turn her back on her father, because she loved him dearly, but if the chance for a relations.h.i.+p, possibly a lifetime, with Zane was in the balance, she would put as much distance between herself and her father as necessary until he accepted the situation.
She was planning her life around dreams, she thought wryly as she brushed the bread crumbs from the blanket. She would do better to let the future take care of itself and concern herself with how they were going to get out of Benghazi.
"What time do we leave?"
"After midnight. We"ll give most people time to get settled down for the night." He turned to her with the heavy-lidded gaze she had already learned signaled arousal and, reaching out, he began to unb.u.t.ton her s.h.i.+rt. "Hours," he whispered.
Afterward they lay close together, despite the heat, and dozed. She didn"t know how long it was before she woke, but when she did it was to almost total darkness. Unlike the night before, though, when she had lain in cold, lonely terror, now she was pressed against Zane"s side, and his arms securely held her. Her head was pillowed on his shoulder, one bare leg was hooked over his hips. She stretched a bit and yawned, and his arms tightened, letting her know that he was awake. Perhaps he had never slept at all, but had held her and safeguarded her. The noise beyond the ruined building had died down; even the sounds from the docks were muted, as if the darkness smothered them.
"How much longer?" she asked, sitting up to fumble for the jug of water. She found it and drank; the taste wasn"t too bad, she decided. Maybe she was becoming used to the chemicals, whatever they were.
He peeled the cover from his watch so he could see the luminous dial. "Another few hours. I need to check in with the guys in a couple of minutes."
She pa.s.sed the water jug to him, and he drank. They lay back down, and she cuddled close. She put her right hand on his chest and felt the strong, healthy thudding of his heart. Idly she twirled her fingers in the crisp hairs, delighting in the textures of his body.
"What happens then? When we leave, I mean."
"We get out of the city, make our rendezvous point just at sunrise, and we"re picked up."
He made it sound so simple, so easy. She remembered the swim trunks he wore and lifted her head to frown at him, even though she knew he couldn"t see her. "Is our rendezvous point on dry land?"
"Not exactly."
"I see. I hope you have a boat?" It was a question, not a statement.
"Not exactly."
She caught his chest hairs and gave them a tug. "Exactly what do you have?"
"Ouch!" Snagging her hand, he disentangled it and lifted it to his mouth, lightly brus.h.i.+ng his lips across her knuckles. "Exactly, we have a Zodiac, a seven-man, motorized inflatable craft. My team came in short two men, so there are only six of us. We"ll be able to fit you in."
"I"m so glad." She yawned and snuggled her head more securely into the hollow of his shoulder. "Did you leave someone behind so there would be room for me?"
"No," he said shortly. "We"re undermanned because of a problem I"ll have to take care of when we get back. If there had been any other team available, we wouldn"t be here, but we were the closest, and we needed to get you out in a hurry, before they moved you."
His tone dissuaded her from asking about the problem that put him in such a black mood, but she"d seen him in action; she knew she wouldn"t want to be on the receiving end of his anger when he got back. She waited while he picked up the .headset and checked in with his men, then returned to her questions.
"Where do we go in the Zodiac?"
"Out to sea," he said simply. "We radio ahead, and we"ll be picked up by a helicopter from the Montgomery, an aircraft carrier. You"ll be flown home from the carrier."
"What about you?" she whispered. "Where will you go?" That was as close as she would allow herself to get to asking him about his future plans.
"I don"t know. My team was performing exercises on the Montgomery, but that"s blown to h.e.l.l now, with two of them injured. I"ll have to clean up that mess, and I don"t know how long it will take."
He didn"t know where he would be, or if he did, he wasn"t saying. Neither was he saying that he would call her, though he did know where she would be. Barrie closed her eyes and listened painfully to all that he wasn"t saying. The hurt was worse than she"d antic.i.p.ated, but she closed it off in a place deep inside. Later it would come out, but if she only had a few hours left with him, she didn"t intend to waste them crying about what might have been. Few women would have a chance to even know a man like Zane Mackenzie, much less love him. She was greedy; she wanted it all, wanted everything, but even this little bit was more than a lot of people experienced, and she would have to be grateful for that.
Whatever happened, she could never return to the safe little coc.o.o.n her father had fas.h.i.+oned for her. She couldn"t let herself forget the kidnapping and the unknown why of it. Of course, her father would know why; the kidnapper would already have made his demands. But Barrie wanted to know the reason, too; after all, she had been more directly affected than anyone else.
Lightly Zane touched her nipple, circling it with his callused fingertips and bringing it erect. "I know you have to be sore," he said, sliding his hand down her belly to nestle it between her legs. "But can you take me again?" With the utmost care he eased one long finger into her; Barrie winced, but didn"t flinch away from htm. Yes, she was sore; she had been sore since the first time. She had discovered that the discomfort was easily discounted when the rewards were so great.
"I could be persuaded," she whispered, sliding her hand down his belly to measure his immediate seriousness. She found that he was very serious. Granted, she had no experience against which to compare this, but she had read magazine articles and knew that usually only teenage boys and very young men could maintain this pace. Maybe it was because he was in such superb physical condition. Maybe she was just lucky, though twenty-four hours before she hadn"t thought so. But circ.u.mstances had changed, and so had she.
Fate had given her this man for now, and for a few more hours, she thought as he leaned over her and his mouth captured hers. She would make the most of it.
Once mote he led her through the maze of alleys, but this time she was clad in the enveloping black robe, and a chador covered her hair. Her feet were protected by slippers, which were a little too big and kept slipping up and down on her heels, but at least she wasn"t barefoot. It felt strange to have on clothes, especially so many, even though she was bare underneath the robe.
Zane was once more rigged out with his gear and weaponry, and with the donning of those things he had become subtly more remote, almost icily controlled, the way he"d been the night before when he"d first found her. Barrie sensed his acute alertness and guessed that he was concentrating totally on the job at hand. She silently followed him, keeping her head a little bowed as a traditional Muslim woman would do.
He halted at the corner of a building and sank to his haunches, motioning for her to do the same. Barrie copied him and took the extra precaution of drawing the chador across her face.
"Two, this is One. How"s it looking?" Once more he was speaking in that toneless whisper that barely carried to her, though she was right behind him. After a moment he said, "See you in ten."
He glanced around at Barrie. "It"s a go. We don"t have to s.h.i.+ft to Plan C."
"What was Plan C?" she whispered.
"Run like h.e.l.l for Egypt," he said calmly. "It"s about two hundred miles due east."
He would do it, too, she realized. He would steal some kind of vehicle and go for it. His nerves must be made of solid iron. Hers weren"t; she was shaking inside with nervousness, but she was holding up. Or maybe it wasn"t nervousness; maybe it was exhilaration at the danger and excitement of action, of escaping. As long as they were still in Benghazi, in Libya, they hadn"t really gotten free.
Ten minutes later he stopped in the shadow of a dilapidated warehouse. Perhaps he clicked his radio; in the dark, she couldn"t tell. But suddenly five black shapes materialized out of the darkness, and they were surrounded before she could blink.
"Gentlemen, this is Miss Lovejoy," Zane said. "Now let"s get the h.e.l.l out of Dodge."
"With pleasure, boss." One of the men bowed to Barrie and held out his hand. "This way, Miss Lovejoy."
There was a certain rough elan about them that she found charming, though they didn"t let it interfere with the business at hand. The six men immediately began moving out in ch.o.r.eographed order, and Barrie smiled at the man who"d spoken as she took the place he had indicated in line. She was behind Zane, who was second in line behind a man who moved so silently, and blended so well into the shadows, that even knowing he was there, sometimes she couldn"t see him. The other four men ranged behind her at varying distances, and she realized that she couldn"t hear them, either. In fact, she was the only one of the group who was making any noise, and she tried to place her slippered feet more carefully.
They wound their way through the alleys and finally stopped beside a battered minibus. Even in the darkness Barrie could see the huge dents and dark patches of rust that decorated the vehicle. They stopped beside it, and Zane opened the sliding side door for her. "Your chariot," he murmured.
Barrie almost laughed as he handed her into the little bus: if she hadn"t had experience navigating long evening gowns, she would have found the ankle-length robe awkward, but she managed it as if she was a nineteenth-century lady being handed into a carriage. The men climbed in around her. There were only two bench seats; if there had ever been a third one in the back, it had long since been removed, perhaps to make room for cargo. A wiry young black man got behind the steering wheel, and Zane took the other seat in front. The eerily silent man who had been on point squeezed in on her left side, and another SEAL sat on her right, carefully placing her in a human security box. The other two SEALs knelt on the floorboard behind them, their muscular bodies and their gear filling the limited s.p.a.ce.
"Let"s go, Bunny Rabbit," Zane said, and the young black man grinned as he started the engine. The minibus looked as though it was on its last wheels, but the motor purred.
"You shoulda been there last night," the black guy said. "It was tight for a minute, real tight." He sounded as enthusiastic as if he was describing the best party he"d ever attended.
"What happened?" Zane asked.
"Just one of those things, boss," the man on Barrie"s right said with a shrug evident in his voice. "A bad guy stepped on Spook, and the situation went straight into fubar."
Barrie had been around enough military men to know what fubar meant. She sat very still and didn"t comment.
"Stepped right on me," the SEAL on her left said in an aggrieved tone. "He started squalling like a scalded cat, shooting at everything that moved and most things that didn"t. Aggravated me some." He paused. "I"m not staying for the funeral."
"When we got your signal we pulled back and ran like h.e.l.l," the man on her right continued. "You must"ve already had her out, because they came after us like hound dogs. We laid low, but a couple of times I thought we were going to have to fight our way out. Man, they were walking all over us, and they kept hunting all night long."
"No, we were still inside," Zane said calmly. "We just stepped into the next room. They never thought to check it."
The men snorted with mirth; even the eerie guy on her left managed a chuckle, though it didn"t sound as if he did it often enough to be good at it.
Zane turned around in the seat and gave Barrie that brief twitch of a smile. "Would you like some introductions, or would you rather not know these raunchy-smelling b.u.ms?"
The atmosphere in the bus did smell like a locker room, only worse. "The introductions, please," she said, and her smile was plain in her voice.
He indicated the driver. "Antonio Withrock, Seaman Second Cla.s.s. He"s driving because he grew up wrecking cars on dirt tracks down South, so we figure he can handle any situation."
"Ma"am," said Seaman Withrock politely.
"On your right is Ensign Rocky Greenberg, second in command."
"Ma"am," said Ensign Greenberg.
"On your left is Seaman Second Cla.s.s Winstead Jones."
Seaman Winstead Jones growled something unintelligible. "Call him Spooky or Spook, not Winstead," Zane added.
"Ma"am," said Seaman Jones.
"Behind you are Seamen First Cla.s.s Eddie Santos, our medic, and Paul Drexler, the team sniper."
"Ma"am," said two voices behind her.
"I"m glad to meet you all," Barrie said, her sincerity plain. She had trained her memory at countless official functions, so she had their names down cold. She hadn"t yet put a face to Santos or Drexler, but from his name she figured Santos would be Hispanic, so that would be an easy distinction to make.
Greenberg began to tell Zane the details of everything that had happened. Barrie listened and didn"t intrude. The fact was, this midnight drive through Benghazi felt a littie surreal. She was surrounded by men armed to their eyeteeth, but they were traveling through an area that was still fairly active for so late at night. There were other vehicles in the streets, pedestrians on the sidewalks. They even stopped at a traffic light, with other vehicles around them. The driver, Withrock, hummed under his breath. No one else seemed concerned. The traffic light changed, the battered little minibus moved forward, and no one paid them any attention at all.
Several minutes later they left the city. Occasionally she could see the gleam of the Mediterranean on their right, which meant they were traveling west, toward the center of Libya"s coast. As the lights faded behind them, she began to feel lightheaded with fatigue. The sleep she had gotten during the day, between bouts of lovemaking, hadn"t been enough to offset the toll stress had taken on her. She couldn"t see herself leaning on either of the men beside her, however, so she forced herself to sit upright and keep her eyes open.
She suspected that she was more than a little punch-drunk.
After a while Zane said, "Red goggles."
She was tired enough that she wondered if that was some kind of code, or if she"d misunderstood him. Neither, evidently. Each man took a pair of goggles from his pack and donned them. Zane glanced at her and said in explanation, "Red protects your night vision. We"re going to let our vision adjust now, before Bunny kills the headlights."
She nodded, and closed her eyes to help her own vision adjust. She realized at once that, if she wanted to stay awake, closing her eyes for whatever reason wasn"t the smartest thing to do, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn"t manage to open them again. The next thing she knew, the minibus was lurching heavily from side to side, throwing her against first Greenberg, then Spooky. Dazed with sleep, she tried to hold herself erect, but she couldn"t seem to find her balance or anything to hold on to. She was about to slide to the floorboard when Spooky"s forearm shot out in front of her like an iron bar, anchoring her in the seat.
"Thank you," she said groggily.
"Anytime, ma"am."
Sometime while she had been asleep, Bunny had indeed killed the headlights, and they were plunging down an embankment in the dark. She blinked at something s.h.i.+ny looming in front of them; she had a split second of panic and confusion before she recognized the sea, gleaming in the starlight.
The minibus lurched to a halt. "End of the line," Bunny cheerfully announced. "We have now reached the hidey-hole for one IBS. That"s military talk for inflatable boat, small," he said over his shoulder to Barrie. "These things are too fancy to be called plain old rafts."
Zane snorted. Barrie remembered that he"d described it as exactly that, a raft.
Watching them exit the minibus was like watching quicksilver slip through cracks. If there had been a working overhead light when the SEALs had commandeered the vehicle, they had taken care of that detail, because no light came on when the doors were cracked open. Spooky slipped past her, no mean feat given the equipment he was carrying, and when Greenberg slid the side door open a few inches, Spooky wiggled on his stomach through the small opening. One second he was there, the next he was gone. Barrie stared at the door with widened eyes in full appreciation of how he"d acquired his nickname. He was definitely spooky.
The others exited the minibus in the same manner; it was as if they were made of water, and when the doors opened they simply leaked out. They were that fluid, that silent. Only Bunny, the driver, remained behind with Barrie. He sat in absolute silence, pistol in hand, as he methodically surveyed the night-shrouded coast. Because he was silent, she was too. The best way not to be any trouble to them, she thought, was to follow their example.
There was one quick little tap on the window, and Bunny whispered, "It"s clear. Let"s go, Miss Lovejoy."
She scooted over the seat to the door while Bunny eeled out on the driver"s side. Zane was there, opening the door wider, reaching in to steady her as she slid out onto the ground. "Are you holding up okay?" he asked quietly.