Midnight Rider. Diana Palmer

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СКАЧАТЬ “You are el conde to me. My son continues to please you with his work, I hope?”

      “Your son is a master with unbroken horses,” he said in rare praise. “I am fortunate to have him at the rancho.”

      “He is equally fortunate to serve you, Señor Conde.”

      Obviously, Eduardo thought, he wasn’t destined to have much luck in persuading Maria to stop using his title.

      Bernadette tried to smile, but the cough came back, worse than ever.

      “Ay, ay, ay,” Maria said, shaking her head. “Again, it is the flowers, and I fuss and fuss but you will not listen!”

      “Strong coffee, Maria, black and strong,” Eduardo instructed. “You will bring it to the conservatory, yes? And then inform Señor Barron that I am here?”

      “But of course! He is in the barn with a new foal, but he will return shortly.”

      “Then I will find him myself, once I have made Bernadette comfortable. I am pressed for time.” He took Bernadette’s arm and propelled her down the long, tiled hall to a sunny room where green plants, but no flowering ones, grew in profusion and a water garden flourished in its glassed-in confines.

      She sat down with her face in her hands, struggling to breathe.

      He muttered something and knelt before her, his hands capturing hers. “Breathe slowly, Bernadette. Slowly.” His hands pressed hers firmly. “Try not to panic. It will pass, as it always does.”

      She tried, but it was an effort. Her tired eyes met his and she was surprised again at the concern there. How very odd that her enemy seemed at times like her best friend. And how much more odd that he seemed to know exactly what to do for her asthma. She said it aloud without thinking.

      “Yes, we do fight sometimes, don’t we?” he murmured, searching her face. “But the wounds always heal.”

      “Not all of them.”

      His eyebrows lifted.

      “You say harsh things when you’re angry,” she reminded him, averting her eyes.

      “And what have I said, most recently, that piques you?”

      She shifted restlessly, unwilling to recall the blistering lecture she’d received from him after her unfortunate ride with Charles.

      He tilted her face back to his. “Tell me.”

      “You can’t remember?” she asked mutinously.

      “I said that you had no judgment about men,” he recalled. “And that it was just as well that...” His mouth closed abruptly.

      “I see that you do remember,” she muttered irritably, avoiding his dark, unblinking gaze.

      “Bernadette,” he began softly, pressing her hands more gently, and choosing his words very carefully, calculatingly, “didn’t you realize that the words were more frustration than accusation? I barely arrived in time to save you from that lout, and I was upset.”

      “It was cruel.”

      “And untrue,” he added. “Come on, look at me.”

      She did, still mutinous and resentful.

      He leaned forward, his breath warm on her lips as he spoke. “I said it was just as well that you had money as you had so few attributes physically with which to tempt a man.”

      She started to speak, but his gloved finger pressed hard against her lips and stilled them. “The sight of you like that, so disheveled, stirred me,” he said very quietly. “It isn’t a thing that a gentleman should admit, and I was taking pains to conceal what I felt. I spoke in frustration. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

      She was horribly embarrassed now. “As if your opinion of my...of my body matters to me!”

      “You have little enough self-esteem,” he continued, as if she hadn’t spoken at all. “It was unkind of me to do further damage to it.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it tenderly. “Forgive me.”

      She tried to pull her hand away. “Please...don’t do that,” she said breathlessly.

      He looked into her eyes and held them with a suddenly glittery, piercing stare. “Does it disturb you to feel my mouth on your skin, Bernadette?” he chided very softly.

      She was terribly uncomfortable and it was showing. The breathlessness now was as much excitement as asthma, and his expression told her that he knew it.

      His thumb smoothed over the back of her hand in a slow, sensuous tracing that made the breathlessness worse. “You’re far too innocent,” he said huskily. “Like a Spanish maiden cloistered with her duenna. You understand your own feelings even less than you understand mine.”

      “I don’t understand anything,” she choked out.

      “I realize that.” His fingers moved to her mouth and slowly, gently, traced its soft outline in a silence that throbbed with excitement and dark promise.

      It was the first intimate contact she’d ever had with a man and it unnerved her. “Eduardo,” she whispered uncertainly.

      His thumb pressed hard against her lips, parting them. Something flashed in his eyes as he felt her mouth tremble under the sudden rough caress of his thumb bruising the inside of her lips back against her teeth.

      She gasped and he made a sound deep in his throat, somewhere between a groan and a growl.

      The lace at her throat was shaking wildly. She saw his eyes go there and then, inexplicably, to her bodice. His breath drew in sharply. She looked down, curious even through her excitement, to see what had brought that sound from his lips.

      She saw nothing except the sharp points of her nipples against the fabric, but why should that disturb him?

      His eyes moved back up to hers. His fingers traced her chin and lifted it. His eyes fell to her soft mouth. He moved, just enough to bring him so close that she could taste the coffee scent and cigar smoke on his mouth as it hovered near hers.

      She had a hold on his dark jacket. She didn’t realize how tight a hold it was until she became aware of the cool cloth in her fingers.

      “Bernadette,” he whispered in a tone she’d never heard him use before. She was frozen in time, in space. She wanted his mouth to come down and cover hers. She wanted to taste it, as she’d wanted to so often in the past two years, even as she feared the change that it would bring to their turbulent relationship. But at the moment, the blood was surging through her veins and she was hungry for something she’d never known. The lack of restraint made her reckless.

      Involuntarily, she leaned closer to him, her lips approaching his as she forgot all her upbringing in the heat of sudden desire.

      He was tempted as he hadn’t been in many years. He was painfully tempted. But suddenly, he murmured something violent in Spanish, something she was certain he’d never have given voice if he’d suspected how fluent she was in Spanish. She’d never told him that she had СКАЧАТЬ