The Calhoun Chronicles Bundle: The Charm School. Сьюзен Виггс

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      She hesitated. Soon she would be back in Boston, that world of stifling convention and proscribed rules. She’d never get this chance again. She took the proffered cheroot, touched the slightly moist end to her mouth, pursed her lips and sucked on it.

      “Now that,” Ryan said, still grinning, “is ladylike.”

      She spat out the smoke, wrinkling her nose at the sweetish herbal taste. “It’s awful,” she said. “When will I feel the effects?”

      “You have to inhale the smoke along with a breath of air. Try again. Remember to hold it.”

      She put the cheroot in her mouth, going crosseyed as she peered down at the glowing tip.

      Roaring with laughter, Ryan fell back on the rock.

      She ignored him and inhaled deeper. Her lungs fought to expel the offensive substance, winning the battle as she blew it all out with a terrific cough. Her vision hopelessly blurred by tears, she made yet another attempt. Finally she succeeded in trapping the smoke inside her long enough to feel a distinct tingling sensation. Little shocks of torchlike warmth eddied up and down her arms, her legs, making her feel weightless and euphoric.

      She tried several more inhalations, enjoying the perception that each moment seemed to spin out with honeyed slowness, watching the colors of the rainforest meld and blur upon the water and hearing the buzz and whir of the birds and insects grow loud in her ears.

      Ryan watched her with increasing fascination. “You took to that quickly, Isadora.”

      She giggled. He was the only person in the world who could make her giggle. “I am a quick study.” She took a deep puff to demonstrate. “No wonder so many men smoke cigars.”

      He laughed again. “This is a bit different.”

      Suddenly the water in the lagoon looked too clear and cool to resist. She unbuttoned her shoes and rolled her stockings down, never stopping to wonder if she should.

      “Oh, my,” she murmured, swirling her bare toes in the water.

      “Do you like it?”

      “I believe I do.”

      As so many other moments with Ryan, this one stood apart from the rest of her life. This was a magical place, she concluded, filled with mystery and excitement. Though a part of her wished to stay here forever, she knew she would have to return to her previous existence very soon. Then she looked at Ryan and wondered if it was even possible to go back, unchanged, and fit into her former life.

      He folded his arms behind his head, leaned back against a tree trunk and crossed his legs at the ankles. “Have you had a good time in Rio, Isadora?”

      She felt silly and pleasant from the smoking. “Do you ask that of all your interpreters?”

      “Of course,” he said, deadly serious.

      She inhaled more smoke, then handed it back to him. “I had better stop now.”

      “Why stop now?” he asked, inhaling to keep the red tip burning. “Are you afraid I might kiss you again?”

      She blushed furiously, but the herb made her tongue loose. “Maybe I’m afraid you won’t.”

      Each movement very deliberate, he set down the cheroot. With his gaze intent upon her, he got up and went to her side, quite unapologetically taking her face between his two hands and kissing her firmly on the mouth.

      “If I’d known you were worried, I would have done something about it long ago.” He removed his own shoes and socks and sat beside her on the rock, slowly kicking his feet back and forth. “How quickly do you suppose I can convince you to take a swim with me?”

      “Here?” she asked, gesturing at the lagoon. Her hand floated very far away, not even a part of her. “Now?”

      “Yes.”

      “I shall have to think about it. There. I’ve thought about it. Yes indeed, I should like to bathe here. There are only two problems.”

      “And what are they?”

      “First, I have no bathing costume.” She picked up the cheroot and took a worried puff. A nice floating calm wafted over her.

      He stood and extended his hand, helping her up. “Isadora. Toreador-a. I adore-a you. You don’t need a bathing costume. We’re completely alone here.”

      She suspected some flaw in his logic, but she couldn’t quite decide what it was. While she pondered this, he matter-of-factly unbuttoned her bodice and parted it, carefully pulling it off her shoulder.

      “What was the other reason?” he asked. “You said there were two.”

      “Two what?”

      “Reasons you can’t bathe here. And the first reason was not valid.”

      “I’ve forgotten the second,” she said with a loud burst of woozy laughter.

      He reached around behind her with both hands. She felt him unhooking the fastenings of her skirt. He smelled not unpleasantly of sweat, melon and smoke.

      “What are you doing?”

      “Taking your clothes off.”

      “Oh. Should you be doing that?”

      “Sugar, I should have done this a long time ago.”

      “Oh,” she said again, stepping out of her skirt as it pooled around her ankles. He grumbled and swore at the corset—“steel stays, for Christ’s sake”—and cast it away with a flourish. Then off came her shift, camisole and bloomers.

      “Ye powers,” she said, puffing on the green cigar again. “I’m naked.”

      “Be patient, love.” Ryan tore at his shirt and trousers. “In a moment, I will be, too.”

      Nineteen

      Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

      —Samuel Lover

      (1836)

      True to his word, he bared all while she smoked the cheroot down to ashes and gaped like a ninny. She had always known he was perfection itself. She saw immediately that it was true all over. He had the strong muscular body of a Greek athlete and skin that was tanned—except in certain areas—and smoothly unblemished.

      She was quite familiar with his broad, bare chest due to the long days at sea, but his thighs and buttocks and manhood were a novelty to her inquisitive gaze. “Oh, my,” she said.

      “My indeed,” he said, staring back. He took her hand. “Shall we?”

      “Shall we what?”

      In answer, he turned, still keeping hold of her hand, and jumped off the edge of the rock into the lagoon. Isadora gasped at the cool silken shock СКАЧАТЬ