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СКАЧАТЬ gentle, sweet Carol would never cheat on Steve. “She just isn’t the type.”

      “Then I haven’t any idea what went wrong.”

      “How sad,” Lindy murmured. It was obvious to her that Steve had changed drastically since his divorce. Although she couldn’t believe Carol had been unfaithful to her brother, that would explain Steve’s statement about not trusting anyone anymore.

      “I think we could both learn a valuable lesson from what happened with your brother’s marriage,” Rush said, his voice tightening.

      “What?” Lindy asked, and raised her head to study her husband’s face. His eyes had darkened slightly and she wasn’t able to read his thoughts, but she had a good idea what he was thinking. And she didn’t like it. Not one damn bit. “Are you going to start lecturing me, Rush Callaghan?”

      “Lecturing you?”

      “Yes. I have a fair idea of what you’re going to say.”

      The muscles of his face relaxed into a half smile as he leaned against the back of the davenport and crossed his arms. His knowing eyes came alive with mischief. “Oh, you do, do you?”

      “You were about to give me some dopey line about what we’re experiencing now being some kind of euphoric stage all lovers go through.”

      “I was?”

      “Yes, you were. You were going to say we’re experiencing a time when everything and everyone is perfect. There’s no one else on the planet but us and nothing else but our newly discovered love.”

      Rush’s brows arched, but if he was portraying anything other than amusement, Lindy couldn’t tell.

      “And…”

      “There’s more?” he asked, and laughed, his rich baritone sounding relaxed and amused.

      “Oh, I’m just getting to the good part.” She stood and rubbed the palms of her hands together, sorting through her thoughts.

      “Well?” he pressed, having trouble disguising his amusement.

      “You’re about to tell me that the tension is gone. We’ve stepped over the line, entered the bedroom and now that territory has been charted.”

      “Not as much as I’d like, but we’ll make up for lost time later.” Rush’s words were more promise than comment.

      “Don’t interrupt me.”

      “Sorry.” He didn’t look the least bit repentant.

      “You’re going to tell me we’re about to step off cloud nine and should expect to be hit with a healthy dose of reality. We could be headed for trouble now. If we aren’t careful, what happened to Steve and Carol could happen to us.”

      All traces of amusement faded from Rush’s eyes and his face tightened. Lindy knew she was right. “By this time tomorrow, you’ll be gone.” She forced herself to offer him a brave smile. “And I’m going to be alone.”

      Rush stood. His eyebrows were pulled down into a heavy ledge of concern. “That’s right, Lindy. Up until this point everything’s gone smoothly for us. Our whole world has been telescoped into a two-part universe. After tomorrow everything will change, and I doubt that it’ll ever be exactly the same again. In two weeks you could be wondering how you ever imagined yourself in love with me.”

      “That will never happen.” She shook her head hard for emphasis.

      “In two months, you’ll have forgotten what I look like.”

      From his narrowed, tight expression, Lindy knew he wouldn’t listen to any denials. She hadn’t started this conversation to argue with him. The last thing she wanted was for them to spend their remaining hours fighting.

      “You’re married to a man you hardly know who’s going to be leaving you for half a year. The next time I see you, it’ll be close to Christmas.”

      She crossed her arms and cleared her throat loudly. “Have you finished?”

      “Finished what?”

      “Your lecture.”

      “Lindy, I’m serious. I—”

      “You’re not saying anything I haven’t already thought about a hundred times. I love you, Rush, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. My feelings aren’t going to change in ten days or ten years.”

      Tenderly he wrapped her in his arms then, and held her close. If there was anything more he wanted to tell her, he left it unsaid.

      * * *

      Hours later Rush lay on his back in bed with Lindy nestled, sleeping, in his arms. He hadn’t been able to sleep, dreading the thought of leaving her. Getting married the way they had was possibly the most irresponsible thing he’d done in his life. But he didn’t care. Given the same set of circumstances he’d marry Lindy again. Gladly.

      She astonished him. She was so sure, so absolutely confident they’d done the right thing. Her unwavering trust had been contagious. God knew, he’d wanted her badly enough. Steve seemed to think he’d taken advantage of her, and perhaps he had, but that couldn’t be changed now. Lindy was his wife, and by all that he considered holy, he planned to be a good husband to her.

      He closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh scent of jasmine and perfume that was Lindy’s alone, knowing full well that within a few hours he would be walking away from her.

      Rush thought his heart would burst with the love he felt for his wife. He softly kissed the crown of her head, cradled in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

      Lindy Callaghan was some kind of woman. They’d made love together, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization, as though they’d been married for years. All afternoon and evening, they’d teased and played lovers’ games, pretending they had forever. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Rush wanted her again. Now. But he had the feeling making love to her a thousand times wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him.

      * * *

      Lindy woke from a sound sleep when Rush pushed the thin fabric of her nightgown aside, his fingers light and quick. She hardly felt his movements until his mouth closed greedily over her nipple. She sucked on her bottom lip to keep from whimpering as the hot stab of pleasure pierced her. Her head ground into the pillow with every moist stroke of his tongue. And when his teeth gently tugged at the raised peaks of her breasts, it felt as if he were pulling at a thread that was linked to the heart and heat of her womanhood. She moaned anew at a pleasure so intense it was akin to pain, and still Rush sucked at the pebbled hardness. Again and again, like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower, he sampled the sweetness of the nectar from her breasts until he was pleasurably sated.

      When she was sure she was about to melt with liquifying, pulsating need, Rush lifted his head. He lay on his side and slid his hand down the smooth length of her stomach until his caressing fingers tangled in the nest of wispy hair. He paused.

      Lindy stopped breathing as his fingers slowly delved deeper, charting fresh territory as they sought the opening to the moist warmth. СКАЧАТЬ