Shades of Twilight (Page 58)

smaller body dominated by his size, his weight, his strength. He had wanted to cradle her in his arms, protect her, soothe her, pleasure her-everything but stop. There was no way he could have stopped.

Those memories had been driving him crazy for the past ten days, depriving him of sleep, interrupting his work. When he’d seen her again today, he had been shaken by a wave of pure possessiveness. She was his. She was his, and he wanted her. He wanted her so much that his hands had started shaking. It had taken all of his self-control not to climb the stairs to where she stood, take her arm, and march her the rest of the way upstairs to one of the bedrooms, any bedroom, where he could lift her skirt and bury himself inside her once more.

He had restrained himself for one reason, and one reason only. Roanna had carefully built her inner fortress, but every fortress had a weakness, and he knew exactly what her weakness was.

Him. She could protect herself against everyone but him.

She hadn’t tried to hide it, or deny it. She had told him with devastating honesty that all he had to do was snap his fingers and she would come running. She would have gone up those stairs with him and let him do anything he wanted to her.

Webb drummed his fingers on the hot steering wheel. It seemed there was one more dragon Roanna needed him to fight, and that was his own sexual desire for her.

He had told her that he would come home if she would let him use her sexually, and she hadn’t hesitated. If that was what he wanted, then she would do it. If he needed a sexual outlet, she would be available. She would do it for Lucinda, for Davencourt, for him-but what about herself?

He knew he could walk into Roanna’s bedroom at any time and have her, and the temptation was already eating at him. But he didn’t want Roanna to give herself to him out of guilt, or duty, or even because of her misguided hero worship. He was no hero, damn it, he was a man. He wanted her to want him as a man, male to her female. If she slipped into his bed merely because she was horny and wanted the relief he could give her, he would be delighted even by that, because it was simple and uncomplicated by other people’s motives, or even her own God what about his own motives?

Sweat dripped into his eye, stinging, and with a muffled ignition switch, starting the motor SO curse he turned the d blast into life. He was going to the air conditioner would give himself a heat stroke, sitting in a closed car in the sort through a tangle of middle of summer while he tried to emotions. He loved Roanna; he’d loved her all her life, but as a sister, with an amused, protective indulgence. eat of the He hadn’t been prepared for the force and heat of the physical desire that had flared when she had thrown her arms around his neck and kissed him, ten long Years ago. It had come from nowhere, like swirling gases that had been compressed until they reached critical mass, then exploded into a white hot star. It had shaken him, made him feel guilty. Everything about it had felt wrong. She’d been too young; he’d always thought of her as a sister; he’d been married, for God’s sake. The guilt in that situation had been all his. Even though his marriage had been collapsing, he had still been married. He’d been the experienced one; he should have gently turned the kiss into a gesture of impulsive affection, something that wouldn’t have embarrassed her. instead, he’d pulled her tighter and turned the kiss into something quite different, a deeper, adult kiss, laden with Sexuality. What had happened had been his fault, not Roanna’s, but she was still trying to pay the price.

Most of the original barriers to a sexual relationship were gone. Roanna was a woman now, he wasn’t married, and he didn’t feel at all brotherly toward her. But other barriers remained: the pressures of family, Roanna’s own sense of duty, his pride. He snorted at himself as he put the car in gear. God, yes, let’s not forget his male pride. He didn’t want her to give herself to him for Davencourt, family, any of those unimportant reasons. He wanted her to lie hot and panting beneath him for no other reason than she wanted him. Nothing else would do.

The bastard was back. The news was all over the county and reached the bars that night. Harper Neeley shook with rage every time Webb Tallant’s name was mentioned. Tallant had gotten away with killing Jessie, and now he was back to start lording it over everyone again as if nothing had ever happened. Oh, that stupid fat-ass sheriff hadn’t arrested him, said there wasn’t enough evidence for a conviction, but everyone knew he’d been bought off. The Davenports and the Tallants of this world never had to pay for the shit they committed. It was the ordinary people who did time, not the la-di-dah rich folks who lived in their big, fancy house and thought the rules didn’t apply to them.

Webb Tallant had bashed Jessie’s head in with an andiron. He still wept when he thought about it, his beautiful Jessie with her hair all matted with blood and brains, one side of her head flattened. Somehow the bastard had found out about him and Jessie, and killed her for it. Or maybe Tallant found out that the little bun in the oven hadn’t been his. Jessie had said she’d handle it, and she was a slick one if he’d ever seen one, but this time she hadn’t been slick enough.

No one had ever belonged to him the way Jessie had. She’d been wild, that girl, wild and wicked, and it had excited him so much he’d nearly creamed his pants the first time she’d come on to him. She’d been excited, too, her eyes bright and hot. She’d loved the danger of it, the thrill of doing the forbidden. That first time she had been like an animal, clawing and bucking, but she hadn’t come. It had taken him a while to figure it out. Jessie had liked to screw for a lot of reasons, but pleasure hadn’t been one of them. She’d used her body to mess with men’s heads, to pin power over them. She’d fucked him to get back at her son of-a-bitch husband, to get back at everyone and show them she didn’t give a damn. She’d never meant for anyone else to know, but she knew, and that was how she got her rocks off.