Page 15 of Suzanna's Surrender
The sheer power of that want ripped through her, tearing through her lips in a sobbing moan.
His fingers were curled into her shirt, had nearly ripped it aside before he caught himself, cursed himself. And released her. Her shallow ragged breaths were both condemnation and seduction as he forced himself to pull away. Her eyes had gone to cobalt and were wide with shock.
Small wonder, he thought in livid self-disgust. The woman had nearly been shoved to the ground and ravished in broad daylight.
Her lashes lowered before he could see the shame.
“I hope you feel better now.”
“No.” His hands were far from steady, so he curled them into fists. “I don’t.”
She didn’t look at him, couldn’t. Nor could she afford to think, just at this moment, of what she had done. To comfort herself she began to spread mulch around the newly planted bush. “If it stays dry, you’ll have to water this regularly until it’s established.”
For a second time, he gripped her hands. This time she jolted. “Aren’t you going to belt me?”
Using well-honed control, she relaxed and looked up. There was something in her eyes, something dark and passionate, but her voice was very calm. “There doesn’t seem to be much point in that. I’m sure you’re of the opinion that a woman like me would be... needy.”
“I wasn’t thinking about your needs when I kissed you. It was a purely selfish act, Suzanna. I’m good at being selfish.”
Because his grip was light, she slipped her hands from under his. “I’m sure you are.” She brushed her palms on her thighs before she rose. The only thought in her head was of getting away, but she made herself load the wheelbarrow calmly. Until he gripped her arm and whirled her around.
“What the hell is this?” His eyes were stormy, his voice as rough as his hands. He wanted her to rage at him—needed it to soothe his conscience. “I all but took you on the ground, without giving a hell of a lot of consideration to whether you’d have liked it or not, and now you’re going to load up your cart and go away?”
She was very much afraid she would have liked it. That was why it was imperative that she stay very calm and very controlled. “If you want to pick a fight or a casual lover, Holt, you’ve come to the wrong person. My children are expecting me home, and I’m very tired of being grabbed.”
Yes, her voice was calm, he thought, even firm, but her arm was trembling lightly under his hold. There was something here, he realized, some secrets she held behind those sad and beautiful eyes. The same stubbornness that had had him pursuing his gold shield made it essential that he discover them.
“Grabbed in general, or just by me?”
“You’re the one doing the grabbing.” Her patience was wearing thin. The Calhoun temper was always difficult to control. “I don’t like it.”
“That’s too bad, because I have a feeling I’m going to be doing a lot more of it before we’re through.”
“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear. We are through.” She shook loose and grabbed the handles of the wheelbarrow.
He simply put his weight on it to stop her. He wasn’t sure if she realized she’d just issued an irresistible challenge. His grin came slowly. “Now you’re getting mad.”
“Yes. Does that make you feel better?”
“Quite a bit. I’d rather have you claw at me than crawl off like a wounded bird.”
“I’m not crawling anywhere,” she said between her teeth. “I’m going home.”
“You forgot your shovel,” he told her, still grinning.
She snatched it up and tossed it into the wheelbarrow with a clatter. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
He waited until she’d gone about ten feet. “Suzanna.”
She slowed but didn’t stop and tossed a look over her shoulder. “What?”
“I’m sorry.”
Her temper eased a bit as she shrugged. “Forget it.”
“No.” He dipped his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “I’m sorry I didn’t kiss you like that fifteen years ago.”
