at being caught out, knowing he would not welcome her intrusion.
‘I heard music, Count Volta. I was curious.’
He was standing near the doorway, wearing the same suit he’d worn at their disastrous dinner, as formal and regal as ever, though his eyes seemed darker and even more tortured if that were possible. ‘I hope I did not disturb your sleep.’
No more than usual. ‘No. Really, I was …’ She swiped at a wayward tear on her cheek. ‘I was just getting up for a glass of—’ His dark eyes narrowed and she forgot what she had been going to say as he came closer, his eyes missing nothing as he took in the robe and the tightly cinched belt.
‘But you have been crying.’
‘The music,’ she said. ‘It was so beautiful. I’m sorry. I’ll …’
But he was already wiping away the moisture with the pad of his thumb—so tenderly, so at odds with the dark, tortured eyes that raked her face, that more tears squeezed free. There was a tightness to his features. His face was set almost like a mask. It was a tightness that spoke of anger and resentment and some barely controlled agony.
A tightness that frightened her and yet excited her on some primeval level, just as his touch set her skin alight. ‘It is late,’ he said tightly, his fingers resting lightly on her cheek. ‘You should be in bed if you are leaving tomorrow.’
‘I’ll go now,’ she whispered, wondering if he might stop her. Half wanting him to.
‘I’ll see you to your room.’
‘I’ll be fine.’ She had to get away. She couldn’t stand the tension of having him walk alongside her, wondering all the way, back to her room. She couldn’t stand the disappointment if he merely left her at the door and walked away. ‘I know the way.’
She turned back, her feet programmed now to flee, only for the storm to unleash one more act of savagery. The boom crashed overhead and reverberated through the floor and walls. For a split second the room was still lit with the light from the chandelier, only to plunge the next instant into blackness so thick it was like a wall.
Panicked, she plunged into it, only to trip against the first step—would have fallen if he hadn’t been there first to gather her into his arms.
Air was knocked from her lungs, and when she breathed again the air came full of the heady scent of him. His arms were like iron bars around her, powerful and strong, as slowly he righted her until her feet touched the ground. Her knees buckled and his arms tightened, pulling her against the hard wall of his chest.
She heard his ragged breathing, she could feel the pounding of his heart in his chest, and she didn’t need light to tell her he was looking at her. She knew by the intoxicating fan of his breath against her face and by the sheer intensity of his stillness. She knew by the sudden fullness of her breasts and the aching tightness of her nipples.
‘You are leaving tomorrow,’ he said, sounding almost as if he was reminding himself, trying to convince himself.
‘Yes.’ Her word was no more than a whispered breath, and she sensed rather than saw the shake of his head.
‘You should not have come downstairs.’ His voice was choked and thick, and a shudder rippled deep and evocative through her. ‘You should not have come.’
His words were warm and rich and scented with the unmistakable essence of him and she drank him in, tasting him. ‘I had no choice,’ she admitted, her lips hungry and searching the darkness. ‘You gave me no choice.’
He made a sound, strangled and thick, as her drew her closer, her head cradled in his hands. ‘I am giving you a choice now. Tell me, before I give way to the monster inside me and decide for you, what do you want?’
Her heart lurched. Her senses lurched. His hands were hot on her face and in her hair as he waited for her answer. Her skin was alive with the touch of him, her body alight with need, and right now there was only one answer. Lust, she told herself, feeling herself falling further from reality and the safe world she had always known, the safe person she had always been. But she was leaving in the morning. Was one stolen night too much to ask?
And she put her hands over his, lacing their fingers together. ‘I want you.’