Read Enchantment & Bridge of Dreams Online
Authors: Christina Skye
Kacey heard the desperation driving his words, since it mirrored her own. Her breath caught sharply. So he
had
felt the same thing she had. Something naked and visceral. Something terrifying familiar.
She shivered as his warm breath teased her neck. She felt his body tense.
She looked down to see his gaze smoldering across the closing of her shirt, where white cloth had parted to reveal one perfect, upthrust pink nipple.
“Good sweet Jesus,” Nicholas muttered hoarsely. “You're so beautiful that it hurts, Kacey Mallory.” Rough and heated, his gaze swept over her silken skin. Abruptly his voice dropped. “You have a birthmark on your right breast, just where the lace edge of your gown ends. It's small and smoky and crescent-shaped. You've got another oneâ”
Kacey's breath caught. “Howâ”
He went on hoarsely, as if she hadn't spoken. “âat the base of your neck. You tuck your right hand beneath your chin when you sleep. You never use a pillow. And you always sleep without a stitch, just the way you were born, my sweet Kacey.” As he spoke, Nicholas made no move to touch her, only gaze down, his face dark with an endless, tormenting hunger.
Kacey's face turned white. How did this stranger know such things about her? “It'sâit's another trick! You're justâ”
A muscle flashed at Nicholas's jaw, the only movement in his rigid body. “Is it, Kacey? Then tell me you haven't the birthmarks where I said.” His voice dropped lower, husky with arousal. “Better yet, show me.”
Kacey swallowed, fighting a wild urge to do just as he asked.
“Tell me that I don't remember every details of how it feels to love you. That the dreams haven't haunted me for weeks, starting at Bhanlai. God, I almost wish I didn't know how your eyes darken with passion. How your breath comes and goes in soft little gasps. The way you moan when I fill you.”
Kacey bit back a gasp. He was frightening her now. “St-stop, Nicholas. If this is some sort of jokeâ”
“It's no joke, Kacey. From the first second I saw you, I knew you were the one, even though in the dreams I never could quite make out your face. Maybe that was why I fought the knowledge so hard, why from the beginning I found the sight of you so damn frightening.”
“You're lying!”
“Am I, Kacey? You've felt it too, haven't you? The pooling heat. The sweet, aching restlessness.”
She shook her head wildly. “You're stark, raving mad, do you hear? Whacko. Crazy as a loon. Definitely unhinged!”
A vein began to hammer just above the jagged scar over Draycott's cheekbone. “Now
you're
lying, Kacey. I can see it. I can
feel
it.”
“And you're one prime, grade-A bastard, Nicholas Draycott. A miserable, rotten egotist. Can't you get it straight? Whatever you're feeling is all in your own head, and has nothing to do with me!” Her desperation made the lie convincing.
Or it would have, to anyone except this man, who knew her as well as he knew himself.
“Then why is your voice shaking, Kacey? Why is your breath so jerky?”
“Because I'm scared, damn it!
You
scare meâwith all this ridiculous talk!”
Draycott went completely still, his eyes fixed on her face. “So you still refuse to admit it?”
Kacey nodded her head mutely.
“No matter, I remember enough for both of us. I remember enough for a whole lifetimeâand maybe even
more
than a lifetime. And what I remember most is wanting you, the way I want you right now. With your honey hair tangled across my chest. With your emerald eyes glazed with passion when I bury myself inside youâas far as a man can go. Until you're wild, my sweet Kaceyâas wild as a woman can be.”
There was something moreâsomething Nicholas should have remembered, but couldn't. Something that seemed important.
Then Kacey shivered against him, and the elusive thread of thought was shattered. Hunger tightened; need threatened to overwhelm him.
Silence fell around them, tense and brittle.
Very slowly, as if in a dream, his head slanted down, raven hair lying thick and straight against her ivory skin as he worshipped the pink bud that furled beneath his lips.
Pleasure coursed through her, hot and achingly familiar. Just as his mouth was hot and familiar against her. After all the long, lonely nights and empty years.
Why only with
him
all these intense feelings? Kacey asked herself over and over. Why only with this man, who was a complete stranger?
She had her answer a moment later. It came in the fierce rush of heated images. He and she, bodies intertwined.
Frenzied and reckless. Not as strangers but as lovers, skilled and intimate with the secrets of each other's pleasure. Knowing every curve and lithe movement until each body was simply an extension of the other.
Kacey began to tremble. “St-stop, Nicholas.” It was a plea and a silent admission.
An end and a beginning.
“Never, Katharine,” he whispered, his lips hungry against her
flushed skin. “Not until you tell me that you feel it too. Dear God, whatever I have is yoursâwhatever I
am
is yours. Just tell me what's happening to us.”
Kacey's eyelids fluttered as his lips closed around her, fierce with a velvet fury that strained to break free of his rigid control.
His strong fingers swept her neck, easing the shirt down until it balanced precariously at the very edge of her shoulders.
But no lower. Not yet. Nicholas Draycott wanted to make this moment last forever. He wanted to make her feel every inch as hungry as he was.
So that she'd never think about leaving him again.
“I don't understandâit isn'tâ” Kacey swallowed audibly. “Nicholas, we can'tâ”
Nicholas raised his head. His eyes raked over her, dark with need. Suddenly Kacey saw a pair of entwined bodies reflected there.
Their
bodies. In that moment, she accepted the fact that she'd loved this man a thousand times. But she knew she could never tell him that, because then he'd never let her go.
Warm and wet, his lips traced the swell of her breast. “Don't be sensible, Kacey. Not tonight. Tonight just forget sense and logic. Forget anything else but us.” His fingers curved over her hips, drawing her flush into the heated line of his arousal. “Dear God, forget anything but this.”
Kacey felt his need burn through her clear up to her forehead. Right down to her toes.
Most of all in her heart, which was naked and vulnerable.
For him alone, deny it as she might.
Nicholas gasped, reading the dark shimmer of passion in her eyes. The sight of it made his breath snag and his body catch fire.
Then it was Kacey who gasped as his teeth limned her breast. Her head fell back, the slim column of her throat revealed as pleasure flowed over her like a river.
Like a tide of dreams, a current of beauty.
And with the pleasure came a dark, swift flood of memories.
Memories of him. Of her. Of all the other times they'd touched and moved and loved, just like this.
Each one different and yet somehow the same.
Driven always by a love that didn't die, only surged and frothed and tumbled forward in a forever twisting course, spilling over its banks from one life to the next, its molten ripples gleaming down through time.
Nicholas felt her answer before he heard it. It was there in her soft, jerky gasp. In the restless shifting of her hips, which sought his heat. In the hot tide of crimson that stained her chest and neck.
Dear God, she was more beautiful than the silken petals of any rose. And though it was hell, Nicholas made himself wait, desperately afraid that this dream would suddenly end, just as all the others had done.
He held himself still, hopingâno,
aching
for her to say the words he'd waited two hundred years to hear.
“Don'tâdon't ask this of me, Nicholas.”
“I must, Kacey. Just once,” he said hoarsely. “Dear God, it's driving me crazy, don't you see? Dreaming of thisâof
youâ
was the only thing that kept me going through those long months in captivity. Now I've got to find out if it was nothing more than a dream. I've got to know if I left my sanity back there in Bhanlai, along with everything else.”
His body shifted, his hips teasing and then mastering in turn as they flexed in the ancient, drugging rhythms of passion and seduction.
He eased open her shirt with his mouth, then slowly traced the soft swell of her breast. Her breath caught when he coaxed the tight bud at its center even tighter.
Inch by smooth inch, the fabric slipped down her shoulders, one more exquisite texture among so many.
Suddenly Kacey was drowning in sensationâthe rough velvet of his mouth, the sleek thrust of his tongue, the hot granite of his rippling thighs.
When he loosed his belt and let it fall to the floor with a raw, sensual snap, she caught back a restless moan. When his teeth nipped her naked shoulder, she arched wantonly.
She felt Nicholas shudder. And then his hard fingers eased the cloth lower until it wedged over her arms, holding her captive.
“N-Nicholas!”
“Hush, my love.”
He found the birthmark at the base of her neck and traced it lovingly. With a growl of triumph, he found the other on her right breast, which he suckled reverently.
Too reverently for the way Kacey wanted his claiming now.
Her hips shifted, seeking his heat, pleading for it.
He tugged her zipper free and eased her jeans lower. A moment later, his callused fingers glided over her ribs and her belly, settling on the wild tangle of hair at the joining of her thighs.
Slowly he coaxed an entrance, then slid in search of her heat. Deep, so deep.
Unforgettableâ¦
“Tell me, Kacey. Tell me that you want thisâthat you want
me.
”
Kacey shuddered beneath his exquisite caress, overwhelmed by need and raw sensation. How could it all be so familiar?
“Do you feel it, Kacey?” Nicholas demanded hoarsely. “Can you remember every sweet detail as clearly as I do? Oh, God, tell me I haven't lost my mind!”
Kacey heard the catch in his voice and realized he was as overwhelmed as she. Words, that was what he wanted. But how could she speak, how could she begin to explain the storm of memories breaking over her all at once?
Words?
She tried to find them, digging deep, down below the fires of
desire fanned by his expert touch, down below the hard-built layers of defense, deep down into the dark silence of remembrance, where words did not exist or ever would.
No use. Nothing could reflect the intensity of what she was feeling right then.
So, forsaking words, she found emotion and shaped it into movement. With movement she answered him, and every movement was a discovering, every sigh a claiming.
Her senses bold, she ventured out with her answer and prayed it would be enough. As she sensed that the last time, two hundred years ago on the eve of tragedy, it had not been.
Her fingers found his hair and slid deep. Her mouth found his shoulder and nipped urgently. Her eyes found his, and her gaze was open, wanting, infinitely vulnerable.
For you, Nicholas,
her eyes promised.
Only and ever.
Desire slammed through him. Heat exploded to his groin. In that instant, Nicholas Draycott learned a thousand new meanings of word “torment.”
But he wanted that sweet torment from her, too. And he wasn't about to be rushed in anything he did this night. “Look at me, Kacey,” he rasped.
She only tossed her head, arching restlessly.
“How long has it been?” His voice was raw with passion.
She mumbled a mindless protest, half lost already, seeking the heat of his hand.
“Since you've had a man, sweetheart.”
Her head rose at that, her beautiful eyes flashing open, dark and unfocused, hazy with passion.
So beautiful, she made Nicholas grimace with new pain.
“A man?”
“A lover, Kacey. How long?” he repeated urgently, nearly unhinged by her honest, open need.
For him, only him.
Slowly comprehension tightened her features. “Iâsix months. A year, maybe⦔
Her answer nearly unmanned Nicholas, even though it was no more than his first touch had intimated. All of which explained why she was so sleek and tight against his fingers. Sweet Jesus, just thinking of it nearly drove him over the edge.
Her, narrow and sleek.
Him, big and painfully hard.