And he would never shake that bitterness, Dare reflected, feeling an ache in his chest at what they had lost. He lifted a loose curl from her cheek, brushing it against his lips and inhaling the sweet scent.
This was part of his shattered dream, holding Julienne in his arms, feeling her luscious warmth against him, the silkiness of her skin beneath his hands… He had hungered for this closeness, this intimacy he had known only with her. The solace he craved was always her. He still craved her, not only with his body but with his heart-
Dare shut his eyes. Was it possible, he wondered, that he still loved her? God help him. That kind of weakness could destroy him.
But if he'd thought that making love to Julienne would lessen her hold on him, if he'd hoped to take her body and walk away triumphant, he realized now how gravely mistaken he was. A single violent coupling couldn't quench his passion for her. It might never be quenched.
I'll never be free of you, his heart whispered. You'll haunt me forever.
He could do his damnedest, however, to haunt Julienne in return. He wanted her as hungry and vulnerable as he was.
Deliberately he rested his palm on her breast-and felt her flinch.
At his arousing touch, Julienne drew a sharp breath, recognizing the instantaneous return of sexual desire. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think, to breathe, to want. Dare made her feel desperate with wanting-
In despair she untangled her limbs from his and sat up abruptly.
Behind her she heard Dare's murmur. "We're on the same side, Jewel. We are not enemies."
"It would be easier if we were," she replied in a hoarse voice.
He hesitated. "I don't know about you, but I would rather call a halt to this miserable style of warfare."
"So would I." She exhaled slowly. "If you are serious about wanting me to spy for you… I will do it."
"Willingly?"
Julienne glanced back at him. "That is the only way I can prove my innocence to you, isn't it?"
His lashes lowered, hooding his gaze. "You needn't prove your innocence to me."
"Do I not?" Rising from the bed, she went to the wardrobe and pulled out a wrapper, using it to cover her bare body.
"As I said," Dare remarked, "you will be well paid."
Julienne forced a shrug. "The income will be welcome, but I would have agreed in any case. I want Napoleon defeated as much as you do, perhaps more so." She tied the sash with a jerk. "What do you want me to do?"
"Discover whatever you can from the emigre community. We're especially interested in hints of anti-Royalists plots or rumors about Napoleon sympathizers."
"While you continue to hunt for Caliban?"
"Yes. You will report to me for the time being."
"Very well. You should go now."
It was a dismissal, and to her relief, Dare didn't pretend to misunderstand her. He rose silently to dress.
Julienne moved to stand before the hearth, holding out her hands to ward off her sudden chill.
She would do whatever Dare asked of her, whether it was spying on scheming emigres or helping him find Caliban. She was determined to prove her innocence to him.
And she was even more determined to make the elusive rake fall in love with her again. She would win Dare's total surrender in their battle of seduction, Julienne vowed.
But first she would have to conquer her own emotions. If tonight was any example, she was in danger of having her own sensual weapons turned on her.
She would have to do far better at hardening her feelings and bolstering her heart's defenses if she wanted to survive.
Chapter Eleven