A Kiss Remembered - Page 29

“And that first time set a pattern,” Shelley said intuitively.

“Precisely. I found myself squiring one of Washington’s prettiest young unattached women for the convenience of her lover. Either I’d pick her up at their rendezvous and take her home in the wee hours, or she’d get a cab. Either way, people drew the conclusion that it was I she was seeing and not the congressman with the lovely wife and three children.”

Grant’s disgust with the congressman was apparent. Obvious also was his disgust over his own culpability. “What happened?” she asked softly. “Why did Missy commit suicide?”

“The usual. She was pregnant and the congressman was furious when she told him. All along she’d foolishly expected him to leave his wife for her. I’d warned her for months that she was whistling in the dark, but she refused to listen. She called me from their secret apartment. When I got there she was disconsolate. He’d told her he’d arrange for a quiet abortion but that was all she could expect from him. When I dropped her at home, I advised her to go to bed and sleep on it. The next morning, she was dead.”

She laid her hand on his. “Why didn’t you tell anyone about this when you were unjustly accused and fired from your job? If you’d gone to the senator quietly and told him, wouldn’t he have believed you?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. If I hadn’t named the guilty party, he might have thought I was making the whole thing up to protect myself. And if I had told him who the other man was, the senator might very well have confronted him. I would have enjoyed seeing the congressman get his comeuppance, but I didn’t want to destroy his wife and kids. They were the only true innocents in the whole mess. Even Missy was old enough to know that you have to pay the piper.”

“Few men would have done what you did, take the blame for something you didn’t do.”

He laughed harshly. “Don’t pin any medals on me, Shelley. At that point my actions were guided by apathy, not integrity. I was fed up with the duplicity, the backbiting. If my colleagues believed I could be so callous, then I wanted no more to do with them. They were ready, even eager, to believe me guilty of destroying that girl’s life. I just didn’t give a damn anymore what they thought of me.” He paused, and his vulnerability touched her heart.

“I went to Washington with stars in my eyes, with an almost fanatical respect for the government and the men who ran it. I found out in a short time that they’re just men like the rest of us, with all the frailties of human nature. I came away feeling I was above all that.” He fixed her with his gray-green eyes and said softly, “But I’m no better than any of them.”

He pulled her to her feet and guided her around the small table until she stood in front of him. He clasped both her hands in his. “If you had come into my class a married woman, I doubt if it would have made any difference to me. Seeing you after ten years of separation, mature and more beautiful than ever, I wouldn’t have let a husband stand in the way of my wanting you. I’d have done anything, said anything, to bring about what happened between us last night.”

She touched the silver hair at his temples. Her voice vibrated with emotion. “You wouldn’t have had to try very hard. Thank heaven I wasn’t placed in the dilemma of having to choose between you and a husband. I’m not sure morality would have entered into my decision either.”

“Your husband didn’t appreciate the woman you are, Shelley. I know. I could tell by your surprised responses last night.”

She smiled fondly at his male vanity. “If you mean he didn’t love me well, you’re right. He never loved my breasts with his mouth. He kissed them sometimes, but never as much as I wanted and never like you do.” She never knew where this streak of uncharacteristic boldness came from, but she felt no self-consciousness about saying such things to him. “He didn’t tickle the backs of my knees with his tongue, or talk to me when we were making love or snuggle afterward. He wasn’t able to bring me to fulfillment, and he never forgave me for that. You did. All through the night.”

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the palm fervently. “Thank you for telling me that, Shelley. God, I wanted that to be the case. By your startled reaction, it seemed so. I hoped so. I’m a selfish bastard, but if I couldn’t have your virginity, I wanted that.”

She outlined the sculpted lines of his mouth with a lovi

ng finger. “The taking of my virginity meant nothing. It was painful for me, an act executed without love or tenderness. Last night was …” Her eyes searched the walls of the tiny kitchen as though she’d find the abstract idea she was searching for emblazoned on the walls. “Birth. I became a woman.”

His eyes were filled with emotion. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She repeated his words softly. Then, because they had been withheld for ten years, she repeated them with more emphasis.

He drew her toward him and laid his head heavily on her breasts. Her arms enfolded his head and held it against her. For long moments they maintained that position, savoring their spoken avowals of love. When he raised his head his eyes issued an open invitation. “All this talk of knee kissing, etcetera, has made me … ah …” With deft hands, he untied the belt of his robe from around her narrow waist. The sides of the garment fell free, giving him an unrestricted view of her nakedness.

His hands stroked up the backs of her thighs beneath the robe while he lowered his head again and opened his mouth over her navel. His tongue delved into the soft indentation and he muttered, “Think you could get in the mood?” Were she not already quivering with desire, his mouth, hot and wet and urgent on her stomach, would have been strongly convincing. His hands cupped her derriere, lifting, tilting.

“I have a confession,” she mumbled. “I thought of it before you did.”

“Don’t count on it.”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

“Let’s stay here.”

He caught her off guard and before she knew what had happened, he had drawn her onto his lap. “Grant,” she breathed, wide-eyed. “I’ve never …”

He winked mischievously, quite pleased with himself, as he yanked free the knot of the drawstring at his waist.

“You’ve always been … ah, Shelley … an excellent student, a fast … yes, that’s it … learner,” he strained to say through clenched teeth as she demonstrated an uncanny aptitude for innovation. She sheathed him with her dewy warmth and moved wantonly.

“You’re … a good … instructor.”

The dry, uninteresting contents of the finance textbook she was studying wouldn’t register. For an hour she had tried to absorb the information she was reading, but her mind wasn’t on it and her eyes seemed bent on wandering to the man sitting across the room, concentrating on the book resting in his lap.

She loved him so much, she was barely able to contain it. Grant’s sexuality and her response to him stunned her. Daryl, well acquainted with the mechanics of human sexuality, had known nothing of romance, of a loving technique. He wouldn’t have recognized the woman who had unabashedly participated in every act of loving with Grant as the same woman who had lain beneath him, apathetic and listless. It would crush him to know what a lousy lover he was. The thought gave her a perverse pleasure.

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