Cynster - The Promise In A Kiss Part 23

"Since you are so boorish as to insist, I will tell you." Madness to do so; impossible to resist. "I have decided to test that each gentleman's touch does not repel me." She lifted her chin from his fingers, her eyes locked challengingly on his. "That is, after all, a most pertinent consideration."

His face hardened, but she could read nothing in his eyes, blue on blue, oddly shadowed. He lowered his hand.

"Were-does his touch repel you?"

His tone had deepened; a lick of caution skittered up her spine. "I have danced with him, walked with him-I feel nothing when he touches me."

Satisfaction glimmered briefly in Sebastian's eyes; she deliberately added, "So Lord Were, at present, is the only one who has attained my final list."

He blinked; his focus remained on her as he thought, weighed, considered . . .

"You will not attempt to test Athlebright or Mortingdale."

Those who knew him not might have a.s.sumed the comment to be a question; Helena recognized it as a decree, an order not to be disobeyed. Supremely a.s.sured-flown on temper-she lifted her head. "But of course I shall test them. How else am I to decide?"

With that eminently rational response, she turned to the path leading back the way she'd come. "And now, as I have told you all, you will hold by your word and allow me to return to the ballroom."

Buoyed by even so mild a triumph, she stepped out.

"Helena!"

A growl-a clear warning. She didn't stop. "Mme Thierry will be growing worried."

"d.a.m.n it!" He broke from his stance by the pool and stalked after her. "You can't be so witless-"

"I am not witless!"

"-as to imagine, after yoursuccess with Markham, that encouraging men to take you in their arms is a good idea!"

He was speaking through his teeth-a most wonderful sound. "I did not encourage Markham to be so . . . outre. He engineered the incident and grabbed me. I did not know he was no true gentleman."

"There are many things you don't know." She only just caught Sebastian's mutter, although he was following close behind her. The next instant he said, "I want you to promise me you won't plot to get Athlebright or Mortingdale alone-that anytesting you do will be done in the middle of a d.a.m.n ballroom in sight of the entire ton."

She pretended to consider, then shook her head. The gla.s.s-paned doors lay before her. "I do not think I can promise that. I am running out of time." She shrugged. "Who knows what I may need to-"

She had no chance to gasp, to scream. Sebastian's hand closed about hers; he swung her to face him, backed her toward the wall beside the door. A narrow ledge ringed the room, running around the base of the wall; she stumbled as, eyes wide, fixed on his, she backed into it.

He caught her other hand, lifted both, steadying her as, instinctively, she stepped up, back-her shoulders and hips. .h.i.t the wall.

She caught her breath, opened her lips-

He raised her hands on either side until they were level with her head, then pressed them to the wall-and deliberately stepped nearer.

Leaned nearer.

Caged her.

Trapped her.

She could barely breathe, didn't know if she dared. His strength surrounded her, held her-imprinted itself on her senses. No more than an inch separated their bodies; she could feel his heat the length of hers.

Because of the step, all he needed to do was lower his head to look her in the eye. He did; his gaze locked with hers. His features could have been hewn from granite. "You will promise me you will do no more testing-not unless it's in public."

Her temper returned with a vengeance. She let it burn in her eyes as she tested his grip, more out of instinct than expectation. His fingers tightened, just enough for her to feel their steely strength, to know she couldn't break free, but he wasn't gripping tightly-she couldn't claim he was hurting her. She didn't dare s.h.i.+ft her body away from the wall. If she did, she'd move into him.

"Men!" She spat the word like an epithet into his face. "You are all alike! Not to be trusted!"

By sheer luck, she hit a nerve-touched tinder to his temper; she saw it spark in his eyes, saw his lips thin.

"We arenot all alike."

Every word was gritted out.

She raised a haughty brow. "Do you mean I can trust you?" She widened her eyes, daring him to lie.

His eyes remained on hers; she caught a glimpse, unexpected, of sudden turmoil.

"Yes!"He flung the word at her; it struck her, left her reeling. She immediately sensed him soften, rein in his temper. "In your case . . . yes."

Her heart had leaped to her throat. Shocked, she searched his eyes. He wasn't lying, even though his temper still prowled, as did hers. But she knew truth when she heard it; he had no reason to lie. But what reason could he have? . . .

"Why?" She searched his hard features, hoping to catch some hint.

Sebastian knew the answer-could feel the power rise through his anger, shading it, controlling it.

She'd refused to go apart with him-to let him talk with her privately, feel his way with her-even though his intentions were, this time, of the most honorable. Instead, she'd tapped Markham on the shoulder and slipped away with him.

He'd been coldly furious. Why? Because she meant more to him than any other woman ever had.

He'd been watching when she and Markham had left the ballroom. He'd followed to ensure nothing came of the incident. Only to learn . . .

The idea that she might willingly put herself in the way of the type of insult Markham had offered was not to be borne.

Why? Because he cared.

The realization left him shaken-left him, for once, without any glib words, any drawling phrase to turn her mind away from what he'd only just realized and didn't yet want her to see.

Her eyes were wide green pools, easy to read, easy to drown in. She was caught, tempted . . . fascinated.

So was he.

He breathed deeply, trying to clear his mind, trying to think.

Her skin had heated, courtesy of his nearness; her perfume, French, elementally exotic, rose and wreathed his senses.

Their faces were close, as were their bodies-close enough for her to sense the change in his intent. Her eyes widened fractionally, then her lids fell as her gaze s.h.i.+fted from his eyes to his lips.

He closed the distance between them, slowly, unthreateningly.