The Bride Tamer (16 page)

He was silent for a long time, silent until the air seemed so charged with the heavy weight of some unspoken, tortured emotion, she hardly dared to breathe.

“I'm not that guy—no matter how your fears and self-doubts keep inventing him. I want to be part of this baby's life. Part of your life. But if you don't want to marry me, we'll do this your way. I'll help you any way you want, anytime. I won't pressure you. But for what it's worth—I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. Life isn't about being famous, you know. It's about family. I've always wanted a real family.”

She couldn't believe he was voicing her own dream. Too miserable for words or hope, she shook her head.

He got up slowly, and she fought back tears.

Then he said, “Tell Miguelito I'm sorry I missed him. It would have been nice hanging out with him for a lifetime. He's a cute kid. A real heartbreaker. Like his mother. Like my little Sophie. If you decided to marry me, I would have to put in a swimming pool.” He paused, waiting. Finally, he sighed. “Goodbye, Vivian.”

She tried to speak, but her throat clenched too tightly.

“Well, at least I tried,” he said, picking up the ring and placing it in his pocket.

Then he was outside the door—gone. And she could do nothing but sit there and wipe her damp lashes with her paper napkin. Finally, she closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. It was her body, her pregnant, hormone-besieged body that was making her so crazy, making her feel so desperately lost and alone that she almost believed he was right…that life really was about the little moments…that like her he needed to be part of a real family…that they could make it work.

It's surprising what challenges can be conquered if you decide to face them head-on.

Was he right? What if he was?

The thought of going back to her bleak apartment, of facing years alone without him finally got the best of her.

Hardly knowing what she was doing, she stood up and stumbled out of the café into the soft, gray light. Then she saw him and began running down the sidewalk, pushing through people who got in her way, calling his name.

“Cash! Cash—”

When he turned, his chiseled face looked lost and haunted—until she smiled at him. Then his expression lit up, and his lips parted into a grin that filled her entire being with hope and happiness. Suddenly he was cutting through the crowd toward her. She was in his arms, and he was lifting her and twirling her round and round, so that other pedestrians stopped to watch them and smile.

Never removing his gaze from her face, he eased her back to the ground slowly as if she were very precious to him and pulled the ring box from his pocket.

“I—I don't know about this,” she whispered, opening the velvet box and peeping at the big diamond that winked at her. “It's too huge for a girl like me.”

“It's flawless.” He took the ring out and slid it onto her finger. “But if you don't like it, you can pick out one you do. We'll take it one day at a time.”

She shook her head. “Marrying you is the easy way out.”

“Who says marriage is easy? Any marriage? Your first one wasn't. Half of them don't work out. Being rich isn't what it's cracked up to be either. And you haven't tried to live with me. I get into hellish artistic funks. When I'm working, I hole up for weeks and ignore everybody.”

“I guess your wife would have to learn to be her own person.”

“You can be anything you want to be if you let yourself believe in possibilities. I love you. Please don't send me away.” He lowered his mouth until it was very close to hers.

“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Make me believe. I'm in the mood for a miracle.”

His hands cupped her face gently, reverently, and he stared into her eyes for a long time and smiled.

He loved her. She could see it so plainly.

His kiss was soft at first and then harder, slowly growing hotter. All too soon, her body took over.

“You're not going back to work today,” he said, his breathing rough and irregular now. “We're going to my hotel.”

For once she didn't argue other than to say, “We have an hour and a half before I have to pick up Miguelito.”

“I can't wait to see him,” Cash said.

Then he kissed her again, and every cell in her being ached for what was to come. His hard mouth was both tender and passionate, and she felt warm tears of joy sting her eyelids.

“I love you,” she said, wrapping her arms around his big body. “I missed you.”

“You damn sure made me miserable for a while.”

“I was miserable too. Does that count?”

“Yeah. It counts. But you have a lot to make up for,” he said.

“We have the rest of our lives.”

“You can start during the next hour and a half. I have a long list….”

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

When he leaned down and whispered into her ear, she grew so hot, she knew her face must be scarlet. He hugged her close, and they kissed again.

 

The moon was bright, the dark Pacific splashed with silver. Cash was lying in bed in the most fantastic bedroom in the most fantastic house she'd ever seen. Behind the bed was an eight-paneled painting with eight naked Aphrodites rising out of the sea.

The mansion with its flying decks clung to a cliff over Acapulco. Not that she was that interested in the magnificent house when Cash's dark, muscular body was sprawled across the white satin sheets.

“Marco and I designed it for a friend,” Cash said lazily, watching her as she padded about the thick white carpet brushing her red hair out.

“I'm so glad he loaned it to us.”

“It was a wedding gift, my love,” Cash said.

“And this is our wedding night,” she whispered.

“So—strip,” he murmured, “or do I have to get up and do it for you?”

She leaned down to turn out the light.

“Leave it on.”

Shyly she lowered the strap of her filmy, apricot-colored negligee over her slim arm and winked at him.

“Take your time,” he said.

She whirled round and round, causing the gauzy gown to flow around her, revealing her legs and thighs and the thatch of red curls between her legs. Then she grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulled it over her head and tossed it at him.

“That was fast. I said slowly.”

“You know me better than that.”

“And just like I remembered…you're better than Botticelli.”

“I'm so glad you think so. If only we had a big shell, we
could go down to the ocean and I could step out of it,” she laughed.

“You'd give every Mexican in Acapulco a heart attack.”

He got out of bed and took her in his arms. “I've been dreaming about you stepping out of paintings naked. Only I wake up and you vanish.”

“I'll be here when you wake up.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, and soon nothing mattered to Cash but the wonderful feel of her warm body touching and cavorting with his. She felt silky, fluid, alive and on fire. Her heart beat like a drum.

“Get in bed,” he said huskily.

But he stood there, holding her and kissing her until she was breathless.

“I can't go anywhere if you don't stop kissing me.”

“And I can't stop kissing you, so there.”

“They'll find us like this…petrified and still kissing,” she teased.

“I don't think so.”

When they finally made it to the bed, he took his time, nibbling her with his mouth and licking her with his tongue until every cell felt like it was pulsing and she had never felt so burstingly alive.

The instant he thrust inside her, they came together, shuddering, clinging, moaning as their bodies clenched in spasms. After a short rest, he made love to her again. And then again.

“Tomorrow we're flying to Florence for the rest of our honeymoon,” he murmured afterward, stroking her hair. “There's a painting I want to show you.”

“I think I know which one.”

“The last time I saw it, I thought I could plan my life.”

“Then you met me. And my life never goes according to plan.”

“I couldn't have planned anything better. You're the perfect bride for me…even if you took a little taming.”

“You want to know why?” she asked.

“Why?”

“Because nobody in the whole world is ever going to love you the way I will.”

“I know,” he agreed. “And nobody is ever going to love you the way I will either.”

She smiled radiantly.

“I was wondering what it would take to convince you,” he said.

“Good thing you're a patient man.”

“That's a virtue I never knew I had.” He smiled.

“Until you met me.”

“I don't think my staff in San Francisco would agree.”

She laughed and pulled him close. “I want to do it again.”

“I don't think I can.”

But her mouth moved down his body and kissed him until he was hard again, and she climbed on top.

Afterward, when they lay wrapped in each other's arms in the dark lit only by stars, she said, “See, you were right.”

“About what?”

“You said it's surprising what challenges can be conquered if you decide to face them head-on.”

“I was inspired. I had you.”

“Always. Forever,” she promised.