Night Whispers

by Leslie Kelly

  Peeking around the bodies of the people pressing to meet her, Kelsey watched Mitch study the frame. He still didn’t look too pleased, although she felt sure she’d seen a sparkle of humor. She hadn’t worked up the nerve to step out of the frame and examine it from the front yet.

  Kelsey continued chatting with fans, most of whom were friendly and nonthreatening. There were one or two, unfortunately, who made some suggestive comments, and Kelsey appreciated that Mitch moved closer, placing his hand on her shoulder, on those occasions. As much as she tried just to enjoy herself, she couldn’t help tensing up when any strange man got too close. In the back of her mind, she wondered if it was possible her secret admirer was in the crowd. She kept glancing around, looking for someone dressed as a knight, but didn’t spot anyone.

  “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,” Mitch said after nearly two hours. “But I think my captive here needs a break. You will excuse her, won’t you?”

  Not waiting for a reply, Mitch took Kelsey’s elbow and led her away from the crowd. He made his way to a small, unoccupied table on the edge of the ballroom and pulled back a chair.

  “Sit. I’m going to go round us up some food and drinks.”

  Kelsey began to protest, but Mitch ignored her and started to walk away. He made it half-a-dozen steps before being stopped short by the pull of the chain. Glancing ruefully at his wrist, he looked over his shoulder at Kelsey. Her hand was over her mouth in a vain attempt to smother her chuckles.

  “We can do this one of two ways,” she said as she began pulling the chain hand over hand, shortening the distance between them as Mitch feigned protest. “Stick together and go for food as a team…” she continued.

  “Or?”

  “Or I pull out the key and release you.”

  Mitch frowned in thought. He was not ready to be “released” from duty. “Hmm, tough choice. I think maybe we’d better leave the chain for now. I don’t trust you enough to let you out of my sight. The next thing I know you’ll have me volunteered to go onstage and sing ‘The Monster Mash.’”

  “I remember hearing you sing in the shower when you were a teenager, and I wouldn’t dare!”

  “Very funny…coming from Miss Two Left Feet.”

  “All right, let’s call it even,” she said. “You can’t sing. I can’t dance. Together, though, we’re very talented.”

  “Together we’re very…something.”

  “Perfect?” Kelsey said with a determined flippancy she didn’t feel.

  Mitch leaned forward in his chair until their faces were mere inches apart. Her heart started pounding as she recognized the dangerously seductive look on his face.

  “Maybe we could be, Lady Love.”

  She thought for a second he was going to close the gap between them and kiss her again. She leaned imperceptibly closer, silently urging him to do it, not caring that hundreds of people milled around them.

  “There you are, Mitch. I’ve been waiting for you to finish chaperoning Kelsey here. My, my, Kelsey, you certainly are the sly one. Imagine, Mitch’s little childhood friend being the infamous Lady Love!”

  Kelsey sighed in frustration and glanced up at the sound of Amanda’s shrill voice. The blonde stood close to Mitch’s chair, breaking the intimate spell they’d been under, as she’d obviously intended.

  “Goodness, Mitch,” Amanda continued, her saccharine tones irritating Kelsey tremendously. “How on earth did you let Kelsey talk you into helping her with this…well, titillating performance of hers? I don’t imagine anyone ever dreamed that this was how you’d end up ‘taking care’ of your pseudo-sister. My, my, what would the folks back home say?”

  Kelsey could see Mitch retreat from her, mentally and physically, as he sat up straighter in his chair and adopted his usual calm expression. The dangerous Mitch she remembered from her childhood was tucked safely back inside and she was going to spend the rest of her evening with the college professor. Kelsey suddenly wanted to punch someone. Someone blond.

  It wasn’t that she didn’t like Mitch the way he was now. She liked him too much, that was part of the problem. He was smart and funny, thoughtful and sensitive, and sexy in the way brainy men are. But when he allowed a little tiny bit of that dark rebel to slip out, he was absolutely irresistible. And only with the rebel would Kelsey have a chance to make him admit how good they could be together.

  Amanda’s intrusion hit Mitch like a gallon of cold water. The sultry mood was gone. He tried hard not to think of how the night might have ended if he’d gone on pretending he was only with Lady Love. He probably ought to thank Amanda for splashing him with a dose of reality by bringing up the Logan family. But he didn’t feel very grateful.

  “Amanda, I was just about to ask Kelsey to dance. You will excuse us, won’t you?”

  Not waiting for her answer, Mitch helped Kelsey up and led her onto the dance floor, brushing aside her protests that she really was a lousy dancer. Pretending she wasn’t too bad, he ignored the half-dozen times she stepped on his toes. Bruised toes were a small price to pay for avoiding a major heartache. And the moment he and Kelsey had shared just before Amanda interrupted could easily have led to one major emotional pain.

  Throughout the rest of the evening, Mitch treated Kelsey with polite cordiality, and nothing more. They danced a few times, ate a late dinner and had a few drinks. At one point, Kelsey needed to go to the ladies’ room, and surrendered the key to the shackles. When she returned, he didn’t suggest she rechain them, and neither did she.

  Mitch told himself he wasn’t disappointed.

  9

  THE DRIVING RAIN POUNDED against her window, and a crash of thunder reverberated, startling Kelsey awake with a jolt. Sitting up in bed, she stared around in dazed confusion. Then she glanced toward her bedside clock but didn’t see the familiar glowing green numbers. It wasn’t working. A long flash of lightning illuminated her nightstand. Grabbing her watch, she saw that it was just after two. She’d only been asleep for about an hour.

  The storm that had brought drizzling rain all day had arrived with torrential fury. Kelsey shivered a little and pulled the covers up tighter. This old house was very drafty, and in the short time the electricity must have been out her room had become quite chilly. Remembering the spare comforter in the linen closet, she got up to get it, then noticed the streetlamp in front of the house was lit.

  “That’s funny,” she said aloud, staring through the rain-streaked window at the muted yellow glow.

  Some other houses had porch lights on, and Kelsey realized the electricity wasn’t out after all. It had probably just flickered, causing a breaker to flip in the basement. She thought about grabbing the comforter and going back to bed, but it really was very chilly, and Mitch or Fred might not realize until tomorrow morning that the heat wasn’t working.

  Kelsey quickly felt around on the floor until she found her slippers. She didn’t bother with her robe, since she wore long satin pajamas. Making her way down the short hallway into the kitchen, she pulled open a drawer and located the flashlight she kept there for emergencies. She flicked it on, praying the batteries still worked, and sighed in relief when a weak yellow beam came forth.

  Slipping quietly out of her apartment, Kelsey carefully avoided the creakiest steps as she descended the stairs. It was doubtful Mitch would hear her anyway, but she didn’t want to risk it. The last thing she wanted was for Mitch to find her lurking in the house in the middle of the night, and be all kind and solicitous, as he’d been at the ball. Mitch had been so darned friendly that she thought she could have cheerfully strangled him! It was as if, in that moment when Amanda had stepped between them, the invisible wall Mitch kept around himself had slipped back into place so firmly it couldn’t be blasted away with dynamite.

  Kelsey stealthily entered his kitchen, playing the weak beam of light over the butcher-block table so she could maneuver around it.

  “Ouch,” she muttered as she bumped her shin into a chair.

  Limping
slightly, she made her way to the basement door, opened it, silently cursing the loud creak, then went down into the basement. The breaker box was in the far corner, past the washing machine, Kelsey remembered. She began walking across the large basement floor when suddenly her flashlight dimmed then went out completely.

  “Oh, no,” she said as she stopped to allow her eyes to become accustomed to the pitch-dark. Gradually shadows began to appear, and then a long flash of lightning seeped in through the basement windows along the back of the house. There were no piles of boxes or laundry on the floor before her, so she gingerly began to pick her way across the room.

  MITCH’S NOSE WAS COLD. He came slowly out of a deep sleep, realizing that very chilly air circled his face. He heard the thunder first, then the rain, and assumed a breaker had popped, as usual, and knocked out the heat. He’d been fighting to get the electrician he’d had rewire the house to come back to check the breakers, which were very temperamental. Getting out of bed, he pulled a pair of sweatpants over his naked body. He walked to the kitchen, using flashes of lightning to help see the way.

  Stopping near the oven, Mitch opened a cabinet and pulled out a box of long wooden kitchen matches. He lit one and began descending the stairs, cupping the match with his hand. The little flame banished the shadows in the stairwell until he reached the bottom. A draft blew it out as soon as his feet touched the cement basement floor. Realizing he should have brought the whole box, he considered going back up to the kitchen for more matches. But he really didn’t see the need. He knew this basement very well, and should be able to make his way to the breaker box with little difficulty.

  Kelsey felt the tripped breakers, flipped them and was about to head back through the darkened basement when she heard a loud creak at the bottom of the stairs. Someone was down here in the darkness with her. A tiny jolt of fear shot through her, but she quickly told herself it had to be Mitch or Fred.

  Standing in the corner of the room, partially concealed behind the washer, Kelsey pressed back deeper into the shadows. Lightning briefly lit the basement with a muted yellow flash, and Kelsey saw Mitch clearly but only for a moment. Then he faded into darkness again, and she strained to follow his movements.

  She couldn’t tear her eyes off his shadowy figure as he slowly moved toward her. Another streak of lightning flashed through the basement windows and she caught a glimpse of his hard, bare chest and unsmiling face. He obviously hadn’t seen her yet, and she made no sound, wanting to appreciate the sight of him for one more moment.

  Mitch sensed Kelsey, though he didn’t see her. A faint trace of the perfume she’d worn earlier to the ball lingered in the basement, and he knew she was near. He stopped, listening, struggling to hear the sound of her breathing. His own breaths started coming quicker, harder, and his heart began to pound.

  Kelsey sensed the moment he discovered her presence. She saw him pause, cocking his head to one side, trying to hear her.

  “Kelsey?” he whispered.

  She took a deep breath and whispered back, “I’m here, Mitch.”

  Mitch said nothing but moved toward the dark corner where he’d heard her voice. His eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, and he saw her, silent, motionless, waiting for him. He stopped a few feet from her, but Kelsey took three small, tentative steps toward him until their bodies nearly met. Her warm exhalations brushed the cool skin of his chest, exciting him beyond measure. They didn’t touch, yet only the tiniest breath of air separated them. Neither moved. Neither spoke.

  Mitch searched through the shadows and the darkness for a glimpse of Kelsey’s green eyes. Every ounce of his being longed to move those scant inches and take her in his arms. He waited for the familiar tightening, the voice that would shout, “No, you can’t do this,” but he heard nothing except the strong beat of his own heart.

  Another flash of lightning lit the room, and Mitch saw the naked longing he’d hoped for in Kelsey’s face. Her right hand was poised a hairsbreadth from his chest, and only when the room plunged into darkness once again did she move the tips of her fingers in a long caress across his bare skin. Mitch hissed out a clenched breath, nearly undone by her soft touch. When she curled her fingers and lightly brushed her fingernails across his abdomen, he groaned aloud.

  Thunder rumbled, rolling across the basement like the steady pounding of a drum. Kelsey’s heart beat to its rhythm. In that last bit of light, she saw just what she wanted to in Mitch’s face. There would be no turning back, no rejection. Mitch was hers. At last.

  Kelsey continued exploring Mitch’s hard body, stroking both hands on his chest, then dragging her nails across his ribs. A torrent of emotion seemed to snap in him because suddenly he slid his hands in her hair and turned her face up to his.

  “Now, Kelsey,” he said, before capturing her mouth with his own.

  Mitch’s kiss was hard and demanding yet promised delights beyond her fantasies. He twined his fingers in her hair as he devoured her mouth. Kelsey met every sweet, wet thrust of his tongue, telling him wordlessly she was as consumed with passion as he.

  Her moans of pleasure turned to whimpers as his hands slid down her body. He teased the skin beneath the satiny pajama top, stroking her soft belly, closing his large hands around her waist, then sliding them up her ribs. Her bare breasts throbbed, aching for his touch, and when he finally cupped them in his hands she thought she’d jump out of her skin.

  “Yes, oh, please,” she moaned, mindless with pleasure as he ran his palms over her taut, aching nipples.

  He stroked her, savoring the soft feel of her flesh. Mitch wanted to taste her, every inch of her. He heard her disappointed moan when he lowered his hands from her breasts, then her excited gasp when she realized he was yanking off her top. Mitch paid no attention. He wrapped one arm around her waist and leaned her back until he could capture the tip of one lovely breast in his mouth.

  She thought she might scream. His lips and tongue caressed her, and his teeth lightly scraped her sensitive flesh, sending chills down her spine. Kelsey dug her hands into Mitch’s shoulders, leaning even farther back and urging him ever closer, not wanting to lose one moment of sensation. He supported her entire weight. Her feet slipped a bit on the cement, but he held her safe.

  Realizing he might be hurting her, Mitch grabbed Kelsey, lifting her by her pajama-clad hips, and pulled her legs around his waist. He held her there, keeping his arms tight around her, taking advantage of her nearness to thoroughly kiss the front of her body. She wriggled against him, pressing against his throbbing erection, and he was overpowered with the need to be inside her.

  “Kelsey,” he said raggedly as he trailed kisses up her neck to the side of her face. “We need to go upstairs. I don’t have anything with me…for protection.”

  She didn’t say a word, just grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to hers for another long, mind-searing kiss. Mitch walked across the basement floor toward the stairs, carrying her, her long slim legs wrapped tightly around his waist. When she pulled her mouth away to gulp in a lungful of air, Mitch ran the tip of his tongue across her earlobe, down her neck and over her collarbone, before capturing her throbbing breast again. Her hips jerked in an instant response.

  He carried her effortlessly up the stairs, her slight weight not hindering him at all. Mitch was so overwhelmed with desire and adrenaline that he probably could have carried her like that for miles. He paused in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter while she rained kisses along his jawline and up to his mouth.

  Kelsey boldly kissed Mitch, sucking his bottom lip and exploring him with her tongue. Then they were moving again and she held on, not caring where they went as long as he did not stop this delicious assault on her senses.

  Mitch paused as they entered the bedroom, and Kelsey watched as he flicked on the switch to a small lamp on the dresser. The dim light enabled her to see his handsome face clearly, and she felt a rush of feminine pleasure at his look of mindless desire. She glanced over his shoulder into the mi
rror and almost didn’t recognize the wide-eyed woman staring back at her. Her hair, still curly from her costume, was wildly tangled, and her lips were swollen and parted. She watched the muscles of Mitch’s back tense and ripple as she slowly ran her fingernails over him.

  Mitch yanked a box of condoms out of a dresser drawer and tossed it onto the bed. Slowly he released her, letting her slide down his body without ever breaking their intimate contact. Trying to control his ragged breathing, he gently brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her softly on the temple.

  “Maybe we’d better slow down. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, trying to force himself to calm down in spite of the torrent of raging emotion still churning inside his body.

  “Don’t you dare,” Kelsey said, turning to press her lips against his once more. She reached her arms around his neck and whispered against his mouth, “You can be gentle next time.”

  Mitch didn’t need any further invitation. Her softly spoken command inflamed him, and he reached for her waist and slid the silky pajama bottoms off her body in one long, slow caress. His knuckles scraped against her, and he realized she wore nothing underneath. The soft feel of her drove the last coherent thought from his mind.

  Kelsey slid her hands beneath the elastic waistband of Mitch’s sweatpants, pulling them down his legs in one smooth motion. She wrapped her arms around his back, pressing her naked body against his, loving the hard feel of his erection against her belly. Dipping her hands slightly to caress his bare hips, she slid her fingers around to explore him more intimately.