To the Ends of the Earth / The Danvers Touch

by Lowell, Elizabeth

  Hard fingers closed on her chin, snapping her head around to face Travis.

  “Last night you wouldn’t stay on board for love or money,” he said coldly, “but you’ll meekly stay for a few piles of metal and glass. What the hell kind of woman are you?”

  Cat flinched and went white before color returned in a desperate spurt of anger and adrenaline.

  “Tired, beaten, and cornered,” she said, her voice as ragged as her nerves, “that’s what kind of woman I am. My cameras are all I have left since you tried to buy what I’d have given you for a few gentle words, a touch, your warmth in the cold center of night. . . .”

  She stopped because she couldn’t say more. She hated the tears burning in her eyes, choking in her throat, drowning her.

  Travis stared at Cat for an aching moment before he closed his eyes, unable to take any more. She was tearing him apart, saying everything he had ever wanted to hear from a woman, love and need that had nothing to do with money . . . and she said it with grief and rage in her eyes instead of tenderness and invitation.

  “Damn you,” Cat managed finally. “Give me my cameras and let me go.”

  “Cat,” Travis said starkly. “Don’t.”

  She shuddered. His voice hurt even more than her unshed tears.

  “Don’t leave.”

  Swiftly Travis put his arms around Cat and held her as though afraid that she would run away from him again and never return. And he was.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, kissing Cat’s eyes, her cheeks, her hair, rocking her. “I didn’t understand. I couldn’t believe that there was a woman alive who didn’t want to be bought. I believe you now. God help me,” he whispered, “I believe you. Don’t leave me, my woman, my Cat. Stay with me . . . warmth in the cold center of night.”

  Hearing her own needs, her own words, spoken in Travis’s shaking voice unraveled her anger, leaving her too spent to stand, much less to fight. With a ragged sigh she gave herself over to his irresistible strength, floating on him as though he was a wave rising up out of the sea, carrying her irresistibly to an unknown, beautiful shore.

  Cat didn’t object when Travis lifted her onto his bed and lay down beside her.

  “Hold me,” he said, sliding his arms around her again. “Just hold me for a minute. Then I’ll let you go. If you want to go.” He shuddered and whispered, “Don’t go, Cat. Please, don’t go. I need you.”

  She felt the shudder that went through Travis when her arms circled his body, heard his broken sigh against her hair, and knew that he was drinking her presence as hungrily as she was absorbing his. The realization went through her like fine cognac, heady and powerful and swift, fire spreading through her, freeing her from the cold, numbing emptiness of last night.

  Cat moved her head slightly and found Travis waiting for her, hoping for her to make the first move. With a low sound she opened her lips against his mouth, tasting his heat and sweetness. She kissed him deeply, pouring herself into him until she realized that she was shaking with desire.

  And so was he.

  She made an incoherent sound, telling him of the fire burning inside her. Her hands moved beneath his dark T-shirt, tugging upward impatiently, hungry for the feel of his naked skin beneath her palms. He shrugged out of the shirt with a muscular twist that made her breath shorten.

  “You’re . . . beautiful,” Cat said.

  Travis laughed and touched her lips. “Not likely. But you are. You make me ache.”

  She just smiled and looked at him in the half-light of the cabin . . . smooth skin rippling over his male strength, tawny hair catching light, his face drawn by need and anticipation until his teeth were two hard white lines divided by the tip of his tongue.

  He pulled her mouth down to his and filled himself with her taste. While she returned the deep kiss, his hands moved over her, pulling off her blouse and bra. At the first touch her nipples became hard, vibrant buds nuzzling his hands. He groaned and plucked at her passionate gift until she was writhing and twisting against him.

  Liquid waves of pleasure slammed through Cat, a pleasure that built with each caress Travis gave her. Lost, she arched against him, her whole body drawn with a need only he had ever been able to create and satisfy in her.

  He moved suddenly, turning over, taking her with him, pinning her beneath him. With a hoarse sound he tore his mouth from hers. Before she could protest the end of the kiss, she felt his tongue on one breast, his teeth closing around the hardened nipple. And then she was sucked into his hot, hungry, demanding mouth and caressed with a fierce thoroughness that made her want to cry out with surprise and intense pleasure.

  Slowly Cat twisted against Travis, barely able to breathe for wanting him. Her hands raked down his chest to his swim trunks. She wanted to feel all of him, his strength and his passion and his arousal. That most of all. She loved measuring and pleasuring him with her hands, feeling the heat and tension of his rigid flesh.

  When her fingers stroked him through the close-fitting trunks, his body tightened like a drawn bow. For a few seconds he thrust helplessly against her hands, his eyes closed, his lips thinned by the force of the desire raging in him.

  Then Travis shifted without warning, peeling off the rest of Cat’s clothes. His hands moved almost roughly over her soft skin. His mouth searched hungrily over her, touching every part of her, making her whimper with pleasure. Yet even that wasn’t enough for him. He had to know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  He slid one hand between her thighs and turned it, opening her legs. The steamy heat of her licked over his fingertips and then over his hand. Waves of pleasure curled tangibly through her to him, a sultry feminine perfume that made him feel dizzy and incredibly powerful at the same time.

  She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  “No more talk about leaving,” Travis said thickly.

  Slick fingers stroked and probed, claiming Cat with deep caresses that didn’t stop even when rhythmic waves of pleasure curled and broke, shattering her, transfixing her soft flesh.

  Smiling narrowly, wild and fully controlled at the same time, Travis lowered his mouth to taste his lover’s climax.

  “No more running from me,” he said.

  His teeth closed with ravenous delicacy on her, sending yet another wave of ecstasy ripping through her. He tasted it, tasted her, and then he fed on her climax, driving her higher, wilder, until she cried out and convulsed again.

  Only then did Travis shift until his hips lay between her thighs, opening her completely. One of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck in a claiming as fierce as the passion burning behind his eyes. He held her motionless while his other hand caressed her shivering, sultry flesh, his fingers sliding deeply into her heat, retreating, returning, probing, until she moaned and arched bonelessly into his touch and he smiled, watching her.

  “You’re mine, sweet Cat, my woman. You’re mine and I’ve only begun to touch you. . . .”

  She saw the hunger and stark need in his eyes, and felt it in his touch, in his fiercely erect flesh like a burning rod against her belly. Fire ate at nerves still quivering with the shocking ecstasy he had given her. She wanted to do the same for him, to feel him succumb helplessly to a passionate storm of her making.

  Calling his name, she cried out and reached for him, wanting only to give him a pleasure to equal what he had given her. Her hands kneaded down his body, savoring him with palms and fingertips and delicate raking nails.

  It wasn’t enough. She wanted to taste him, to know him as passionately as he had known her. She pulled at his swim trunks, but her hands trembled too much to peel the stretchy fabric away.

  Laughing with sheer pleasure at Cat’s hunger for him, Travis finished undressing himself with a few swift motions.

  “Let me—” she began.

  His mouth closed over hers and the world narrowed to the feel of his tongue moving over hers, his fingers between her legs echoing the slow rhythms of love.

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bsp; Waves of pleasure went through her, pleasure she shared with him, melting over him while she made small, reckless sounds at the back of her throat. When he finally lifted his head, she was covered in a fine mist of heat, her eyes wide and almost wild. She whispered his name, her hands and eyes asking for something she didn’t know how to put into words.

  “Yes, my woman?” Travis said thickly against her throat, his hand still buried in her hair, holding her while her body arched and quivered. “What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Anything.”

  “I want—” A shudder moved over her, tightening muscles inside her body in a reflex as old as passion and as new as her next ragged breath.

  Travis smiled, his teeth a vivid flash of white against his tawny beard.

  “What is it that you want, little Cat?”

  He lowered his head until he could lick the mist off her breasts with quick, light strokes of his tongue. She made a ragged sound and shuddered again. His mouth moved, enjoying her.

  “Do you know how good you taste?” he asked.

  “Travis,” Cat began, only to have her voice unravel into a moan. “That’s what I want, only—” Her nails dug into his shoulders as another wave of pleasure broke over her.

  “Only what?” he said, his blue-green eyes burning as they watched her lifted by a wave of pleasure.

  “I—” Cat took a deep breath as the wave passed, giving her back her body and her voice until the next wave would come, claiming her. She touched his erection lightly, longingly. “You once said I could touch you anywhere, any way I wanted to. Did you mean that?”

  His lips curved in a smile that took her breath. “Yes.”

  Her fingers traced the length of his body, lingering over his heat and maleness.

  “I’ve never been touched the way you touched me,” Cat said, hesitantly. “I’ve never wanted to touch a man the way I want to touch you. Let me touch you. Please.”

  Travis’s hand tightened almost savagely in her hair, chaining her for an instant while his lips drank the pulse beating rapidly in her neck.

  “Whatever you want,” he said hoarsely.

  He released her, letting her slide down his body, a wild, sweet fire licking over him.

  She flexed her fingers like a cat, rubbing her palms down his chest and stomach and thighs, teasing him by just avoiding his aching, sensitive flesh. She let him feel the sharpness of her nails and the softness of her tongue, then looked up and found him watching her with eyes that burned too vividly to be real.

  Cat smiled and Travis fought to breathe. She looked impossibly beautiful to him with her hair licking like flames around her naked breasts, her mouth flushed, her body sultry and shivering with the pleasure she wanted to share.

  With a ragged sound Cat leaned forward until her hair fell over Travis in a silky, seething cloud. Hesitantly, then with increasing confidence, she explored his body, running her cheeks and mouth over the smooth muscles of his abdomen, enjoying the textures of warm skin, taut muscles, tawny hair that was hot and springy, the softer hair of his thighs and calves.

  She savored him, fascinated by his male body, his strength and potency. When her tongue finally, tentatively, traced his arousal, the long muscles of his thighs contracted.

  Travis made a hoarse sound. His hips moved sinuously, telling her without words that he reveled in the intimate caress.

  Desire shook Cat as thoroughly as it shook him. To have the freedom of his body and to feel his uninhibited response was as exciting as any caress he had ever given her. With a small, reckless sound she bent to him, letting the rest of the world slide away. She forgot everything, even herself, in the violent pleasure of loving Travis as she had never loved any man.

  “Cat—” Travis’s voice was unrecognizable, torn between a groan and a fierce cry of pleasure.

  She escaped the hands blindly trying to drag her back up his body. Caught as completely as he was in the wildness building between them, she wanted only to continue setting fire to him with the changing pressures of her mouth.

  For a few moments more Cat held Travis captive with her tongue and teeth. Then the world tilted crazily and she found herself imprisoned in the grip of a man whose strength she had only begun to measure. He was looking at her with hot blue-green eyes and a dark smile.

  “Witch,” Travis muttered thickly. His hands shifted, fastened behind her knees, pulling her legs up, opening her completely. “I hope you want what you’ve been asking for, because I’m going to give you every bit of it.”

  Cat arched her hips hungrily, seeking him, giving her newly discovered wildness to him, certain that he would enjoy it as much as she did.

  With a deep male sound Travis took what she offered, filling her with a single savage thrust that undid her. Even as she convulsed he drove into her harshly, repeatedly. Each slam of flesh into flesh sent her higher, her world tearing, shattering, soaring, exploding into a glittering black where colors pulsed. Only his mouth over hers kept her from screaming as fierce ecstasy transformed her.

  With a hoarse, grating cry, Travis ground his hips against Cat and pumped himself into her, his body corded and shuddering, his eyes glazed and wild.

  It was a long time before the aftershocks of passion stopped shivering through their spent bodies. When their breathing no longer caught and broke, Travis forced himself to lift some of his weight from Cat’s body. She made an inarticulate sound of protest, not wanting to be separate from him. His finely scarred fingers framed her face.

  “I’ve never lost control like that, even when I was a kid,” Travis said roughly, searching Cat’s misty gray eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Hurt me?” She licked her lips, tasted him, and tightened her body, savoring the feel of him locked deep within her slick heat.

  “Damn,” Travis said. He took her mouth almost hungrily, tasting her, tasting himself, tasting passion. When he finally lifted his head, his breathing was ragged. “The way you answer my questions could get you in trouble all over again.”

  Cat laughed and rubbed her cheek against his beard. Her hands moved slowly over the muscles of his back to his buttocks, enjoying him with an intensity that was reflected in her warm gray eyes. He moved inside her, letting her know that she was playing with fire.

  “Insatiable, aren’t you?” she teased.

  “Not usually,” he said, his hands stroking languidly over her body, “not like this. This is new, Cat.” He buried his head in the fire of her hair. “Everything you bring to me is new. I want to make love until I can’t tell who is you and who is me.” His fingers rubbed through her hair in sensuous assault even as he moved inside her. “I want to fill you until you’ll be empty if I’m not there. I want you.”

  “Yes,” Cat said, lifting herself against his strength. “Yes, I—”

  Then her breath caught and she couldn’t say anything more, only hold on to Travis as he loved her with mouth and hands and body.

  A shimmering wave of passion claimed them, swirling them around, tumbling them over and over until they dissolved into each other, holding back nothing. They were enclosed in a primitive, radiant world where nothing existed but the ecstasy they gave and took and explored until they had strength left only to lie spent, breath and heartbeat tangled, a single body shared between them.

  SIXTEEN

  IN THE next three weeks, Travis didn’t bring up the subject of Australia or any other exotic, distant location. Cat kept waiting for it, waiting for Travis to step into the wind and leave her behind. The thought of losing him gave her an odd sinking feeling, as though the ground was slowly dissolving beneath her feet until nothing was left but emptiness and she was sinking slowly, spinning.

  “You sure you need more pictures of me at my computer?” Travis asked, watching Cat narrowly. “Why don’t we laze around on the beach instead?”

  Though they had spent most of the night asleep in his big bed with a humid, almost tropical breeze flowing over their skin, this morning Cat looked ghostly to Trav
is. Her rich auburn hair was startling against her pale skin. She was as unexpected as a flame burning in the center of cotton candy—in this case, his cousin’s wallpaper in the room he had taken over as his office.

  Even though Travis fed Cat every time he thought of it, he was certain she had lost weight. Not much. A few pounds. Just enough to remind him how close to the end of her physical resources she was.

  It haunted him. He wanted to make life simpler for her, easier; yet everything he did just complicated it. It took time to eat. Time to sleep. Time to laugh. Time to love. And time to work. That most of all.

  Cat needed more sleep than Travis did, yet when he got up for his dawn swim, he was alone. He would look out the window and see lights burning in the house across the ravine, lights throwing pale rectangles of yellow into the predawn darkness. When he finished his swim and was ready for breakfast, he would have to go next door and drag her away from her light table or her dunning letters or her files. He would make a big breakfast and watch her eat a quarter of what he ate, no matter how much he coaxed and teased and spoon-fed her.

  Travis no longer counted the times he bit his tongue against offering Cat the money she so obviously needed. The best he had managed in the way of help was sneaking off to the supermarket and stocking up her refrigerator and cupboards while she was out shooting corporate lions and making babies smile for Mommy. Although she had said nothing about it, he was certain that the Big Check from Energistics hadn’t come, which meant she had been forced to find other sources of cash.

  Work and more work. Small jobs that were only stopgap measures, an effort to stay afloat until she had some other kind of luck than bad.

  Though Travis waited, not once had Cat asked him for help paying bills. He knew she would make a nice bit of money when she finished his book, but she was taking too much time on it. Time she should have spent sleeping or sorting slides or simply doing nothing at all. He suspected that the extra hours and days she put into his book was her way to be with him, squeezing precious time out of her relentless schedule.