Seduced - Book Three - Surrender Series

by Anne, Melody

  “I would know.”

  “How can you be so sure? You don’t know, Rafe!”

  “If my sister or Shane were gone, I would feel it. A piece of me would die with them. If they were gone, I couldn’t help but know.”

  He was so self-assured, so confident, when just a few hours earlier he had been the one tense and worried. She could still see the strain in his eyes, but she also saw conviction. He had no doubt that Shane and Lia would be rescued. Ari should feel a measure of relief in his faith, but she was still afraid. She didn’t have the same faith as he did. After what she’d been through with her mother — thank heavens Sandra was well now! — she could never quite assume the best.

  “I don’t know…”

  “They will be fine. I don’t want to focus on that. I can’t do anything while we’re in the air. So, I’d rather focus on us.”

  “Do I have to repeat myself, Mr. Palazzo?” she asked in her best schoolmarm voice. “There is no us.”

  “Oh, Ari, that is where you are wrong. There’s been an us from the moment you first walked into my office. You caused my world to spin out of control, and it still hasn’t righted itself. I’ve just come to the conclusion that I don’t want it to be righted. I like it exactly the way it is — with you by my side, spinning along with me.”

  “We’re just going in circles, Rafe. I won’t be a kept woman ever again.”

  “Then how about you become my wife?”

  Ari stared at him in confusion. She could have sworn he’d just proposed to her, but she had to be hearing him wrong. There was no way he’d be such a fool as to ask her to marry him — certainly not now.

  “I must have misheard you,” she said, sending a glare his way.

  “You didn’t. You will become my wife. No, that wasn’t a proposal. When I propose, it will be done properly.”

  “You need mental help, Rafe,” she said as she blew out her breath in irritation.

  “I only need you, Ari.”

  “I’m going to the bathroom.”

  She got up and practically ran to the back of the jet, where she locked herself inside the large bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. She couldn’t go out there again. She couldn’t face him.

  Being with Rafe was like living in a tornado. Her world was flying out of control all around her, and she didn’t know when she was going to land on solid ground again.

  He was so sure of their future together — so confident. Could she be wrong? What if she caved in to him, and then things went back to the way they had been?

  She wasn’t normally this confused. She was strong and smart and could conquer the world. She needed to remember that or this flight was going to test her very sanity.

  Finally walking back out to join Rafe, she looked in his eyes, and her heart fluttered and lurched. Oh, yes, this fight was going to be long.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Rafe

  Rafe granted the poor woman a brief reprieve. Just as Ari returned to the cabin, dinner was being served, and his flight attendant acted as a temporary chaperone.

  If Ari hadn’t looked as if she were ready to fall over, he would have sent his employee away and resumed their discussion. But it was more than obvious that Ari needed food, and it wasn’t fair of him to continue without giving her sustenance. It tore at him how tired she seemed — emotionally and physically.

  He waited patiently while their table was set and hot food placed atop it.

  “After you,” he said as he stood and placed his hand on Ari’s back.

  She tensed, but allowed him to lead her to the table.

  Pouring them each a glass of wine, he lifted his glass. “To the prompt rescue of Shane and Lia.”

  Ari hesitated only briefly before lifting her own glass and clinking it against his. Then she placed it to her lips and took a large swallow. “That is something I am more than happy to toast to,” she told him with a slight smile.

  She was quiet as she picked up her fork and began picking at her food. Anything she ate was better than nothing, he reasoned as he began working on his own meal. It wasn’t the best he’d eaten, but it was something. Normally, he planned ahead and chose his menus. This had been an emergency, and he had to take what they kept at the ready.

  Once the last of the food had been placed on the table, he dismissed his flight attendant, telling her to leave them for the rest of the flight. He wanted no more interruptions. The mess could be cleaned up later.

  “I was at your graduation.”

  Ari looked up in surprise.

  “My graduate ceremony?”

  “Yes. You were glowing as you stood on that stage. I was very impressed, Ari. I knew you would do it, but it was still a thrill to see you standing there with such a smile of accomplishment on your face.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t approach me.”

  The look in her eyes suggested that she wouldn’t have hated the idea. He had debated doing just that, but he had managed to stay back, just barely. He’d come because he’d had to be a part of her pomp and circumstance.

  “I didn’t want to ruin your special day. Your mother was there with her arm locked permanently around you, and I wanted you to bask in that. I thought my presence would take away some of your joy. Besides, I think my parents and sisters were on watch duty. They kept looking out at the audience. If I had tried to approach, they might have tackled me.”

  “They’re your family, Rafe. Of course they wouldn’t have,” she said with a smile. It was such a relief for him to see it.

  “You must not know them that well. My mother and sisters both lectured me endlessly about my losing you. They told me I was a fool.”

  “They are wise women.” She smirked, but her cheeks were tinged with red.

  “I told them I intend to have you back.”

  “That isn’t your decision to make,” she said, looking him deep in the eyes.

  Her strength was an aphrodisiac. He could take her right there, and then do it again and again. Rafe knew he would never grow bored with Ari, never look at another woman after having her in his life. She was all he needed, plus some.

  “You want me, Ari. It’s in your eyes, in the way your body tenses when we are in the same room together. You want this just as badly as I do. I understand why you are suspicious of me, but don’t let the past ruin our future. Yes, I made mistakes, and it’s not easy for me to admit that, but I wasn’t such a monster that I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Isn’t it clear that I’ve repented?”

  He was laying his heart out there for her to do with what she wanted.

  Ari looked at him for a long moment, as if trying to gauge whether he was speaking the truth or not. He had never been so honest, so open with anyone, and he hoped that she could see that.

  “I think you mean what you say, Rafe. I believe you do care about me, but I don’t believe you are able to change enough that we can make this work. You have chosen a lifestyle that is at odds with what I want. You choose to act in ways that aren’t acceptable to me. Too much has happened that can’t be fixed or forgotten. We can’t make this work. We’d get back together, have some steaming sex, and then end up where we left off two years ago. My heart would be broken, and you’d be restless.”

  “Obviously, I haven’t allowed you to know me well enough, Ari. I’ve told you before that once I make my mind up about something, though, I am sure in my decision. I’ve made my mind up that I can’t live without you. I have tried force, and I have tried seduction. It seems neither is working. I will just have to find a better way.”

  To judge by the intake of her breath, he was getting through to her. Rafe leaned back but refused to release her gaze. She was his — she just didn’t realize it yet.

  * * * * *

  Ari wanted to accept what Rafe was offering. Offering? Ha! Rafe didn’t really offer anything. He demanded, he forced, he even cajoled on occasion. He didn’t offer and he didn’t ask.

  Yes, he’d been better since coming b
ack into her life, but he was still Rafe, still the domineering businessman with a kinky side that made her heart thunder beneath her breasts. The problem was that she did want him.

  She’d been able to think of nothing else since he’d taken her in that dark library. Never again would she be able to study in any library without her heart racing and heat flooding her. One thing that Rafe would never be short on was charisma. He made her burn long after the passion had abated, long after she’d found exquisite release.

  Was there any point in continuing this conversation? He wasn’t going to listen to what she was telling him. He’d made up his mind that they’d be together, and he wouldn’t accept anything less than that.

  If she had still been angry, this would have been so much easier. She could have ignored him, or charged him with harassment. If she had felt nothing at all toward him, it would have been easier still. She could have pretended he was just a passing stranger — shrugged off the look in his eye, and the allure of his body.

  But no, her traitorous heart and hormones had been all aflutter ever since he’d set foot inside her classroom. She wanted him with a desire that ran alongside the blood in her veins, and she still loved him, even after two years of trying to forget him, of trying to despise him.

  “Right now, I’m so tired, I can’t process any thoughts at all,” she said, confusion seeming to hold sway among the myriad emotions she was feeling.

  “I’m sorry. I know this has all been too much. I shouldn’t push you right now,” Rafe said as he reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips and gently kissing it before releasing her fingers.

  Ari didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know what to do next. Her brain was too muddled at this point. The best thing would be for her to have a bit of time to rest; then, perhaps, if she woke up refreshed, she would be able to process all that he’d said, and figure out what she wanted to do next.

  “I’m going to lie down,” she said. She pushed the rest of her food away, stood up, and walked past him.

  When he let her walk by, she was surprised. She’d expected some kind of protest.

  As she climbed beneath the covers of his comfortable guest bed, she shivered, the stress from the last week hitting her like a ton of textbooks. Thinking about the possibility of Lia being hurt only added to her body’s tremors.

  She was beyond the point of tears, beyond everything as she lay there in pain. It was all too much. When the bed shifted, she tensed, ready to flay Rafe alive.

  “I just want to hold you, Ari. I can see that you’re close to falling apart,” Rafe whispered. He cradled her from behind, his hand coming over the top of her waist and pulling her against him.

  She remained stiff as she tried to think of a suitably scathing retort. But she was so worn out, the words wouldn’t come.

  “I don’t need you to hold me, Rafe. I’m fine.” It would have sounded so much better if her teeth hadn’t been chattering.

  “We need each other right now. We can go back to a standoff when this is all over,” he said, his breath rushing along her neck as he spoke. She’d sat there and comforted him when they’d first gotten on the jet and that had played havoc with her body. Allowing him to offer her reassurance and solace in this fashion didn’t seem a particularly good idea.

  Ari tried to resist his comforting, but as her body molded itself against his, the shaking stopped, and she began to relax. His hand gently glided along her stomach, making lazy circles on top of her shirt.

  She felt warmth spread through her as his touch began to ignite a flame within. She didn’t want that, even if her perfidious body had other ideas.

  “Please, please don’t wiggle your behind. I just want to hold you,” he whispered, and she felt his hardness press against her backside.

  Somehow, that relaxed her completely and she closed her eyes. It was insane, but she did feel safe in his arms; even though he was the one who’d caused so much of her pain, she still enjoyed the comfort only he seemed able to give.

  For now, she couldn’t think about it. For now, she just needed to sleep. When she woke, the day had to be better. It certainly couldn’t get any worse.

  Chapter Thirty

  Lia

  “Do you see that?”

  “Yes,” Shane told Lia. Neither of their voices was excited — just accepting.

  In the distance, they’d spotted a helicopter. Both of them had known it was only a matter of time before Rafe found them. They were sure there was an army out searching — literally. The two of them could have been missing for a year and Rafe still wouldn’t give up. That was just who he was, and one of the reasons they loved him so much.

  “Should we light the fire?” Lia asked with some sadness, a real question in her tone.

  Shane looked at Lia with shock. Neither of them was ready to go, but they couldn’t make their family suffer while wondering whether they were alive or dead. Pure passion had its limits.

  “I love being here with you, too, Lia, but just because we’re going back to the real world doesn’t mean that anything will change.” He placed his finger beneath her chin and lifted her head so she had no choice but to gaze into his eyes.

  “That’s exactly what it means, Shane. We’ve been relying on each other here. We won’t have to do that when we get back to our lives. Reality will set in, and…” She didn’t know how to complete her sentence.

  “And I will still want to spend every waking second with you.”

  “It’s not that, Shane. You hurt me. Out here, none of that mattered, but even now, as the helicopter draws nearer, it’s jumping to the forefront of my mind,” she said, not wanting to sugarcoat the words. He needed to know how she felt.

  “I screwed up, Lia, and it cost me two years’ time of being with you. Hell, I screwed up by resisting you so long before that. I’ll earn your trust again. You’ll see.”

  The chopper was now close enough that they heard a faint whirring and thudding in the distance. Shane released her and moved over to their fire pit. Looking back at her for only a second, he lit the dry tinder. It immediately went up in flames and the wood caught fire.

  Once the blaze was hot enough, he threw on the greenery, causing a wall of smoke to lift high in the air. The search parties couldn’t miss their signal.

  Lia held out her hand as he walked back to her and they faced the chopper in the distance. It didn’t take long for it to make a beeline in their direction.

  As the machine approached their island and then began to set down, Lia had to fight tears. It was insane. She didn’t cry. She wasn’t one of those girls who broke down — she was strong and independent. She didn’t need a man to complete her life.

  When she wanted something, she wasn’t afraid to take it. Coming from a loving home and having great parents and siblings, she’d learned to be strong and brave, and right now she hated herself just a little bit. She hated that she was surrendering to what she considered the ultimate in weakness.

  Her happiness was not dependent upon anyone else. By allowing these tears, allowing this feeling of frailty, she was letting herself down — she was depending too much on Shane’s love.

  Her warnings to herself were doing her no good as the large helicopter landed, the propellers spinning, whipping up the sand around them. Neither Shane nor Lia budged from their spot. They just continued clinging to each other.

  With a firm resolve, Lia pushed down the tears, refusing to let them fall as the chopper door opened and a man stepped out, sporting a huge grin as he rushed over to the two of them.

  “Are you Lia Palazzo?”

  She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Seriously? Were there that many stranded women on these islands with a brother who would tear up the entire ocean to find her? Did he honestly just ask who she was?

  “Yes,” she finally answered when she knew she could do it with a straight face. The man’s smile faded as he looked from her to Shane. He’d probably assumed they would be ecstatic to be found.

>   He’d assumed wrong.

  “Um…well…if you want to come with me…” he said, obviously at a loss for words.

  “Let me get the bag,” Shane said as his hand trailed down her back, falling off at the bottom of her spine.

  “Thank you,” Lia said to the rescuer, who held out his arm, appearing afraid that she might turn around and run back into the safety of the island. No. She wouldn’t do that. Rafe would have no problem sending the entire army after her now that he had her location. She was sure the pilot was calling in now, ending the search and notifying her family that she’d been found.

  Her heart broke a little for Shane because he had no one to be notified or rejoice besides her family.

  As she reached the helicopter, she turned back toward Shane as he jogged to her, and something inside her tore open. All of their talks, all that he’d said to her finally hit, and when it did, it hit with the force of a tropical storm in the waters around Italy.

  She now realized why he’d done what he’d done, and she was filled with emotion as she once again fought tears.

  Ah…yes…

  Of course he had gone to Rafe. Shane had nobody he could count on outside of Rafe. He couldn’t risk losing that friendship, not for anything, not even for love, especially a new love, an untested, unsure romance… Rafe was his family, his brother, the one person who had been there for him when the rest of the world had forgotten he was there, when his parents had done worse than abandon him — had made him feel he shouldn’t even be alive.

  As Shane reached her, she threw her arms around him, the wind from the chopper blades making the sand swirl around them and whipping her hair into reckless spirals.

  “I’m sorry, Shane. I’m so sorry,” she said, and she leaned forward and took his lips, trying to convey her feelings, her love for him, through the kiss.

  He looked puzzled for a moment, but he didn’t hesitate to pull her close and kiss her back. His tongue chased hers into her mouth, his hands spread across her back, and the two of them existed inside their very own bubble.