Fine.
Bigsby frowned, then smiled again. Just curious. Just curious. Since you wont allow me to talk to her any longer, let alone examine her. Curious, you understand, of course?
The doctor had just hidden a rebuke in that spate of bubbly speech. Derek didnt need this. Shes healing fine. Really, he didnt know. She dressed and bathed herself, so he hadnt seen. Plus, he was the last person shed tell if she was worried. He walked away from the doctor, eyebrows drawn together, and ended up wondering about her all day. Was she still sick? Was she healing readily enough? Healing at all?
He woke early the next morning, just at dawn, while she slept. Gently turning her on her back, he undid the buttons at her midriff. He held his breath as she lifted her arm above her head, tilting her face back to the pillow. When she settled, he bared her torso, noting that her bruises were fading. But so was the mehndi. Hed dreamed about tracing that pattern so often.
Why shouldnt he do it now? She was his to do with as he pleased.
With tentative fingers, he brushed along the design at her waist and up above her flat belly. The lines ran under her shirt, so he pulled it farther open. Heart thundering in his chest, he skimmed the pale undersides of her br**sts. Hed been too long without a woman, damn it! That was the only reason for his sharp reaction to her. He wandered along the intricate tracing, following it up between her br**sts.
Unfastening her shirt that far had also widened the bottom of the opening, and he could see her hips and the strip of skin just below her belly. His mouth watered to kiss her there. But under his hands, he could feel her body begin to shake from the cold. With regret, he caressed that newly bared spot with the backs of his fingers before reluctantly dressing and bundling her up again.
What had just happened? Shed dreamed that Sutherland was running his hands all over her, the rough pads of his fingers contrasting with the gentleness of his touch. The dream had been vivid and confusing, even more so when she cracked open her eyes and spied him next to her. His gaze lingered over her with a possessive, relishing look that made her body go hot and languorous, even as her mind grew outraged at his liberties.
Her first instinct was to sit up and cover herself, but only after slapping him. Instead, she secretly watched his shaking hands lighting on her body.
Soon his touch became much more than simply pleasurable. She realized sheliked being bared for him, especially when he looked at her with such a watchful intensity. Why? Did this mean she didnt hate him? Surely you had to at least like someone to feel what she did. She knew for certain that she despised him, but when she watched him skimming her skin with those blunt-tipped fingers that had stroked her so well, she wanted to reveal more.
He must have read her mind, because he opened the shirt farther up as he moved higher between her br**sts. Afraid he would notice she was awake, Nicole closed her eyes. Which started a misery unlike any other shed ever endured.
Each sensation was heightened. She didnt know where he would touch her next. He could take her breast in his hand or touch her even more intimately, as he had before. So why wasnt she stopping him? Her body began quivering. If he continued, would she reach that peak hed introduced her to? Right when she became dazed with wanting, just when thoughts arose that she should take his hand and press it between her legs, he pulled her shirt closed and wrapped her up in his bed.
She had no control over herself where he was concerned, and that made her afraid of him. He held all the cards now. She hated the man in one instant and wanted to give him her virtue in the next.
The next few mornings, when Derek returned from giving out orders, he found her sitting in the window, her eyes vacantly taking in the sea. Each time, a stony silence greeted him. This morning was much the same except for finding her dressed for the first time in her own clothes with her curls braided atop her head. He noted with displeasure that her clothes, boys trousers and a linen blouse, bagged on her small body.
I heard you were awake, he said gruffly as he closed the cabin door behind him.
She didnt answer, didnt move, just stood staring out the window. Dealing with a woman like this was disconcerting. For one thing, women always chattered around him, probably because he spoke so little. Hed never met one as eerily quiet as Nicole.
And women were usually attracted to him or, more accurately, to his money. With Nicole, it was obvious that he repelled her now. Had she ever really felt differently about him?
He didnt have the slightest clue how to deal with her. Hed wanted to punish her for what shed done, but even he wasnt cruel enough to hurt her when she was injured. Plus, he was beginning to wonder if she would ever recover from the loss of her ship. She was being punished as it was. She was lethargic and incredibly still losing weight.
Bigsby had suggested he buy fruit at the Cape to reawaken her appetite, even outrageously suggesting a few exorbitant oranges. Amazingly, Derek had taken the suggestion. Today, the surgeon had given his blind opinion that Nicole should begin eating normally again.
I, uh, I brought you some fresh fruit. Ill just set
He didnt have time to blink before she flew at himor rather, at the fruit hed placed on the table. She snatched three oranges and two apples, stuffing them in the crook of her bent elbow, under her chin, then attempting to take three more in a jugglers grip.
After scrambling into the corner of his bed, she apparently decided he wasnt coming to take them away. She relaxed and tore into an orange. She rolled her eyes in delight and dribbled juice down her chin.
Derek recognized what her behavior indicated, and a well of fury stoked inside him. I take it you havent been eating well since youve been on board.
She raised her eyebrows and gave him a look that said, However did you guess?
He struggled to contain his temper, and his next words sounded less harsh. Youve been brought food three times a day, every day. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he asked, Why havent you eaten more?
She looked torn between answering him and eating the last section of an orange. As the orange prevailed, he had to wait for her to finish her slow, relishing chewing. Peeling another with quick, slender fingers, she asked, You believe I poisoned your crew, correct?
He could point out that there was no belief about it, only certainty. But she was speaking to him in whole sentences, so he nodded.
And you sent my crew to jail because they were worried about my health? He did not like the direction this conversation was taking.
In a patronizing tone, she said, Ill take the absence of a denial to mean Yes, Miss Lassiter.