He was breathing faster, and he was very hot; his skin burned her fingers and alarm bells rang in her head.
What am I doing? she thought, suddenly disturbed, taking fright. They were moving too fast. This was crazy!
Every man she had ever got mixed up with had hurt her, led her into trouble. They always wanted more than she was ready to give—they were never satisfied with part of her; they wanted to swallow her up. They resented everything else in her life— her career, her friendships, her family. In fact, they were jealous of anything that took her away from them even for a few hours. They were like babies demanding to be the centre of the universe.
Sian had made a decision after her split with Louis—no more men for at least a year! She didn't want a love-life until her love and her life were one; until she met someone who could love her without wanting to own her, someone who left her space in which to be herself, room to be free. The trouble was, the world wasn't over-populated with men like that! They were a special breed, and William Cassidy almost certainly didn't belong to it. Sian had a suspicion he was very much of the breed she most resented—the old-style, demanding male with the macho self-image and the ego to match.
She had seen how he tried to take over Annette's life—and presumably he loved Annette, or why else should he have wanted to marry her?
Sian felt a sick qualm deep inside her. Why was she letting him make love to her when she knew he would prefer to be holding another woman? She had let her own instincts drive her—when would she learn that that was folly? Her head should rule her, not her body nor her heart. If she had let it do that a few moments ago she wouldn't feel this bitter humiliation, this distaste.
Wrenching herself backwards, she said sharply, 'No, I won't be used as some sort of consolation prize because Annette walked out on you!'
Cass looked dazed for a second or two, staring down at her in blank silence, then his flush became a dark tide of colour running to his hairline, and his grey eyes iced over.
'I wasn't…' he began, and she interrupted in a snarl.
'Oh, yes, you were! Yesterday you were all set to marry Annette—so don't tell me you wanted me for myself, because I wouldn't believe you. You're angry and upset and I'm sorry—but I'm not handing myself over to make you feel better.'
His hands gripped her shoulders, he shook her angrily, glaring. 'For heaven's sake, all I did was kiss you!'
'It was turning into something else very fast!' Sian muttered, pushing his hands away. 'And let go! You're hurting me and I won't be manhandled.'
'A minute ago you seemed to like the way I was touching you,' he said in a voice she hated.
She was scarlet and tense from head to foot. 'Get out of my flat!' she hissed at him, her hands curling into claws at her side.
'Sure you really want me to go?' he drawled in that soft, cold, taunting voice, and Sian snarled back.
'I'm certain!'
'But are you?' he mocked without budging an inch, and she grew increasingly nervous, because he was bigger and stronger than she was, and if he refused to go how could she make him?
'Go away,' she snapped, and he laughed, but his eyes weren't amused. They scared her because they told her just how angry he was—not a red-hot anger, but a frozen one, which was far
worse.
'You just reminded me that you're not Annette,' he said, coming closer. 'But all women are the same under the skin—they love to play little games, use their claws, tease and torment. That's why you let me kiss you just now, isn't it? You wanted to find out what turned me on, what power you could have over me. There's nothing like sex to give away what makes a man tick, but you weren't prepared to go that far. You just played a little game and then backed off.'
Sian's mouth was dry with fear at that soft, cold, frightening voice. She looked into his eyes and swallowed. She had never seen a man this angry before, and hurried to placate him, her voice husky.
'No, you're wrong. I wasn't playing games…'
'What were you doing, then?' he asked, smiling, and she wished he wouldn't keep smiling, because it made the anger in his eyes so much worse.
'I…' She felt as if her mouth was full of ashes; her lips were parched, and she moistened them with her tongue, hunting for something to say to soothe him.
'Someone ought to teach you a lesson,' he said, and her body was at once rigid with icy panic.
'Don't you touch me,' she whispered, unable to take her eyes off him, staring into his eyes like a hypnotised rabbit in front of a snake poised for the kill.
'Didn't it ever occur to you that one day some man might turn nasty? That one of your little games might backfire?' He slowly looked her up and down in a way she found quite terrifying. Shuddering, Sian wanted to cry, and almost did, but didn't because rage began to grow inside her, the anger of someone pushed to the limit by fear. She stiffened her spine and lifted her head, glaring back at him.
'Don't try to make me pay for what Annette did to you!' His set gaze flickered and he frowned, but she didn't give him a chance to answer. She raised her voice and almost shouted, 'That wasn't my fault, Mr Cassidy. In fact, it wasn't anybody's fault, not even yours, nor Annette's. It should be obvious to you that if your marriage had gone through it would have been the most monumental mistake and you'd regret it. Annette didn't love you. She should never have said she'd marry you, and I'm not making excuses for her, but she's not too bright where running her own life is concerned. Frankly, I think you were lucky, because Annette is a helpless sort of girl and you don't strike me as the type to enjoy having a wife who's always crying and wringing her hands, but maybe I'm wrong. Maybe that's just the sort of woman you fancy. I don't know and I don't care, but you aren't punishing me for any of that.'
'I wasn't,' he said, and the ice had gone; his eyes were no longer set in that frozen wasteland, but Sian was still wary of him.
'You just said some pretty nasty things to me, and don't try to kid me that it was because I asked you to go. Yesterday you were all set to marry someone else. You can't have any interest in me, other than as some sort of substitute, and I have too much self-respect to be that for any man.'