Because You're Mine (Capital Theatre #2)(101)

“Let go of me,” she said, breathing fast and glaring at him.

It was as unexpected as being bitten by a butterfly. Bewildered, outraged, Logan bent his head to kiss her, trying to soften her the only way he knew how. Instead of offering her usual sweet response, she was stiff in his arms, her mouth cold beneath his. For the first time he discovered the streak of iron that Madeline hadn't revealed until now. Staring at the small, unyielding stranger before him, he let his hands fall away.

“What the hell do you want from me?” he asked roughly.

“I would like the answers to a few questions.” Her amber eyes searched his. “Was it true, what you said this afternoon? That my only value is the baby I'm carrying?”

He felt his face darken with a flush. “I was angry with you for putting yourself in danger.”

“Did you marry me only because of the baby?” she persisted.

Logan felt as if she were systematically chipping away at him, weakening his foundations with the intention of making him crumble. “Yes, I…no. I still wanted you.”

“And still loved me?” she half-whispered.

Logan scrubbed his hands through his hair until it was in wild disarray. “Dammit, I won't discuss this.”

“All right.” Calmly she turned away and resumed packing.

Logan made an infuriated sound and took hold of her from behind, ignoring the way she stiffened. He breathed in her scent, rubbing his mouth at the nape of her neck. His raw voice was muffled in her flowing hair. “I don't want to lose you, Maddy.”

She strained to break free. “But you don't want to love me, either.”

He released her abruptly and paced in the room like a caged wild animal.

“You said it to me once,” Madeline burst out angrily. “Why is it so impossible now? Are you really so cold and unforgiving?”

He stopped, facing away from her, and replied in a tortured voice. “I forgave you a long time ago. I understood why you did what you did. Part of me even admired you for it.”

“Then why are there still walls between us?” she asked with incredulous despair.

A shudder moved across his shoulders. Madeline bit her lip, waiting, sensing that if she were quiet she might hear the words that would bring her understanding.

“You know that I love you,” he said hoarsely. “Everyone knows it. No matter what I do, I can't stop it.” He went to the window and flattened his hands on the cold, icy glass, staring fiercely at the wintry garden outside. “But I can't let it happen again. There will be nothing left of me if I lose you this time.”

“But you won't lose me,” she said in pained confusion. “Logan, you must believe that!”

Logan shook his head. “Rochester told me…” He paused and swallowed convulsively. “My mother died while giving birth to me. I was too large—her death was my fault.”

Madeline made a sound of protest. “My God, how can you believe that?”

“It's a fact,” he said doggedly. “It was my fault. And I can't take any joy in our baby when I think about how it might…” He couldn't finish the sentence. There was no need.

“You're afraid that I won't survive the birth,” Madeline said, her features wiped clean with astonishment. “Is that what you're trying to say?”

“Any child of mine is bound to be large…and you…”

“I'm not so frail as that,” she said, staring up at his shadowed face. “Logan, look at me! I promise that nothing will happen to me or the babe.”

“You can't make such a promise,” he said roughly.

Madeline opened her mouth to argue but suddenly recalled that her own mother had experienced many problems with childbirth. Logan was right—she couldn't guarantee that everything would be all right. “What if your fears are justified and the worst happens?” she asked. “Will it be any easier, having kept yourself apart from me?”

He turned to look at her then, his face tormented, his blue eyes shimmering with moisture. “Damn you, I don't know.”

“Aren't you ever tired of keeping yourself separate from everyone?” she murmured, staring at him with love and compassion. “Come to me, Logan. We have each other. There's no need for either of us to be lonely.”

The words were his undoing. His stiff jaw trembled, and he reached her in a few strides, wrapping her in a painfully tight embrace. “I can't live without you,” he said, his voice muffled.

“You won't have to.” She clenched her fingers in his hair and kissed his damp cheek, while her body went weak with overwhelming relief.

Logan shuddered, and his hard mouth found hers in a bruising kiss that seemed to last forever. “You'll stay?” he asked.

“Yes, yes…” Her lips sought his, clinging sweetly, and he groaned with aching desire.

He would take the risk of loving her. It wasn't as if he had a choice, anyway. Carrying her to the bed, he undressed them both and made love to her with wild tenderness, trembling with the effort to be gentle.

Afterward, Madeline lay replete in his arms, too weary to move as she felt Logan rise on his elbow to look down at her. He bent and pressed his mouth to her stomach, a gesture of hard-won hope that made her eyes sting with the piercing joy she felt. “It will be all right,” Madeline whispered, pulling his head to hers. “Trust me.” And she kissed him while her heart brimmed with love.