Carnal Innocence

what’scoming before it gets here. That doesn’t make either of us wrong.”
    “But if you figure it out, and it’s not the way you want it, you can change it.”
    “You can try,” he agreed. “‘There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.’” He inhaled smoke.
“Hamlet.”
    Caroline could only stare. He was the last man on earth she’d have expected to hear quoting Shakespeare.
    “You take that field there.” He put a companionable arm around her shoulders as he turned her. “Now, that cotton—all things being equal—is going to grow. That topsoil’s better than a foot deep and full of fertilizer. We spray off the goddamn weevils and when summer’s gone it’ll be harvested, bailed, trucked, and sold. And my worrying myself sick about whether all those things are gonna happen won’t help the situation one bit. Besides, I’ve got an overseer to do the worrying.”
    “There has to be more to it than that—” she began.
    “We’re taking this down to the basics, Caro. It gets planted, it gets harvested, and somewhere along the line it ends up in a pretty dress like the one you’re wearing tonight. Sure, I could sit up nights worrying whether we’re going to get enough rain, or too much rain. Whether the truckers are going on strike, or those dimwits up in Washington are going to fuck up again and shuck us into a depression. Or I can get myself a good night’s sleep. The results would be exactly the same.”
    With a half laugh, she turned to him. “Why does that make sense?” She shook her head. “There has to be a flaw in that logic.”
    “You let me know if you figure it out, but I think it holds solid. Let me give you another example. You won’t let me kiss you because you’re worried you might like it too much.”
    Her brows shot up. “That’s incredibly egocentric. The reason could very well be that I’m sure I won’t like it at all.”
    “Either way,” Tucker said agreeably as his arms slid around her waist. “You’re trying to figure out the answerbefore there’s a problem. That’s the kind of thing that brings on headaches.”
    “Really?” Her voice was dry, and she kept her arms at her sides.
    “Trust me, Caroline, I’ve made a study on it. It’s like standing on the edge of a swimming hole, worrying about the water being too cold. You’d be better off if somebody put a foot to your butt and pushed you in.”
    “Is that what you’re doing?”
    His lips quirked in a grin. “I could tell you I was doing it for you, so you’d just fall in and stop thinking about the what-ifs. But the truth is—” He lowered his head. Something twisted inside her when his warm breath fluttered over her lips. “Thinking about this is keeping me up at night.” He gave her chin a playful nip. “And I need my sleep.”
    Her body was stiff as his lips, light as moth wings, cruised over hers. Practiced seduction, she told herself as her heart began to thud. She hadn’t forgotten how clever some men were at exploiting a woman’s needs.
    “You can kiss me back if you want to,” Tucker murmured against her mouth. “If you don’t, I’ll just please myself.”
    First, he indulged in a lazy journey of her face, lips tracing along her temples, over her closed lids, down her cheeks. The gentleness in him was too ingrained for him to heed the urgency growing inside him to rush and take. Instead, he concentrated on her first faint shiver, on that gradual, glorious softening of her body against his. On the quickening of her breath as he slowly, quietly, brought his mouth back to hers.
    And oh, it was nice, so nice, to feel that slow, female yielding, to hear that quick hitch of her breath, to smell her over the scent of water and shadows as he eased them both into the kiss.
    This time her lips parted at the first touch. As he increased the pressure, degree by tormenting degree, her hands shot up to grip his arms. His last coherent thought was that the water wasn’t cold, but it was a hell of a lot deeper than he’d expected.
    She couldn’t think at all, not with this steady roaringin her ears. She had grabbed him for balance, but no matter how desperately she clung, the world kept spinning. Caution had gone up in smoke. With a quick, helpless moan, she dived into the kiss.
    His mouth drank and drew from hers. But it wasn’t enough. The taste was hot, honeyed, and he craved more. Tongue and teeth drove the kiss into greater intimacies. Still he