Free Rescuing Diana by Linda Cajio

lesson.…”
    “Mine come later,” he said, trailing kisses down her neck. He hoped the rumor about long, cold showers was true. He was definitely in need of one tonight. He ran his tongue along her delicate collarbone and added, “You were magnificent.”
    Her arms tightened around his shoulders. “I had a magnificent teacher.”
    He smothered a sigh. He wasn’t sure if he liked her thinking of him as a “teacher.” Teaching implied that one learned and eventually graduated. More and more he was realizing how precious Diana was, how refreshingly different from other women. He’d be crazy if he let her slip away.
    He decided that, before too much more time passed, he’d better insure that Diana stayed in class for a long time.
    A very long time.
    Waking to thoughts of Adam and the night before, Diana stretched lazily and rolled over onto her side, away from the bright sunshine, which bathed her bedroom in a golden glow. She wasn’tready to begin her working day just yet. Besides, she didn’t want to look at pictures of Sir Morbid, when she could daydream about the real man under the armor.
    She smiled, deciding her sophisticated attitude the night before really had paid off. Last night had proved that Adam couldn’t be involved in some business plot regarding her. If he were, he surely would have made a physical conquest as an added victory. She knew she never would have stopped him a second time. But he’d been so caring and understanding, when she’d been … fragile. Not many men would have been that patient with her, she guessed, or even would have cared about her inexperience. She chuckled, thinking that she’d always known Adam had all the qualities of a chivalrous knight.
She
certainly felt like a princess who’d just been rescued from some terrible fate.
    He had taken her to heights she’d never imagined. Even now she could feel the melting in her veins. She knew, though, that she’d only tasted what making love with Adam would be like. Although he hadn’t truly known it, he had been right about her missing out on that teenage rite, parking. She’d been in very few back seats of cars during her high-school years. At the time, she’d only been curious to see if all the hoopla about boys had merit. It hadn’t. Her few dates hadn’t been exactly overeager either. In college she’d come to the conclusion that some people had relationships and some people didn’t, and that she was in the second category. She’d never been disappointed, or thought it was something inside her that needed fixing. She’d always been too involvedwith her work to do more than briefly wonder about her lack of libido. Of course she’d never realized she could be a late bloomer. A very late bloomer.
    She’d missed out on quite a bit, she thought, and had quite a bit to learn. But better late than never.
    The telephone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Smiling, she languidly stretched out her arm to answer it.
    “Hello,” she said in a soft voice.
    The telephone clicked, and all she heard was the dial tone.
    Diana frowned, remembering the call that had awakened her and Adam yesterday. That had been a hang-up too. She wondered if she were about to be subjected to a series of annoying prank calls from kids who had discovered her number.
    The telephone rang again.
    Picking up the receiver, she said hesitantly, “Hello?”
    “Hi. It’s me.”
    She instantly recognized the whiskey-low voice of her cousin Angelica, and figured there had been a bad connection the first time. She suppressed a stab of disappointment that the caller wasn’t Adam.
    “You sound like you’re still in bed, kid,” Angelica said. “Been on another all-night binge?”
    Diana laughed as she fluffed the pillow behind her. Angelica was seven months younger than she, and yet always called her “kid.” “A different kind of binge, Angelica, only not all night.”
    “Now, that sounds interesting.”
    “You’re beginning to pry,” Diana