Page 30 of Native Hawk
He spasmed and seized that wrist as well. “You are just full o’ the devil, aren’t you?”
There was something wildly exhilarating about being trapped in his grip. So though she fought against him, her struggles to get away were only halfhearted.
“What am I gonna do with you?”
She knew what shewantedhim to do with her. Her eyes lowered to his mouth, his beautiful, desirable mouth.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he warned her. “Don’t you be lookin’ at me like that.”
“Like what?” she breathed.
His eyes grew smoky. She could see he wanted this as much as she did. The thought made her pulse race.
She parted her lips, wordlessly beckoning him closer.
He gathered her wrists in one hand. With the fingers of his other hand, he tilted her chin up.
She shivered in anticipation.
He lowered his gaze to her mouth.
She held her breath. He was going to do it. He was going to kiss her.
Then he snatched his hand suddenly away and began tickling her.
She shrieked, trying to twist loose. Her anger at his trickery was tempered by the fact that she couldn’t stop giggling.
“Basta!”she pleaded.“Basta!”
He stopped with a scowl. “What did you call me?”
Breathless from laughing, she told him, “I said, stop.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
He resumed tickling her.
She shrieked again. “Stop!Stop!”
He did, but he didn’t let go of her. “Will you promise to stop pesterin’ me?”
“Pestering?” she said, snorting with laughter. “What is this, pestering?”
“See? This is why ladiessipwhiskey.” He shook his head. “This is entirely inappropriate behavior, Miss Cat. You are corned.”
“Corned?”
“Completely fuddled.”
“Fuddled?” He had such funny words.
“Absolutely roostered.”
“I am not a rooster. I am a Cat.” She snickered at her own joke.
“Xonilwil.”
She wasn’t even going to try that one.
