Page 57 of Native Hawk
He snickered and took his trousers off the rest of the way.
“You know, if you keep lookin’ at me like that,” he warned, “I’m gonna have to start chargin’you.”
Mortified, she retrieved her brush.
He hitched his trousers onto the bedpost and threw back the covers, preparing to climb into bed.
Clutching the brush tightly before her, she blurted, “How much?”
He stopped. “Pardon me?”
She swallowed and met his gaze in the mirror. “How much would you charge?”
He paused for a moment and then shook his head with a rueful laugh. “Oh, no, you’re not gonna play that game.”
She whipped around to look at him over the back of the chair. “What game?”
“Cat and mouse.”
“Cat and mouse?”
“Yeah, where the cat teases the mouse and leads him on a merry chase, and then the mouse winds up sorry he didn’t just mind his own business?”
She furrowed her brow. “I do not know this game.”
“Maybe not, but you learn awful fast.” With that, he resumed climbing into bed and pulled the covers up over his tempting body. “Good night, Cat.”
Now she was peeved. How dared he dismiss her like that?
She slammed the brush down on top of the dresser. He lifted his head in a questioning glare.
“Now you are turning me down?” she demanded.
He opened his mouth and closed it again. Then he narrowed his eyes. “What exactly are we talkin’ about here?”
“We are talking about…” She averted her eyes. “Making the sex.”
He let out a forceful breath. “Oh, no, you don’t. Not now.” He raised a hand as if to ward her off. “We already agreed there was gonna be no touchin’.”
“What?” She stormed to her feet. “But you are the one who wanted to make the sex, yes?”
“Well, sure, that first night.”
“And now you do not?”
He gave her a sarcastic smirk. “Oh, I don’t know. What doyouthink?”
He threw back the covers, just in case she hadn’t gotten a good enough look the first time. Glancing at his imposing size, she had a moment of misgiving. But she’d come too far to turn back now.
“I think we should definitely make the sex,” she decided.
“Well, I don’t.” He dragged the covers back over his body.
She stomped her foot. “Why?” she demanded.
“Did you just stomp your foot?”
“I’m angry. I do not see why you will not make the sex with me.”
