both
fury and surprise.
Sputtering, completely naked and magnificent, she sat up and
shook out her long golden tresses once he stopped a safe distance
from the hut, looking confused and angry, her eyes sending sparks.
“Are you insane?” she demanded, her breasts heaving, the golden
triangle at her thighs visible from his viewpoint, the darkness
between her legs intriguing at all times, even now.
“Most days since I’ve been here,” he confirmed dryly,
dropping her ankles, though admittedly enjoying the view of her
silky tempting cleft. “Jenna, I apologize if I startled you.”
“You apologize for waking me from a sound sleep by dragging
me out into the mud like one of the Sabine women?” she
demanded. “If you wish sexual congress so early, my lord, perhaps
you could just ask me. I believe it is your turn.”
Her scathing words brought the blood to his face, even though
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he thought he was immune to anything as naïve as chagrin. “I do
wish sexual congress,” he said evenly, “and in that interest, I prefer
you to be alive so that I can take my pleasure. Forgive me, but the
snake you were so cozily cohabiting with looked detrimental to my
selfish desires. He didn’t bite you, did he?”
The blood drained abruptly from her face. “What?”
“You know, the one coiled right next to you inside.”
“Oh, God.” She began to shake, her eyes widening. “I hate
snakes…are you serious?”
“It must have crawled in the door when Charles left you,” he
explained, his voice softening. “The walls of the hut are down in
the sand, but the doorway is open…Jenna, you are fine now…”
“Oh.” She scrambled to her feet and flung herself at him with a
sob, mindless of her nudity.
“I am not one to fend off beautiful women in a state of
complete undress, but you are covered in sand,” he murmured into
her hair, lifting her up despite his words, the weight of her luscious
body in his arms, her bottom satin and round, her breasts warm
against his chest.
“Wipe me off then,” she whispered, “but don’t let me go. This
is your day…you can do whatever you like.”
That suggestion went straight to his groin like a streak of
lightning in a night sky.
“I hate snakes, too,” he offered, smiling in relief that she
wasn’t hurt, his heart slowing a little.
“You do?” The general’s daughter looked very young with her
trembling lips and ashen face. A golden mane of hair trailed over
his arm and brushed his thigh.
He gave a grimace. “Ask Charles. I am a complete quaking
coward when it comes to the slithering things.”
She swallowed, and then emphatically shook her head. “No,
you aren’t, my lord. I don’t believe it. You are unfazed by
anything.”
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Not by seeing her lying sleeping next to a deadly reptile .
Relishing the feel of her naked body against his, Jonathan said
neutrally, “Let’s say I would gladly walk through glowing hot
coals to avoid one. However, I think we need to get this one out of
your abode, so if you will stay here, I’ll take care of that
unpleasant task.”
“No.” Her arms tightened frantically around his neck. “Stay
here and hold me.”
Women often complained over how the world worked, with
men in charge and their roles subject to male authority and
privilege, but looking into the limpid eyes of the girl in his arms,
Jonathan found he could not deny her anything she asked of him.
“I’ll do whatever pleases you,” he said softly, meaning it. Then he
added, “Now…and later. Did you miss me these past two nights?”
“Yes.”
“It didn’t sound like it.”
Her cheeks grew pink but her gaze did not falter. “I did what I
said I would do. Did you expect less of me?”
The truth was, he thought her very courageous as well as
sensuous. But it still annoyed him against his will that she had
enjoyed the lovemaking of other men. He said shortly, “My
expectations