Free A Pirate's Curse (Legends of the Soaring Phoenix) by ML Guida Page B

for this, Hannah.” He threw open a dr awer and yanked out two head scarves. “You’re not yourself and need to stay in bed.”
    “You ’re serious?”
    Holding the blue and black scarves, he approached her.
    She moved to the other side of the bed. “Wait, stay away from me.”  
    Kane lunged and caught her left wrist. She yanked, but he tightened his grip. “No,” she said. He pulled her to him, crushing her to him. He stared at her, his breath washing over her. Her heart pounded. “Please,” she whispered.
    He clamped his jaw tight. His firm hand clutched her shoulder and with his muscular body, he forced her to lie on her back. She stared at his lips, remembering how delicious he tasted. Was he going to kiss her? She sucked in her breath in anticipation.
    He pushed her hair off her cheeks, his brief touch sending heat through her, comforting her, calming her. “Lass, you are delirious and need to stay here.”
    His silky hair brushed her skin. She half parted her lips. He leaned closer, but he shook his head. Before she knew was happening, he jerked away from her and bound her wrist with the blue scarf to the slats that pulled back the drapes, hiding the bed.
    “Kane,” she said. “No. Release me.”
    “You’ll stay here.”
    She searched his hard face. “No! I. Will. Not.”
    “Aye, you will,” he said softly.
    Her heart beat hard, her breath rapid as he tied her other wrist to the other bedpost. Imprisoned her in a pirate's bed. 
    Opening her eyes, s he pulled on the tightly bound scarves that bit into her wrists. She tilted her head. “This isn’t humorous.”
    He shrugge d. “I didn’t intend to be." He covered her with the blanket. "Doc will be along shortly. I promise.”
    “Please, I want to hear what your brother says.”
    He leaned forward and kissed her forehead as a father would a child. She wasn’t a child and he was definitely not her father. She wanted more than a fatherly kiss from Kane. She wanted to taste his lips again. Gritting her teeth and with her mounds of frustration, she yanked on the scarves, not caring how much they pinched into her skin. She didn’t know whether her frustration was from being tied to the slats or Kane failing to kiss her.
    He stood. “As soon as I find out, I’ll come back to tell you. Understand?”
    She twisted her right wrist, but her bonds only tightened further. “Kane, this isn’t necessary. I promise I’ll stay in bed.”
    He laughed , put his hands on his hips, and cocked his eyebrow high. “Lass, do I look like I’ve gone away with the fairies?”
    She glowered. “What?” She shook her head. “No, you look like a suffering, torturing pirate who likes to tie up innocent women.”
    His eyes turned somber. He ran his hand down her leg and she wished the blanket was gone. “Aye, I do like to tie up lasses,” he said, his voice husky. “But usually, they enjoy it and beg me to do what I please.”
    An image of her naked, tied to his bed and Kane kissing her and sucking her, flamed the heat on her cheeks. Wetness formed between her legs and she shifted, uncomfortable with her own thoughts. Where had that image come from? What was it with this pirate that she indulged in sinful thoughts?
    He yanked his hand away as if she were on fire. “I’ll be back.” He hurried across the cabin, whipped open the door and left.
    Hannah stared at the cabin door, not believing he left or why she was disappointed he hadn’t kissed her. Had he been thinking of another woman he wanted to tie to the bed? He had said he liked Irish lasses warm and wiggling beneath him. He hadn’t even tried to kiss her when she was completely helpless.
    She yanked on her bonds, but the scarves held tight. Closing her eyes, she drew on her power, her rapid heart slowed, tingles raced over her skin. Untie the scarves.  
    The scarf holding her right hand softly slipped around the right wrist, but the left one tightened, biting into her skin. Tingles faded. Her heartbeat