'Hey' -- he began, but she didn't heed him. She slammed her foot against
his leg and brought a fist flailing down upon his shoulder, trying to
throw him off balance. He braced himself as she slammed against him, but
still she brought them both down~ upon the floor.
'Hey! Damn, stop!' he yelled, aware of her fragile size, her wild mane
of honey-colored hair. Nor could he forget the full feel of her breast
within his hand. She was exquisite. He had to be gentle.
Her foot slammed against his shin again. She thrashed with the fury of
ten Comanche. Her flailing fist caught his jaw so hard that his teeth
rattled.
Gentle. hell!
She was a monster. There was no way in hell a man could possibly be
gentle and survive. Gritting his teeth harshly he caught her wrists,
trying not to hold them in a painful vise. She screamed again
incoherently, freeing her hands to grope on the bunk. He should have
held her in a vise! There was just no being nice here. She was like
wildfire atop him, raging out of control. He saw a smile of triumph
light her features as her fingers curved around something, and she
lifted it high.
'Whoa, wait a minute, ma'am' -- he began, seeing that she held a
long-bladed and lethally sharp bowie knife.
Damn! She was going from fists to steel.
'Lady, I'm warning you, stop?'
She didn't pay the least bit of attention to him. Rather, she fought on
with desperation, drawing up her arm again, preparing to slash the blade
across his throat. Jamie swung out, catching her by the middle, his
hands resting beneath the swell of her breasts. He cast her far away
from him and struggled to his feet.
'I'm the cavalry!' he snapped out.
'Damn it, I'm the good guy.'
She didn't seem to hear him, or really even see him. Her huge,
violet-blue eyes were glazed, he saw, and she barely blinked at his
words. She certainly didn't seem to understand them.
She screamed again and flew at him. The blade slashed the air
uncomfortably close to his windpipe. He clamped down grimly on his jaw
and caught her arm with a stunning blow, sending the blade flying out of
the wagon. She gasped, but when he lunged for her, she was ready to
fight again, her nails gouging for his eyes. He swore again, capturing
her wrists and falling down hard with her upon the floor of the wagon.
Struggling to hold her still, he looked up to see that Jon Red Feather
was looking in from the driver's seat of the wagon.
'I could have used some help here, you know!' he thundered.
Red Feather grinned.
'You--against one little honey- haired girl?
Honestly, Lieutenant.'
She was no little girl. Lying atop her, Jamie was very aware of that.
She was small and slight, but the sweet, provocative fullness of her
breasts was now crushed lushly against his cavalry jacket, reminding him
that it had been some time since he'd last been to Maybelle's House of
Gentlemanly Leisure Pursuits. She fought him still, writhing like a
