Caine's Reckoning. Sarah McCarty

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      He lifted her up and scooted her down, a maneuver that would have left her a lot more comfortable if it also hadn’t left her pressed intimately against him. “If you knew me better, you’d know I am being predictable.”

      When she tried to wiggle away, he merely curled in the arm she was lying on. The other hand went to her hip, slipped under the coat and rode down to her thigh, hitching it up. Panic immediately chased anger. The only thing that preserved her modesty were the long folds of her new skirt.

      “Lift up for a minute.”

      “I’m comfortable just as I am.”

      “No, you’re not.”

      She wasn’t but that wasn’t important. She tilted her head back and strained for dignity. “I am not sprawling across you. It’s improper.”

      And if he said one word about the incongruity of a whore worrying about propriety she’d bite the end of his nose off.

      “Gypsy, if both of us are going to keep from freezing our butts off tonight, seeing as our wedding night has us way over here in the hollow, we’re going to have to get closer than your sense of propriety deems fit.”

      “I’ll chance freezing.”

      “Well, I won’t.”

      And that settled that. In the time it took her to draw the breath for a retort, Caine had her kneeling. As fast as she batted at his hands, he was tugging her skirts out from under her knees. God, he was fast. She had just reached around to slap his hands from her rear when he lifted her again by her shoulder and pulled her across his lap and lay down. Gravity took care of her defiance. Her body naturally flowed into the planes of his. Her thigh fell over his and her breasts pressed into his side. Before she could pull her leg back, he took her skirts and draped them over his thighs and tucked them beneath, effectively pinning her with her own clothing.

      He met her glare with a raised brow and a smile.

      “Pretty slick, eh?”

      Did he expect her to praise his trickery?

      “Taking advantage through your greater strength is what I’d call it.” Two yanks on the material proved the futility of that effort.

      Caine shrugged. “Whatever gets the job done is good for me.” With his free hand he adjusted his hat forward as he braced his shoulders against the saddle. “Grab the blankets would you?”

      She was tempted to ignore the order, but the thought of what he would do to get that job done had her reconsidering. That and the next wind that sent the dried grass rustling. It was going to be a cold night and while Caine might be big and arrogant, he was warm. She leaned toward the blankets, forgetting her injuries. Stiff muscles and her bruised rib immediately protested.

      “Shoot. I forgot about that.” The blankets were removed from her grasp. A broad palm rubbed small circles on her back as if he thought to absorb her pain through his touch. “You just take your time getting comfortable, and I’ll take care of the covering.”

      He said that as if he were being perfectly reasonable, but no matter how he couched it, it was an order and it drove home the fact that he expected her to obey. The knowledge that there was nothing she could do about it ate at her defiance, because once all the settling was done, he’d want to be getting on to other things. Intimate, unpleasant things that were now her duty. God help her.

      He tucked the blanket over her shoulder. “Now, what thought just made you stiffen up?”

      If he didn’t know, she wasn’t telling him. “Nothing.”

      His sigh blew over the top of her head. “Are you back to worrying that I’m ornery in bed?”

      “I don’t want to talk about it.”

      He pulled her forearm up, dislodging her elbow from his bicep. “Doesn’t appear to me that either of us are going to get comfortable enough to sleep without it.”

      A muffled chuckle from across the fire alerted her to how that low drawl of his carried. “Hush.”

      “I’ll hush if you’ll talk.”

      “Fine. What do you want to know?”

      “I want to know what has you scared.”

      Her shiver had nothing to do with the wind as memories swamped her. “I just don’t like being with a man.”

      “Because it goes against your beliefs, or because of what you’ve been taught?”

      “We’re married, it can’t be against my beliefs.”

      “I got news for you, Gypsy, many a woman feels it’s wrong to enjoy her husband.”

      “I can understand that.”

      His finger under her chin tipped her face up. “I can see where you’d have reason to fear a man who’s hurt you, but, Gypsy, I’ve never hurt you.”

      Yet. The immediate tag to his assertion lingered in her mind. She just barely kept it from her lips. His hand tilted. Instead of letting her go like she expected, he swapped his fingers for his thumb, the latter brought to rest against her lips, brushing lightly. The fire had died down to the point it was just a small flicker. The faint light wasn’t strong enough to penetrate where they lay.

      “And that’s the hitch in your git-along, isn’t it, Desi? You don’t have any idea who I am, or what to expect, so your mind’s just leaping from one awful possibility to the next.”

      “You’re a man.”

      “And you’re a woman, that should make us more compatible rather than less.”

      “Maybe I just need more time.”

      His thumb made another of those lazy passes that tickled the edges of her lips and sent little tingles radiating outward. “Time can be a funny thing, Gypsy. You think it’s your friend, but when it comes to fears, it’s your worst enemy. You leave a scare to time’s tending, and rather than making it go away, time turns it bigger and meaner than reality could ever be.”

      “So you say.”

      His thumb made another pass across her lips, following the swells and dips as if testing the shape of her words. “I know what it’s like to be scared, Desi.”

      The “Huh?” escaped before she could contain it. The man was as big as a mountain, had more muscle than a blacksmith and had a reputation that would terrify a hardened gunslinger. What did he know of fear?

      “I wasn’t always this big, and there was a time I knew so little about fighting, you could probably have whupped me with one hand tied behind your back.”

      “I can’t imagine that.”

      “Then you’re just going to have to take my word for it the same way you’re going to have to accept I have a reason to start as I mean to go on.”

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