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Her brows rose as she focused on another bite, her tongue appearing for a sweep over her lips. “So…this is like… a private showing?”
He propped his ankle on his knee, trying to get at what she was saying between those words. “What do you mean?”
She reached and lifted the lid off the cup next to her plate and peered at the orange juice. “Yum,” she praised in a little voice, not wasting a second bringing it to her mouth. She gave sounds of pleasure as she gulped it down, not stopping till it was gone and he was grinning. Another lick of her lips—much more dramatic this time—then a satisfied moan as she fell into the back of her chair, showing just how much energy and passion she’d put into eating.
“Thatgood?”
“Yes, it really was.” She leaned forward and slid her plate over and crossed her arms on the table, gazing into the forest with a soft, contented smile. “There ain’t nothin more beautiful than a morning in the swamps.” She swung her pretty eyes to him, saturating him with their dramatic colors. “I always tell God he outdid himself when he made this place.” She returned to gazing at it. “Just so you don’t go naked in front of other women like that,” she said quietly. “Is what I meant.”
Fuck. “Are you saying you’re jealous?”
She aimed a gaze at him. “Probably more than you,” she challenged, making him laugh nice and big while her confession lit all his fires. She leaned back and crossed her arms over her stomach, perfect little mouth pressed tight while she corrected him with the squint in her gaze.
“More than me,” he said, not hiding his delighted shock. “That would make you a danger to the public.”
She nodded, finding that exactly accurate. “I never had a man or a husband, but like you, what’s mine is mine.Everybit.” She took her mean face to the trees and Ethan realized it was his new favorite look on her, especially when it was born of her possessiveness of him. “Even if I never use it but once a year.” She added that with a bullet-stare and brow-cock.
Fuck, he wanted to force her to an orgasm. “You liked your orgasm?” Oh fuck, he said that shit. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching his little flower burn before him as she struggled to hold her bold courage.
“I did,” she said, her tone full of no-big-deal and a simple-matter-of-facts.
“Would you mind saying that to my face,” he dared.
She snapped a glare at him, but he saw it in her eyes. Those orgasm flames she burned in. “Real cute.”
“What?” he asked, enjoying the hell out of himself.
“You’re picking on me.”
“I am,” he happily confessed, holding her brave gaze. “You’re a lot of fun to pick on.”
“I’m sure you never imagined a girl could be so green.”
Her skin turned afuck me all nightpink as she flutter-rolled her eyes off him, her leg in a rabid bounce. “Ineverdid, no. You were the very first.”
She shot off the chair and went to the rail, putting her back to him and he grinned, watching. “I guess that’s why youwon’tsay it to my face?Can’t?”
“Oh, now look at you,” she muttered, shaking her head at the swamp. “Don’t underestimate me, boy.”
Damn she was too fun. He had to get closer to her and joined her at the rail. “Did you just call me…boy?”
“Oh, Isuredid,” she mused, so very bravely.
“What are your thoughts on spousal discipline?”
She let out a single laugh, whipping her gaze to his. “I think it’s agreatidea. How about you go cut me a switch so I can tan your sassy lil’ hide.”
She faced him with her hands over her chest, little thing ready tofight. His grin beamed as he watched her in this new light. “So, when you’re cornered, you face your enemy and fight. No matter how big he is?”
“The swamp ain’t a place for cowards Mr. Boudreaux.”
The fire in her eyes softened his grin. “And where did Ma Petite Menou learn that?” She was suddenly on her haughty fine ass with that affectionate term and for some reason it reminded him. “I still have to seal our deal.”
She went from fiery fighter to smoldering embers in a single swallow. But that kiss was no longer ink for their marriage contract. It was a vow of cunning exploitation. A promise of pain and pleasure honed by honest manipulation. And suddenly nothing was funny.
He stared deeply into her eyes, marveling at her. Now a sweet, sacrificial lamb before him. He dared to touch his miracle, sliding his thumb along the silk of her cheek. “Not now,” he whispered as she studied him back.
“Why not?” she bravely asked.
