Part 19 (1/2)

Resuming his walk over the peat-covered path, Braden looked at Sin. ”Did we not hear her say, several hundred times in the last hour, 'Men, who needs them?'”

”That we did.”

”Think we should ignore her cry, then?” Braden asked.

The baffled frown on Sin's face was priceless.

Braden chucked Sin on the arm. ”I'm jesting. You know I would never leave a woman in distress.”

” 'Tis what I thought, but you looked a little too sincere just now.”

And for a fraction of an instant, Bradenhad considered ignoring her. Especially given the severity of some of her curses. G.o.d help him if any of them ever came true. Why, he'd be a two-headed, three-toed, monkey-nosed, blind son of a cesspit-licking lackey if she had her way.

But, in spite of her uncharitable remarks, he couldn't leave her in whatever condition she was currently in.

All in all, as much as he hated to admit it, he actually liked the h.e.l.lion.

”Braden!”

”I'm coming,” he a.s.sured her, stepping around a large shrub to see her...

Braden froze. Not even in his wildest imaginings had he thought to see her likethat!

Her posterior wiggling and thrusting about rather provocatively, she lay bent over. And heaven help him, but it looked as if she were battling the very forest, or at least the hapless shrub in front of her.

Sin burst out laughing.

Braden probably would have laughed too, had a breeze not ruffled up the hem of her plaid, gifting him with a bountiful sight of her creamy b.u.t.tocks. As well as a glimpse of other things that stirred a man's interest and loins.

Desire flooded through him, sending a painful throb straight to his groin.

The la.s.s truly had a beguiling bottom. One of tempting proportions that would contour just perfectly to his body. And in that instant, he swore he could feel the softness of her thighs in his palm, hear her moaning as he buried himself deep inside her over and over again until they both cried out in blissful release.

Braden ground his teeth as his need for her flamed so hot that for a moment it rendered him immobile.

”It's not funny!” Maggie snapped, trying to pull herself out of the tangle of brush and limbs. All she succeeded in doing was baring more of her backside to him.

At this rate, the plaid would be gathered up at her waist in another move or two and her entire bottom would be bared for his hungry view.

His eyes feasting on her, Braden held his breath in expectation. And for the first time in his life, he realized he was actually salivating over the sight before him.

”Braden!” she shouted again. ”Please, help. I can't move. Every time I try to pull out, it just gets worse.”

Nay, love, he thought wolfishly,it only gets better .

Much better, point of fact.

”Braden?”

Braden briefly closed his eyes as an image of her writhing in his arms flitted through his mind. Too easily, he could picture her surrender, imagine the sound of his name on her pa.s.sion-drunk lips.

And when he opened his eyes, he was again greeted by the plaid just barely concealing her natural charms.

It was all Braden could do to force his gaze away from her wiggling hips and move around her to where he could see her flushed face.

He would definitely like a few more leisurely minutes to explore her- ”What is taking you so long? Would youplease help me?” she asked again.

Aye, he'd help her all right, but what he really wanted to help her do, she'd slap him into eternity for.

Focus, man, it's not like you've never seen a woman's backside before.

True enough, but he couldn't ever remember a woman's body tempting himthis much.

Dropping his pack on the ground, Braden eyed the contraption on top of her with a frown. Maggie lay on what appeared to be a leaflike table while more branches and leaves had fallen on top of her and held her pinned face down.

”How did you get in there?”

She arched her back to where she could glare at him. ”Oh, I don't know. It just looked like a good place to stop for a bit of a rest.”

Sin laughed again as Braden rolled his eyes at her sarcasm.

”Well, Lady Venom Tongue, perhaps I should leave you in there.”

Panic flitted across her brow, then she quickly added, ”I was walking, then I tripped over something and all of a sudden this giant ma.s.s of leaves fell on top of me. Now would you please help me get up?”

Braden ran his gaze over her body. She was in quite the perfect position for- ”Braden!” she snapped, as if she could read his thoughts.

He couldn't resist teasing her. ”Think you, we should leave her here?” he asked Sin.

”Well, she did say, 'Men, who needs them?' Perhaps we should, just to prove a lesson.”

”You wouldn't dare leave me here like this,” she said. Then she added less forcibly, ”Would you?”

Braden gave her a devilish, dimpled grin. ”Why don't you catch up to us after you get yourself free?”

Maggie groaned, cursed him yet again beneath her breath, then fell p.r.o.ne on the bed of leaves. ”If you were a gentleman, you wouldn't even consider leaving me here like this.”

”Well,” he teased, ”according to you, I'm not a gentleman, but a l.u.s.t-ridden, warted sow's ear fit for naught save eating, belching and chasing after other men's wives.”

Her face flushed even redder. ”You heard that?”

”Aye, and I wouldn't be surprised if the king of England sitting on his throne in London heard it as well.”

Maggie wanted to bury her head in shame. She hadn't meant for him to hear her words, and she didn't really mean any of them. She used those words to stiffen her resolve and try to keep herself focused on his flaws. Her only real problem with him was that she loved the scoundrel entirely too much.

Well, except for this moment. Right now, she would like nothing more than to choke his arrogant hide as he stared at her with humor dancing in his greenish brown eyes.

Sighing, she tried again. ”Very well, I'm sorry for what I said. Men are good for some things. Now please help me.”

Braden looked skeptically at Sin. ”I just don't feel she meant that apology. What say you?”