Outlaw by Lisa Plumley

Author:Lisa Plumley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, historical romance, western, 1870s, lisa plumley, lisaplumley, lisa plumly, lisa plumely, lisa plumbley
Publisher: Lisa Plumley

Chapter Fourteen

"You're bluffing," Amelia said, the scissors going slack in her hand. Of all the things Mason might have said to her, this was the very last one she'd expected.

She wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe he truly had faith in her—or at least in her ability to give him a decent haircut or cook a palatable meal. More than ever before, it seemed so important that he find her capable. If only for a little while, Amelia wanted to feel trusted. Needed.

But could she trust Mason, an outlaw and a man she'd only known for days—however familiar he seemed to her now?

He squeezed her hand, making her doubly aware of the work-roughened strength of his grasp. Mason could pull her down for a kiss, and would if he took a mind to, she realized. The proof was there in the cocky angle of his half-shorn head, the hot glimmer in his eyes, the quickening of his heartbeat beneath their joined hands.

And she wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Do I look like I'm bluffing?" Mason asked, stroking his fingers lightly over her knuckles.

The heat of his body seared through his shirt, warming her far more than the waning sunlight did.

"You—you look like a hungry cat contemplating a goldfish bowl," Amelia stammered, trying to pull her hand away again.

He confused her so much! One minute he looked as though he'd just as soon have left her at the roadside waiting for the stagecoach that had abandoned her. The next, he seemed as though she hurt him somehow. And the next, he was laughing at her. She wished mightily Mason would just make up his mind how he felt about her and have done with it, once and for all.

He gave her a lazy smile. "I guess that makes you the prize goldfish."

"And you the tomcat," she said, feeling her mood lighten a little. "On the prowl after a poor, defenseless little creature." She made a tsk-tsk sound, teasing him.

Unsmiling, Mason slid his hand down her wrist in a slow caress. The subtle friction of his palm over the tender hollows of her wrist and along the underside of her forearm set every inch of skin he touched atingle. She stared at his sun-browned hand, amazed that such sensation could be engendered by so simple a touch.

To her surprise, he released her hand. But his attention remained solely, compellingly, on her. Slowly his gaze roved over her hair, her dress, her body, and finally came to rest on her face.

It was, she realized, another caress. Amelia wanted to gasp at the intimacy, the heat, of it. Her belly tightened with anticipation and her knees felt quivery, just standing there. Even though Mason hadn't so much as leaned toward her, the look he gave her put Amelia in mind of the times he'd kissed her.

It made her want him to kiss her again.

Now.

"A beautiful creature, that prized goldfish," Mason said, his eyes never leaving hers. His lips quirked upward, just faintly, leaving no doubt what he meant by his words.

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