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over, still sitting astraddle her slim waist. It was Maverick.
    She sighed with abrupt relief, sure he could feel her heart still thudding against his thigh. “Oh, Lord, you scared me! I thought I was about to lose my scalp!”
    But he made no attempt to move, still sitting astride her small body. He tipped his hat back. “Cee Cee, you’re lucky to be alive! I almost picked you off with my rifle before it occurred to me if there was a war party anywhere close, I didn’t want to give away my position. You whistle like a man!”
    She struggled a little, getting more annoyed by the minute. “Well, I’m not, as you can plainly see! How long ago did you spot me?”
    He made no attempt to move, looking down at her in amusement. “The minute I left Wichita. Don’t ever try to sneak up on a Comanche, Rebel.”
    Cayenne frowned with anger and distaste, remembering that she hated them. “Comanche! You’re Comanche?”
    For a moment, she thought he would deny it. The look that crossed his rugged features betrayed that he hated them as much as she did. Did he have as much reason to?
    But instead of answering her question, he said, “I thought you were a drygulching hombre plannin’ to rob me, not knowing I left the herd money with the bank.”
    She struggled again, his weight getting heavier by the minute. His thighs were warm, gripping her slim body so that they pressed into the sides of her breasts. “My stars! Do I look like a man?”
    She didn’t realize her shirt was partially opened until she followed his gaze, knowing he looked down at the soft curve of her breasts. She felt his manhood swell and grow hard against her body.
    “No, Cee Cee, you sure don’t. But from a distance and in men’s clothes . . .” He took a deep breath, grinning. “Vanilla. If I hadn’t been upwind from you, I’d have known you by your perfume.”
    Now that she wasn’t frightened, she felt hot, tired, and angry. “Get off.”
    “What?”
    He made no move to obey her, his gaze still on the open neck of her shirt. As she struggled, she gasped for breath, and he smiled as her breasts moved when she breathed.
    “Dammit!” Cayenne lost her temper completely now. “You’re supposed to be a gallant Texas gentleman! Get up!”
    Now it was his turn to look annoyed, but he made no attempt to move. “Just what is it gonna take, miss, to get you to stop trailing after me like a lost calf?”
    “I resent that!” She tried to pound on his thighs with her fists but his knees pinned her arms.
    “Resent all you want!” He shrugged but he didn’t move. “I’ve behaved like a gentleman almost as much as I can, Cee Cee. I’m just a man after all and you keep throwing yourself at me. . . .”
    “Throwing myself?” She almost shouted, “Throwing myself! You just knocked me from my saddle, crawl all over me, and you say I was ’throwing myself’?”
    The amusement left his face, and when he frowned, she realized suddenly how menacing that scar made him look. “I can’t decide whether to pull your breeches down and spank you until there’s red prints all over that nice little behind or show you what a man can do when he loses control.”
    “You wouldn’t dare!” She was a little frightened now and not sure what he might do. After all, she had tried his patience and they were a long way from town.
    “Don’t push me, Reb,” he whispered. “Don’t ever push me!” His hand came down very slowly. One finger stroked along the open neck of her shirt.
    “Stop that.” She was both frightened and excited at the feel of his fingers stroking her bare skin. She was helpless, she realized suddenly. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she wasn’t big enough to stop him.
    His fingers stroked the rise of her breasts. Did she want to stop him? Cayenne wouldn’t even admit to herself how good it felt, that she had to fight her body to keep from arching up against the tips of his fingers.
    “Maybe if I scared you enough, you’d stay in