"Where's my mother's ring?"
Travis shook Rose hard, then quickly released her, her
soft skin leaving his hands warm, the smell of her causing
his blood to flow like hot lava.
She took a deep breath before saying, "I don't have your
mother's ring. I didn't steal anything."
He looked around the room and spotted her reticule lying
on the bed. Quickly he grabbed her bag and stared rifling
through it.
"You're welcome to search through my belongings, but
you're not going to find the ring. I suggest you start with
my trunk," Rose said.
Blood heated Travis's already flushed skin. God, she was
beautiful, standing there proudly in her chemise and
stockings defending herself, even though he knew it was a
lie. Her glossy brown hair hung loose and curling wildly
down her back, urging him to run his fingers through her
locks. Her skin was flushed with anger, her green eyes
flashed with annoyance, and like a Gypsy queen she wove a
spell around him.
If only she wasn't a cheat and a liar.
He paused and let his eyes roam over her body long
enough to get her attention. She tilted her nose in the air
disdainfully, yet her cheeks had a rosy tint to them that
belied her proud defiance. God, he wanted her.
"To hell with the trunk. What if I start with you?"
Travis watched her swallow and noticed a spark of unease
in her eyes. He took a couple of steps toward her. She
retreated until her back was against the wall.
He placed his hands on either side of her touching the
wall, trapping her. "I could run my hands inside your
clothing and let my fingers..."
"Stop!" Nervously Rose licked her lips, then placed her
hands on his chest and pushed away from the wall,
propelling him back. She stared into his eyes. "I can talk
to you till we're both older than dirt, and you aren't
going to believe a word I say. So I'm saying it for the
last time. I didn't steal your mother's ring."
Travis wrapped his arms around her, his gaze drawn to
her luscious mouth. He watched as Rose ran her tongue
across her bottom lip, and the urge to follow its path
overcame him. What did she taste like? Was she honey and
sweetness or something more exotic?
"Like I was saying," he drawled. "I think I'll start
with your lips."