Daniel could practically feel fire blasting from Myra’s ears as he threatened to truss her up. Not that he actually would, but he couldn’t help teasing her about it. Her body was so stiff she could have been made from wood. One false move and she’d crack right down the center. He had to keep his jaw locked, teeth clenched to keep from laughing. He wished he could see her face. Her eyes were probably the size of trenchers, her lips pressed so tight they were white. He’d get them pliant and pink again. Kissing angry. Now that was something that really interested him. He’d kiss her slowly, brushing his lips over hers and then slipping his tongue between her lips when she opened her mouth to protest. But she’d not be able to say anything because he’d make quick work of taking over her senses, making her quiver in his arms. Turn all the anger into passion. Myra… Her enthusiastic nature was so powerful Daniel was sure to have his hands full.
