“Good to know.” Glad her brain could form speech again, she picked up the canteen and the refuse from their meal. Together they made their way back to the wagon.
On the drive back, Brax admitted he hadn’t gotten nearly enough of her kisses. He wanted more; a full night of her being in his bed, more. She hadn’t said a word since leaving the bank, and he wondered what she might be thinking. “You’ve been awfully quiet,” he said.
“I’m not speaking to you.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re way too good at this, and who knows what you’ll have me saying or doing next.”
“The possibilities are endless.”
“Exactly, and I don’t even like you, Steele.”
He laughed.
“Stop laughing. This isn’t funny.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Liar. And what the hell is a corvus?”
“It’s the Latin word for raven.”
“So you speak Latin, too? Jesus.”
“Only a little. It was one of the subjects my tutors touched upon.”
She shook her head and he found her reaction so incredibly endearing, he wanted to pull her onto his lap and pleasure her until the Mississippi froze over.
“We’re going back to no more kisses. None,” she stated firmly.
“Whatever you say.”
Her look of annoyance made him smother the humor bubbling inside.
“I mean it.”
“I’m sure you do, but you were the one who challenged me, remember?”
“I don’t need reminding.”
“Thought maybe you had forgotten, considering what transpired after.”
“I’m not talking to you.”
He couldn’t remember ever having such an amusing conversation. Thinking back on her responses to his kisses and heated questions confirmed just how swept away they’d both been. And as then, he was hard as a ship’s mast.Shifting in his seat to accommodate his arousal, he decided it might be best to think about Boston in winter for the remainder of the drive rather than all the scandalous things he wanted to do with her to seek relief. It was damned difficult, however.