He smiled slow and sexy, eyes going
smoky. “But not all people are fascinating. I
never study women. It’s dangerous. You’re
dangerous.”
“Me?’ Maggie made a derisive sound. “I’m
about as dangerous as a...a...” She waved her hands,
unable to find a suitable description of what she
wasn’t. “Well, anyhow, I’m not a fem fatale, or
anything like that. The only danger with me is if I fell
on somebody, I’d crush them.”
“Stop it!” Ethan rose to his knees and
leaned over her, his eyes blazing anger. “If you say one
more damned stupid thing like that about yourself...I’ll
turn you over my knee.”
He pulled her gently to a kneeling
position, then looked at her for a long moment. Lowering
his head, putting his mouth close to hers, Ethan
murmured her name.
Maggie stiffened and pulled back, but as
though he’d anticipated her reaction, he put his hand
behind her head, holding her in place while he plundered
her mouth.
