“Well,” he persisted.

But she couldn’t answer him. She couldn’t speak. If she did, she truly feared what the hell would come out of her mouth. Instead, she stared into those dark black eyes of his and wondered if his sweat would taste salty on her tongue.

He allowed more of his weight to rest against her hips, and she bit the inside of her mouth to keep from moaning out loud. “Answer me, Annwyl.”

She swallowed, hard, and forced herself under some kind of control. Dammit, she was a warrior. The leader of one of the toughest rebellions in known history and still she let some knight completely confuse her.

“Get your ass off me . . . please.”

He stared at her stunned, then threw his head back and laughed. He jumped up, grasping her arm and pulling her up with him. “You never fail to amuse me.”

“I’m glad I can be so entertaining.” She quickly picked up her shirt by the stream and pulled it on over her head. She needed something to hide the hard points of her ni**les. The bindings were not helping with that. “I think my nose has gone through quite enough this day. Besides, it grows late. I must go.”

He took hold of her wrist. “Are you sure?”

“I said so, didn’t I?”

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“I don’t have time for this.” She hated how desperate she sounded at the moment, her entire body responding to his touch. Screaming out for him to explore every bit of her flesh.

“Don’t leave.” His voice low. Enticing.

“One of us needs to go.”

He smiled at her. “Why?”

Her eyes traveled the long length of him, taking in the expanse of his wide shoulders, the muscles bulging under his chainmail. “Trust me on this.”

He moved in closer to her. He still held onto her arm, but his fingers began to move along the flesh. Traveling up her arm. Her br**sts tightened. Her ni**les became painfully hard. Her breath quickened. She wanted this man. Gods, did she want him. More than anything before in her life. And he knew it. She could tell by the way he looked at her. The way he moved into her, his body nearly touching hers.

“You really need to go.”

He lowered his head, his eyes on her lips. “Really? Are you sure?”

She watched as his mouth lowered to meet hers.

Clearly he’d lost his mind. And he blamed the girl for it. In the beginning, he had no intention of doing anything more than training. But with those green eyes of hers staring up at him and that body calling out to be taken, really, what was a poor dragon to do?

Kiss her, of course. At least that was the plan as he brought his head down to taste her, but he felt a sharp slap as a hand covered his face.

“Hold it.” Annwyl reared back from him as she pushed his face away with her hand.

He pulled back, surprised.

“Exactly what do you think you’re doing?” She radiated anger. Although not her usual rage. It seemed something else altogether.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” She pushed him by his shoulders. “What do you . . .” Push. “Think you are . . .” Push. “Doing?” Shove.

He felt his back slam into a tree and he gritted his teeth. Was he seriously letting some human push him around his own glen? As he watched her readjust the bindings under her shirt to make sure her br**sts didn’t slip out, he realized that the answer was yes. Yes, he was letting some human push him around. But not just any human. Annwyl.

“I’m not some whore you can just grab and take as you like.”

He took a deep breath. “I know.”

Annwyl blinked, surprised by his answer. “Um . . . well . . . so long as we understand each other.”

He smiled. “We do.”

“Well . . . good. Now . . . go away.”

“If that is what you wish.”

“Yes. Yes. That is what I wish.” She waved a dismissive hand as she stepped away from him.

“Of course, a goodbye kiss would prompt me to leave just a little faster,” he called after her.

Annwyl stopped and, until the end of time, he would always swear he heard her growl.

Why did he insist on torturing her? What did he want? Why wouldn’t the man just leave? Annwyl swung around expecting him to be where she left him, against that tree. But he stood right behind her. The man moved faster than lightning. Startled, she stumbled back from him and almost fell, but he caught her around the waist. She felt searing heat on her flesh where he held her and her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, keeping her bent over his arm.

“Are you all right?” His low voice slid softly across her flesh. Teasing. Making her body ache with need for him.

“I’ll be better when you let me go.”

“And I’ll be better when you kiss me. Want to make a deal?” She let out another agitated growl and he grinned in response. “I do like that sound.”

“Let me go.”

“Kiss me.”

“How about I just run you through?”

“I believe you need a sword for that task.”

She realized she’d left her sword lying on the ground at her feet. Stupid, Annwyl, stupid!

His smile softened as he looked down into her face. “Just kiss me.” It came out more a plea than a demand. And, as much as her rational mind railed against it, she wanted to kiss him.

She brought her head up slightly as he lowered his. They met somewhere in the middle, and when his lips touched hers, a bolt of heat swept through her. Heat and . . . recognition? Her hands reached up and gripped his shoulders as her mouth opened and his tongue slid in. He swept strong, dry fingers across her bare skin, slipping easily under her bindings to gently graze her breast. Her body jerked in response and Annwyl realized she hovered moments away from letting this man do anything he wanted to her. Anything.