Page 49 of The Promise of Jenny Jones
Chapter Eleven
Contrary to expectations, the Mexicans did not break camp and move on. When Jenny checked through Ty’s spyglass, the two men appeared to be arguing. Judging by their gestures, it appeared one wanted to leave the campsite while the other remained indecisive. There was still no sign of the missing men. Graciela, thank God, seemed unharmed.
Because it worried Jenny and Ty that the missing two men had not returned by sunset, they decided to wait until dawn to make their move. The delay would provide the absent cousins the greatest opportunity to reappear, and would give Jenny and Ty the greatest assurance that the missing men would not suddenly arrive in the midst of their attack.
The night passed slowly, with little conversation. Finally, to Jenny’s relief, the time arrived to shake the drowsiness from their heads, mount, and ride across the dark desert.
A hundred yards from the Mexican’s camp, they tethered their horses, then Jenny moved stealthily to the left and Ty silently circled the camp from the right. They came together again near a stunted cactus not far from where they had left their horses.
“There’s no outlying guard,” Jenny reported in a whisper, her lips nearly touching Ty’s ear. His muscles were taut, communicating his readiness for the fight to come. She shared his edginess. She, too, resonated with the need to release the tension of having spent so many feverishly speculative hours alone with him. The pressure of unrequited hankering jangled her nerves and unsettled her thoughts. The way she figured it, a righteous fight would do them both good and clear the air.
Ty cupped her chin in his palm and turned her head to position his mouth near her earlobe. A flow of warm breath and whispered words made her thighs tense.
“I think the missing men are dead. Looks like two fresh graves about twenty yards from the fire.”
Now it was again her turn. When she moved her head to whisper a reply, her lips grazed his chin and her breasts pressed lightly against his upper arm. “If they’re dead, then our odds just improved.”
Pulling back, he glared into her eyes. “What are you doing? You’re going to get our butts killed.”
Frowning, she peered through the darkness. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You know damned well what I’m talking about. These.”
His hand moved up between them and he cupped one breast, lifting the rounded weight in his palm. His unexpected touch exploded through her body like an invisible beam that instantly dissolved her bones.
The strength shot out of her legs, and Jenny dropped hard to her knees, which placed her at eye level with his thighs. She stared straight at his crotch. It was a damned fine crotch in her opinion, impressive, really, but right now she was too amazed to devote much thought to a crotch that had occupied her mind for most of the day.
At this moment, the impact of Ty’s warm hand cupping her breast rocked her mind like a small earthquake. She flat would not have believed that a man’s casual caress could drop her to her knees. Of course, no man had actually caressed her before. Based on her experience, men grabbed, mauled, pummeled, and kneaded. They didn’t gently cup, stroke, or caress.
“Je-zus,” she whispered, as he knelt down beside her.
“What’s wrong? Is it your arm? Something with your legs?”
“Don’t touch my breast again, or I’ll kick you in the groin,” she whispered angrily. Gripping his hand, she pulled herself to her feet, then shook off his fingers as if his touch were lethal.
“Then don’t go rubbing up against me like you did,” he snapped, speaking an inch from her lips. “Not when we’re about to start a fight. You have lousy timing.” He spread his hands and released an exasperated sound between his teeth. “All the damned day and all night, I’ve been waiting and hoping you’d show some interest. And when do you do it? Two minutes before we’re going to go in and risk getting ourselves killed—goddammit, Jenny.”
A rush of heat flushed her face. “I wasn’t rubbing on you! I was only leaning close to whisper in your fricking ear.” Defensive, she instantly forgot the thrill of pressing against him. “Are we going to do this, or are we going to stand here arguing until the sun comes up?”
They stood boot tip to boot tip, hat brim to hat brim, scowling at each other in the darkness of predawn, fighting a powerful backwash of hankering.
“One of the men is sitting up, asleep in front of the fire,” Ty whispered, frowning down at her mouth. “The other one is wrapped in a bedroll, sleeping on this side.”
“Graciela’s in the middle,” Jenny added. His gaze was narrow and cool, but his body radiated enough heat to scorch a woman’s hide. She was positive that his hard eyes burned an imprint on her lips. Swallowing, she thought about stepping backward, but her legs wouldn’t move away from him. “We have to figure the kid is going to get in the way, that she’s going to try to protect her fricking cousins.”
“How’s your arm?” A light touch brushed her shoulder. “Are you going to be able to use it?”
“It’s sore, but it won’t be a problem.” At least this time she didn’t humiliate herself by falling to her knees when he touched her. “I’ll take the cousin in the bedroll, and I’ll grab the kid. You take the cousin dozing by the fire. He’s the one most likely to give us trouble.”
They stared into each other’s eyes. “I’d like to kiss you for luck,” Ty said finally.
“Oh God, don’t do it.” She placed both palms on his chest and gave him a push. “You saw what a touch did to me. So don’t go trying for a kiss. Turn your butt around, and let’s get this fight over with.” Even the thought of kissing him made her stomach lurch into a long hot roll. Her legs had that boneless feeling again. “Damn it, Sanders. You’ve been tormenting me for hours with teasing remarks,” she whispered fiercely, getting angry. “I’m telling you for the last time…stop it.”
“What about you? For the first time in my life, I’m going into a fight with an erection! That kind of distraction can get a man killed.”
“See how you are?” she demanded, leaning into him, her eyes flashing. “There you go with more suggestive remarks.”
He swore softly, staring at the front of her poncho like he could see through it, then he pulled out his gun. “You’ve got me so worked up I can hardly think straight. Christ! Wait for my signal. We’ll strike at the same time.”
