Her Prairie Knight
so! God made you for me, and I'm starving for the feel of your lips on mine." Then Keith, who was nothing if not daring, once he was roused, bent and kissed her without waiting to see if he might—and not only once, but several times.
Beatrice made a half-hearted attempt to get free of his arms, but Keith was not a fool—he held her closer, and laughed from pure, primitive joy.
"Mr. Cameron!" It was Beatrice's voice, but it had never been like that before.
"I think you might call me Keith," he cut in. "You've got to begin some time, and now is as good a time as any."
"You—you're taking a good deal for granted," she said, wriggling unavailingly in his arms.
"A man's got to, with a girl like you. You're so used to turning a fellow down I believe you'd do it just from habit."
"Indeed?" She was trying to be sarcastic and got kissed for her pains.
"Yes, 'indeed.'" He mimicked her tone. "I want you. I want you! I wanted you long before I ever saw you. And so I'm not taking any chances—I didn't dare, you see. I just had to take you first, and ask you afterward."
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