Read Online Gideon, Robin - Desire of the Phantom [Ecstasy in the Old West] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Robin Gideon - Free Book Online

gled with passionate excitement, however, the guards barely existed for her.
    Suddenly, Phantom grinned at Pamela condescendingly, and the anger that his expression evoked was an emotion she embraced. An ger was familiar to her. Intense sexual arousal wasn’t.
    “We’re not out of here yet,” Pamela said sharply, for a moment forgetting where she was. “What makes you think you wouldn’t— won’t —get caught?”
    “I trust my own abilities. I test them all the time. I know precisely who and what I am, and what I am capable of accomplishing.”
    “You’re conceited. People don’t know them selves that well.”
    “It’s a mistake to assume that your limitations are my limitations,” Phantom explained, speaking as though he was declaring an irrefutable fact.
    Pamela wanted to slap him, and she would have if they weren’t hiding from the guards.
    She glowered at him. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore. You always twist my words around. I don’t trust you.” She tried to position herself so that her body wasn’t touching his.
    Then turning away from Phantom, she peered around the edge of the brick chimney. All she could see of the guards below was shadows, so she knew they couldn’t see anything at all of her. Now she felt safe from them, but not from the infuriating stranger in the black mask and cape who had already saved her life once that night and had shown her that her body wasn’t as unfeeling and un responsive as she’d always assumed.
    “Is it me that you don’t trust, or yourself and how you behave when you’re in my arms?”
    Pamela glared at Phantom. Why did everything he said make her want to slap the smile from his lips or kiss them?
    “I don’t think you’re one to talk about trust. You don’t trust me enough to give me my revolver back.”
    “Oh?”
    Pamela held her hand out. “Then give it to me. If we get in a fight with those men down there, you’ll need my help.”
    “I can’t give you back your pistol again.”
    “What do you mean, you can’t? Did you leave it in the bedroom?” Pamela exclaimed, her voice rising dangerously. She wasn’t certain the gun could be identified as hers, but the risk of it was enough to send a chill through her.
    Then, seeing the half smile curling Phantom’s far-too- tempting lips, she thought about his words, paying a bit more attention to them this time.
    “What do you mean, again?”
    Without looking, Pamela placed her right hand down to her holster. The hard, smooth, reassuringly familiar walnut grip of the Colt greeted her palm. Somehow, Phantom had slipped the revolver back into the holster without her ever becoming aware of it.
    “When did you…How?”
    “I had tucked it into my waistband. When we were kissing, I didn’t want anything separating us, so I gave it back to you,” Phantom explained. “You see, I trust you more than you think.”
    He reached out to brush his fingertips against Pamela’s soft cheek. His gaze dipped down briefly to her breasts, which rose and fell with her deep, ragged breath ing. Pamela felt her nipples tighten even more, her body responding instinctively to this wicked man’s seductive charm and heated gaze.
    “Now it is time for you to trust me a little,” Phantom continued, his throat tight with sexual tension as his fin gertips passed along her cheek and throat. “I’ve got a plan to get away from here without anyone seeing us. Follow me, and you’ll get out as well. Continue to fight me, and you can take your chances with Darwell’s bodyguards. Inci dentally, most have a price on their head in one territory or another. That’s the kind of man Jonathon Darwell likes to hire to carry a gun for him.”
    Pamela had known that the men working for Darwell were dangerous, though she hadn’t known exactly how danger ous until this moment. Studying Phantom, she wondered how he could have learned so much about the Darwell man sion and the men on the Darwell bankroll. The Midnight Phantom