Looking up at Dancing Horse, her breath caught. He was even more handsome than she had first thought. His face was free of the paint he had been wearing. Jesse felt her pulse quicken. An aching started low in her belly. She had never experienced this sensation before. It frightened and intrigued her. Stamping down on her wild emotions, Jesse cleared her head. She must have been hit harder than she thought. Dancing Horse saw her reaction to him. He liked the way she looked at him. His groin tightened and throbbed with his wanting. He ached to take her here and now, but he could not. He wanted her willing, not fighting him. She would be in his tepee, and that would give him plenty of time to claim her for his own. This little wildcat would be more than willing when he took her to his bed.