Instinctively she tried to push him away, only to find that he was too strong to be so easily dispatched. By the time she realized that, the delicious pull of his mouth swept her mind clean of all rational thought. Instead of shoving, she made fists in his hair and drew him closer, her body arching against the solid wall of his. He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her even nearer, one large hand splayed on her buttock. The familiarity of his touch and the shocking heat of his skin against hers jerked her back to reality. Glancing down, she saw what was to her unthinkable, a man suckling at her breast, her white body clasped to his bronzed chest.
"What are you-- White people don't things like this. I'm sure they don't. Stop! Please?"
Alarmed by her tone, Hunter lifted his head to search her eyes. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her. The had strange customs, especially when it came to women's bodies. At this point he wasn't concerned with he made love to her, as long as he got it done. "You say it, and I will do it."
Confusion played upon her face. "What?"
"You say to me how."
Scarlet dotted her cheeks. She nibbled her lip, staring at him. " don't know how. It's just, well, there are certain things I'm sure no decent woman would--" Her pupils flared, turning her eyes dark. "Just get it finished."
Finished? Hunter regarded her for several charged seconds. Then an amused twinkle crept into his gaze. "Blue Eyes, if you do not know the way, we must do it the Comanche way."
"Well…yes, I suppose. It's just that I--Hunter?" He bent his dark head and trailed his lips to her other breast, nibbling and nudging her rigidly cupped fingers. "H-Hunter?"
"Be easy," he whispered. "It is well.
"What are you-- White people don't things like this. I'm sure they don't. Stop! Please?"
Alarmed by her tone, Hunter lifted his head to search her eyes. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her. The had strange customs, especially when it came to women's bodies. At this point he wasn't concerned with he made love to her, as long as he got it done. "You say it, and I will do it."
Confusion played upon her face. "What?"
"You say to me how."
Scarlet dotted her cheeks. She nibbled her lip, staring at him. " don't know how. It's just, well, there are certain things I'm sure no decent woman would--" Her pupils flared, turning her eyes dark. "Just get it finished."
Finished? Hunter regarded her for several charged seconds. Then an amused twinkle crept into his gaze. "Blue Eyes, if you do not know the way, we must do it the Comanche way."
"Well…yes, I suppose. It's just that I--Hunter?" He bent his dark head and trailed his lips to her other breast, nibbling and nudging her rigidly cupped fingers. "H-Hunter?"
"Be easy," he whispered. "It is well.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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