Hunter?" She grasped his shoulders for support, digging her nails into his flesh. "Hunter?"
"I am here. Be easy." He slid a hand to the nape of her neck and turned her face back to him. "Be easy."
Loretta's legs felt like wet clay. As his mouth again claimed hers, a hundred possibilities ran through her mind, all frightening. Then sensation wiped out everything. There was only Hunter, solid and warm and gentle, holding her in rock-hard arms, his body bracing hers.
Even in her inexperience, she sensed that kissing was new to him, that he was doing it only to please her. But after a few experimental nibbles, he mastered the art, claiming her mouth with a shattering thoroughness, his tongue thrusting deep, the sensuous rhythm he struck as old as time. Loretta leaned into him, sliding her hands into his hair, forgetting for a moment to be afraid. Looping an arm under her bottom, he lifted her against him. She could feel his heart slamming. Or was it hers? It didn't matter. All that mattered were the feelings sweeping through her.
When at last Hunter drew back for air, his dark eyes were cloudy with tenderness. He smiled a slow, thoughtful smile and, sliding her down his thighs, let her feet touch the floor. With infinite slowness he grasped the tails of her overblouse and skimmed the leather lightly up her ribs, grazing her sensitized breasts. Loretta glued her gaze to his, bracing herself.
"I'm frightened," she said shakily.
"I am frightened beside you," he murmured.
"You? But why are you--"
"Because you are sunshine. Because you make a glad song inside me. I have great fear that you will go away from me." He drew the blouse over her head and tossed it aside. Smiling, he smoothed her hair, then lifted its heavy length to resettle it around her white shoulders so it covered her breasts. Skimming his palms down her slender arms, he found the drawstring that held up her skirt and made fast work of untying the knot. "
"
She clutched her skirt. "What does that mean?"
"I love you."
"Oh, Hunter.
"I am here. Be easy." He slid a hand to the nape of her neck and turned her face back to him. "Be easy."
Loretta's legs felt like wet clay. As his mouth again claimed hers, a hundred possibilities ran through her mind, all frightening. Then sensation wiped out everything. There was only Hunter, solid and warm and gentle, holding her in rock-hard arms, his body bracing hers.
Even in her inexperience, she sensed that kissing was new to him, that he was doing it only to please her. But after a few experimental nibbles, he mastered the art, claiming her mouth with a shattering thoroughness, his tongue thrusting deep, the sensuous rhythm he struck as old as time. Loretta leaned into him, sliding her hands into his hair, forgetting for a moment to be afraid. Looping an arm under her bottom, he lifted her against him. She could feel his heart slamming. Or was it hers? It didn't matter. All that mattered were the feelings sweeping through her.
When at last Hunter drew back for air, his dark eyes were cloudy with tenderness. He smiled a slow, thoughtful smile and, sliding her down his thighs, let her feet touch the floor. With infinite slowness he grasped the tails of her overblouse and skimmed the leather lightly up her ribs, grazing her sensitized breasts. Loretta glued her gaze to his, bracing herself.
"I'm frightened," she said shakily.
"I am frightened beside you," he murmured.
"You? But why are you--"
"Because you are sunshine. Because you make a glad song inside me. I have great fear that you will go away from me." He drew the blouse over her head and tossed it aside. Smiling, he smoothed her hair, then lifted its heavy length to resettle it around her white shoulders so it covered her breasts. Skimming his palms down her slender arms, he found the drawstring that held up her skirt and made fast work of untying the knot. "
"
She clutched her skirt. "What does that mean?"
"I love you."
"Oh, Hunter.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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