Loretta didn't realize she had drifted off to sleep until she awoke to the delicious warmth of Hunter's lips on her throat. She opened her eyes slowly, registering his presence beside her. A shaft of moonlight coming through the smoke hole gilded the broad shoulders that canopied hers. His solid chest, warm and silken, pinned her against soft fur. A wonderfully hard arm encircled her, his broad wrist pressed against her spine, his long fingers fanning between her shoulder blades. She let her head fall back to accommodate his caressing mouth.
"
," she whispered.
"Hello," he murmured against her ear, sending spirals of longing down her spine.
Coming aware by degrees, Loretta tucked in her chin to glance down, shocked to see her white skin glowing in the moonlight. It was shameless to be lying next to him like this. She tensed, but the brush of his lips along her throat robbed her of the will to move. Not that she could have if she tried. There was an urgency in the way he held her, a tautness in his body. His hips moved forward against hers, leaving her in no doubt that he wanted her, again. "Hunter…what about Amy? It's dark outside."
"I tied the flap closed. She will go to my mother." His voice was husky, throbbing. He slid his hand down her back to her bottom and drew her firmly against him. His hardness jabbed her abdomen, and she flinched. He drew back and looked down at her, his eyes shot with silver in the moonlight. "You hurt?"
Loretta knew he had gone to great lengths to be gentle with her earlier, but she was sore nonetheless. The ache was to be expected, she felt sure, and probably would disappear in a day or two. "I'm fine."
He slid his hand to her belly, his strong fingers probing carefully, his gaze alert on her face for telltale signs of pain. "Ah, Blue Eyes, I think you lie."
His gentleness and concern touched her. "It isn't that bad, truly. If you want to--" Heat flooded her cheeks as the impropriety of what she had nearly said struck her.
His mouth quirked in a knowing grin. "This Comanche has much want, but I will wait.
"
," she whispered.
"Hello," he murmured against her ear, sending spirals of longing down her spine.
Coming aware by degrees, Loretta tucked in her chin to glance down, shocked to see her white skin glowing in the moonlight. It was shameless to be lying next to him like this. She tensed, but the brush of his lips along her throat robbed her of the will to move. Not that she could have if she tried. There was an urgency in the way he held her, a tautness in his body. His hips moved forward against hers, leaving her in no doubt that he wanted her, again. "Hunter…what about Amy? It's dark outside."
"I tied the flap closed. She will go to my mother." His voice was husky, throbbing. He slid his hand down her back to her bottom and drew her firmly against him. His hardness jabbed her abdomen, and she flinched. He drew back and looked down at her, his eyes shot with silver in the moonlight. "You hurt?"
Loretta knew he had gone to great lengths to be gentle with her earlier, but she was sore nonetheless. The ache was to be expected, she felt sure, and probably would disappear in a day or two. "I'm fine."
He slid his hand to her belly, his strong fingers probing carefully, his gaze alert on her face for telltale signs of pain. "Ah, Blue Eyes, I think you lie."
His gentleness and concern touched her. "It isn't that bad, truly. If you want to--" Heat flooded her cheeks as the impropriety of what she had nearly said struck her.
His mouth quirked in a knowing grin. "This Comanche has much want, but I will wait.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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