Thank you for bringing me home. My heart will sing a song of friendship when I think of you, Hunter--for always into the horizon."
He gestured toward the stallion. "You will take him. He is strong and swift. He will carry you back to Comanche land, eh?"
"Oh, no! I couldn't. He's yours!"
"He walks a new way now. You are his good friend."
Tears sprang to her eyes. "I will never return to Comancheria, Hunter. Please, keep your horse."
"You keep. He is my gift to you, Blue Eyes."
Words eluded Loretta. Before she thought it through, she rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his in what she intended to be a quick kiss of farewell.
Hunter had heard of this strange custom called kissing. The thought of two people pressing their open mouths together had always disgusted him. Loretta was a different matter, however. Before she could pull away, he captured her face between his hands and tipped her head back to nibble lightly at her mouth. To learn the taste of her. And to remember. As inexpert as he was, when his mouth touched hers, a wave of heat zigzagged through him, pooling like fire low in his belly. Her lips were soft and full, as sweet as warm , honey. She gasped, and when she did, he dipped his tongue past her teeth to taste her moistness, which was even sweeter and made him think of other sweet places he would like to taste. Hunter at last understood why the liked kissing.
She clutched his wrists and leaned away from him. He drew back and smiled, his palms still framing her face. Her large eyes shone as blue as the sky above them, startled and wary, just as they had so many times those first few days. She was like his mother's beadwork, beautiful on the outside, a confusing tangle on the inside. Would he never understand her?
"Good-bye, Hunter."
Reluctantly he released her and watched her lead the horse down the hill. At the base of the slope she turned and looked back. Their gazes met and held. Then she turned toward home and broke into a trot, the horse trailing behind her. Hunter shook his head. Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride.
He gestured toward the stallion. "You will take him. He is strong and swift. He will carry you back to Comanche land, eh?"
"Oh, no! I couldn't. He's yours!"
"He walks a new way now. You are his good friend."
Tears sprang to her eyes. "I will never return to Comancheria, Hunter. Please, keep your horse."
"You keep. He is my gift to you, Blue Eyes."
Words eluded Loretta. Before she thought it through, she rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his in what she intended to be a quick kiss of farewell.
Hunter had heard of this strange custom called kissing. The thought of two people pressing their open mouths together had always disgusted him. Loretta was a different matter, however. Before she could pull away, he captured her face between his hands and tipped her head back to nibble lightly at her mouth. To learn the taste of her. And to remember. As inexpert as he was, when his mouth touched hers, a wave of heat zigzagged through him, pooling like fire low in his belly. Her lips were soft and full, as sweet as warm , honey. She gasped, and when she did, he dipped his tongue past her teeth to taste her moistness, which was even sweeter and made him think of other sweet places he would like to taste. Hunter at last understood why the liked kissing.
She clutched his wrists and leaned away from him. He drew back and smiled, his palms still framing her face. Her large eyes shone as blue as the sky above them, startled and wary, just as they had so many times those first few days. She was like his mother's beadwork, beautiful on the outside, a confusing tangle on the inside. Would he never understand her?
"Good-bye, Hunter."
Reluctantly he released her and watched her lead the horse down the hill. At the base of the slope she turned and looked back. Their gazes met and held. Then she turned toward home and broke into a trot, the horse trailing behind her. Hunter shook his head. Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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