She pulled her lips away. She gazed at him in the moonlight, his eyes shining with passion. “Tell me what is in your heart,” Fire Thunder whispered huskily.
“I want you,” Kaylene whispered. She reached her hands to the tail end of his shirt and lifted it slowly up his powerful chest, and then over his head.
Fire Thunder placed his hands at her waist and lifted her from him. He drew her to her feet before him. Methodically, slowly, meditatively, he undressed her.
She, in turn, slowly finished undressing him, until they were both standing nude in the soft night air, hardly aware of the rustling of leaves overhead as the breeze sang through them.
Fire Thunder gazed at Kaylene, his pulse racing as he once again became in awe of her gentle curves. He ran his fingers over her breasts, then lower across her flat stomach. He splayed them over that shock of hair that framed that part of her that he hungered for.
When he thrust a finger inside her, he watched Kaylene’s expression turn to ecstasy as she closed her eyes, sighing. He stroked her woman’s center.
He leaned low over her and flicked his tongue over one of her breasts, the nipple hardening.
“Take me, darling,” Kaylene whispered, as she reached down and touched his thick, long shaft. Her voice quivered emotionally in her excitement. “Fill me.”
He sucked in a breath of passion when she came to him and leaned her soft body against the hardness of his. He placed his hands at her buttocks, and when she lifted a leg around one of his, she guided him inside her pulsing cleft. She threw her head back in a guttural sigh of pleasure when he began his eager thrusts.
He drove inside her as he held her in place against him, then withdrew from her and lay her down on the blanket that he had spread beside the fire.
He moved over her and parted her thighs. His warm breath mingled with hers as he kissed her, then shoved himself deeply inside her.
When he entered her she shuddered sensually. She rode with him as he began his rhythmic strokes.
Fire Thunder
reverently breathed her name against her neck as his lips slid from her mouth. Then again he kissed her long and deep and moved slowly, powerfully within her.
His mouth slid from her lips and showered her with feathery kisses along her throat until he reached a breast. With exquisite tenderness he chewed on the nipple.
They made love until they were exhausted.
Then they drew blankets around their shoulders and sat beside the fire, their eyes heavenward. “It is such a beautiful night,” Kaylene murmured. She giggled as she gazed over at him. “In many ways, my love.”
Suddenly there was a meteor shower overhead.
Fire Thunder jumped to his feet as though he had been shot as he watched the falling stars.
Kaylene dropped the blanket from around her and rose quickly to her feet beside Fire Thunder. She stared at him, seeing terror in the depths of his eyes for the first time, ever.
“What is it?” she gasped. “You look so frightened?”
“Do you see what is happening in the heavens tonight?” he said, his voice drawn.
“Yes, it is a meteor shower,” Kaylene said warily. “I . . . I think it is quite lovely.”
“There is nothing lovely or good about it,” Fire Thunder cursed as he gave Kaylene a quick frown.
“Why not?” Kaylene asked softly. “Or is it something in your customs that causes your reactions? Do meteor showers mean something bad to the Kickapoo?”
“It forewarns disaster,” Fire Thunder said in a tone of voice that sent splays of icy fingers across Kaylene’s flesh.
Kaylene recalled the one other time when Fire Thunder had been away from his village and he had been forewarned of a disaster. He had been right to be alarmed then.
Was he also this time? she despaired to herself.
Chapter 27
We met on roads of laughter;—