Savage Flames

She placed the palms of her hands there and tried to cool her flesh with them. She didn’t want Wolf Dancer to awaken and find her blushing like a timid child.

She wanted him to see her love for him, her need. She hoped he would open his arms to her and welcome her into his bed.

She could even envision him removing the dress and moccasins as he gazed at her with those mystifying green eyes.

She could almost feel his lips where no man’s lips had been before—on her aching breasts. Her husband had been timid in his own way and had never kissed her anywhere except her mouth. He had not even caressed her breasts, as she knew most men were wont to do.

She had not hungered for any of those things, eventhough she knew it was a natural thing for a man to worship a woman’s body, especially his wife’s.

But all that Virgil had wanted was the release her body provided. She had always lain there, almost lifeless, as he thrust endlessly into her until he finally attained what he sought from her.

He had always spent only another moment in her bed, which he took to give her a quick peck on her cheek, and then he departed for his own room. He would leave Lavinia feeling strangely used, and with a longing that she doubted would ever be fulfilled. She had discovered shortly after they were married that her husband knew only what to do to find the release his body cried out for.

Now it was Lavinia whose body cried out for release. For the first time in her life, she wanted to be with a man in every way. And she did not think she was brazen for feeling such things. Wanting to be loved was not shameful!

Having bolstered her courage enough to proceed with her plan, Lavinia slowly approached Wolf Dancer’s bed.

The light was dim coming from the window, since it was still so early in the morning. But there was enough light to see across the room where Wolf Dancer lay.

She hadn’t expected to find him sleeping in the nude, as she now saw he was. She could not stop another blush from rushing to her cheeks, for she felt as though she had invaded his privacy. Surely Wolf Dancer did not expect a woman to come to his bed unannounced, especially at this time of day.

She knew she should go back to her room, but the sight of him caused her to stand there frozen, her eyes taking in every inch of his beautiful, bronzed body.

His long black hair was spread out beneath his head, framing his sculpted face. The muscles of his shoulders and arms bulged, even relaxed in sleep.

She ached to run her hands over those muscles, and feel them against her own flesh!

She let her eyes roam slowly lower, marveling at his muscled chest, past his flat belly, to see something that made her knees almost buckle. Her gaze froze on that part of him that God had been so generous with.

She had only seen one other man naked and that had been her husband.

Now that she saw this man in the nude, she understood the vast difference possible between two males.

And this man, whose bronzed body was so beautiful, was not even awake or aroused. When he was fully excited, surely he could give a woman such loving that she would never want it to end.

“What am I thinking?” Lavinia whispered to herself, framing her face between her hands at the realization of where her mind had shamefully taken her. But she couldn’t help herself. Her body was reacting in many strange, yet sensually exciting ways. She now knew that she couldn’t leave this place without finding out what it was really like to be loved.

She knew just how much Wolf Dancer loved her; perhaps he would demonstrate it in ways that she had never known were possible.

Suddenly his eyes opened and he was staring at her with those beautiful green eyes. Gazing at her in wonder, he slowly leaned up on an elbow.

“I’m sorry,” Lavinia murmured. Her pulse raced so hard, she was afraid he might hear her heart beating.

“I didn’t mean…” she quickly began, before he had the chance to speak. Then she halted, feeling too awkward to say anything else, or even remember what she had planned to say.

Wolf Dancer was not really surprised to find her there. When they had parted last night, they had left something undone between them.

It seemed that Lavinia had awakened feeling those needs that had been left unanswered when she had gone to bed without him.

“Come to me,” Wolf Dancer said, standing, the muscles of his legs flexing as he took a step toward her. “I was just dreaming about you.”

“You were?” Lavinia asked, her voice sounding strange to her now in its huskiness. But everything about her body was suddenly different.

She smiled sheepishly. “I had to come,” she murmured. “Was I wrong to?”

“In my dream I beckoned to you to come,” Wolf Dancer said huskily as his passion for her filled his very soul. “You heard me calling for you. You answered my call.”

“When I awakened, you were the first thing I thought of. Last night when we parted, I was so tired I could not have…” she began.