Quickly, talk of religion waned and p
leasures blossomed. She twined her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.
It was easy to forget her injured shoulder, her past hostility, her anger.
She moaned as one of his hands slowly began sliding up one of her legs, his fingers exploring tantalizingly.
Her head spinning, desire leaping through her veins, Kaylene tried to find the senses required to say no to him.
But her needs overpowered her logic and she trembled when his hands finally found that secret place between her thighs and began a slow caress.
And she allowed it.
How could she not? she thought, with reeling senses. This need for him outweighed anything that she had ever felt in her life!
Chapter 14
Keep, if thou wilt, thy maiden peace,
still calm and fancy free,
For God forbid thy gladsome heart
should grow less glad for me.
—JOHN MOULTRIE
Hardly able to stand the ecstasy, weakened by it, Kaylene wrenched herself free from Fire Thunder, breathing hard. With a rapid heartbeat, she shoved her skirt down across her legs.
She gazed into Fire Thunder’s blue eyes, startled by the intensity of her feelings for him.
Yet his feelings seemed the same for her. His eyes were charged with emotion. His chiseled face was a mask of naked desire. His jaw was tight, the muscles in his neck tightly corded.
Having never been rendered helpless so quickly by anything before, and afraid of it, Kaylene took a slow step away from Fire Thunder. She was aware of the keen silence in the cabin. She wondered if Fire Thunder could even hear the pounding of her heart.
Knowing that the first time for women was sometimes frightening, and wanting to reassure Kaylene that what they wanted of each other was beautiful and right, Fire Thunder moved slowly, cautiously toward her.
She said nothing, only watched him as he came closer. She could go no farther. She could feel the heat of the fire on her back. The fireplace kept her from stepping away from him.
She gasped when his hands were suddenly on her cheeks, his thumbs gently stroking them. Closing her eyes, she shuddered with ecstasy when he suddenly enfolded her in his hard, strong arms, pressing her against him.
As his lips claimed hers, and he held her so tenderly to him, she was no longer afraid. It was as though his lips were drugging her, speaking to her, telling her that the only thing alive tonight in this cabin was passion—sweet, wonderful, undying passion.
This passion was them: how they felt for one another, how they finally allowed themselves to feel.
Fire Thunder’s mouth slipped away from Kaylene’s lips to whisper against her cheek. “Say you want me,” he said huskily.
One of his hands fell between them. He could feel the sensual shock of her body when he cupped one of her breasts into the heat of his palm. Softly, he stroked the breast through her blouse, hoping that within the next few, anxious minutes, he would finally be able to touch the silken flesh of the breast itself.
Through the material of her blouse, he could feel the nipple hardening against his palm. He knew for certain now that she sorely desired him.
Recalling how it had felt when his hand was beneath her skirt, caressing her where she still strangely ached, and, again, as before, feeling how wonderful it was to have his hand on one of her breasts, Kaylene wished for more, for the total fulfillment a woman could find with a man. Each moment with Fire Thunder brought her new awakenings.
Oh, Lord, just how much more was he going to arouse in her that was beautifully wonderful?
It made her tremble at the thought.
“Say . . . you . . . want me,” Fire Thunder whispered against her lips.