Gentle fingertips on her shoulders, but it was enough. She spun around in his arms, he clutched her to him. She raised her face, he lowered his. In perfect tandem their lips met, a soft searching before the storm and the thunder.
His lips grew more demanding, he stroked hard hands down her back and buttocks. She pressed herself fully into the large bone of his erection, and moaned into his mouth. He suddenly drew away from her to press his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm, so warm. “Candice,” he breathed.
“Oh, Jack,” she whispered, finding his hair and threading it through her fingers.
“Shijii, darling …” He broke off, a choked sound, and lifted her, laying her on the hides. He knelt on the floor above her, she opened her arms wide. The look of anguished pleasure that swept his face made her want to enfold him to her breast all the more. “Come to me,” she whispered.
He groaned and stripped off his clothes rapidly, clumsily, tripping over one pant leg. Then he was kneeling over her, pulling her into his arms. “This time,shijii, this time,” he promised huskily, raining kisses on her mouth and throat, “this time I’ll make it so good …”
Just having him in her arms, kissing her desperately, his large, swollen member throbbing against her belly, was making her mind reel and her body throb at a precarious pitch. With his tongue thrusting in her mouth he reached down to slide his forefinger between the swollen lips of her groin, and she gasped, arching. “Jack.”
“Yes,” he said. “I want to watch you, darling, I want to watch you come.” Raising himself on his hands, he began rubbing the head of his penis against her, moving it slickly back and forth as her moans grew. She twisted wildly, beyond control and caring. Panting.
“Jack.”
“Come, baby, come for me.” And he thrust into her, and she came violently, crying aloud.
When she opened her eyes he was lying in her, watching her face with burning eyes, still hard and vitally alive inside her. He took a hank of her hair in one hand with brute strength, and with his other he captured both her wrists—kissing her deeply, fully. His legs pinned hers and she couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. Hot sparks flared.
She began moving her hips against his, lazily, but with growing urgency. He withdrew. “Jack.”
He didn’t answer. Still holding her wrists, he forced her thighs farther apart with his powerful legs, keeping her immobile. He was ducking his head to her groin and spreading her flesh, flicking his tongue over it. “Do you like this?”
It took her a moment to realize he had stopped and was waiting for her answer. “Yes.”
“And this?” His tongue traced a delicate route around her swollen clitoris.
She gasped, twitching but unable to move.
He raised his head. “Well?”
“Yes … please …”
“What about this?” He licked her, long and slowly.
“God,” she screamed, sobbing, exploding. She felt him thrusting into her again and again and again.…
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Where is he? Candice wondered lazily, still half asleep. She sighed and snuggled deeper beneath the heavy Navajo blanket, and all recollection of last night came flooding back to her. She had no choice but to flush furiously.
Jack had made love to her again and again, until they had both fallen into a deep, sated sleep, Candice curled up against his side with her face on his broad, warm chest. Sometime last night, too, she had woken up to find him throbbing against her leg, his hands moving slowly over her breasts, brushing erect nipples. They had made love again, a slow, sensual, dreamlike mating. She smiled with the remembrance.
And then her smile abruptly disappeared. She sat upright. Last night Shozkay would have made a decision regarding Hayilkah’s accusation that Jack had cheated him—that he wanted her back. A terrible anxiety rose up in her. She didn’t think Jack would listen if Shozkay decided she should be returned—or would he? She really didn’t know him. He was so different, so Apache, and she didn’t know or understand their ways. Candice got up and pulled on her dress, running her fingers through her tangled hair. She ducked outside.
There was the usual activity in camp. She looked for Jack but there was no sign of him. She started across the camp tothe gohwahLuz and Shozkay shared. The woman was kneeling over a hide, scraping hairs. She looked up and smiled.
Candice’s anxiety must have showed, because Luz said, “He is down by the creek.”
Her heart did a funny little flutter. “Thank you,” Candice said, and she was off, racing down one of the patte to the stream. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw him standing by a boulder at the water’s edge, talking with Shozkay. He was wearing only a loincloth and his knife, and was barefoot like she was. The sun, streaking through the branches overhead, glinted on the delicate veins of gold in his dark hair. His profile was breathtaking and perfect. She had to admire the broad width of his shoulders and the packed muscle of his chest. He turned and saw her and stopped in midconversation, staring.
Candice couldn’t look away—but she did blush. The look he was giving her wasthatkind of look.
Shozkay laughed, patted Jack on the arm, and started toward her. Candice managed to tear her gaze from Jack to smile politely at his brother. “Good morning.”
Shozkay gave her a warm smile. “Good morning,niña.”He passed her and trudged back to the camp.
Candice remembered the reason she had been looking for him—or one of them. She started forward at a run. A smile lifted the corners of Jack’s mouth, and she abruptly saw where he was looking—at her breasts bouncing, the nipples hard. She slowed to a walk, giving him a look. “You are no gentleman.”
