suggested.
Like rocks.
After a moment Lincs hand slowly slid from between Hollys legs. Even as he withdrew, he
caressed her. She tried to bite back a sound of hunger and desire, but couldnt.
Dont, Linc whispered hoarsely. When you make that sound I want to take off all your
clothes and taste every bit of you until you scream.
Suddenly he buried his face in the warmth that lay between Hollys thighs.
The heat of his breath and the wild intimacy of his caress shocked Holly. She stiffened.
Linc
When he saw her face, he swore silently at his own lack of control. Holly indeed must be
as innocent as she looked.
Youre right, Linc said, slowly releasing her. Sand Dancer sounds like hes in trouble or
planning to get that way real soon.
Numbly she nodded.
But despite Hollys shock, she was empty when Linc didnt touch her. She wanted nothing more
than to feel him pressed against her again, to hold him until the burning in her body
consumed them both.
Then Holly sensed Lincs eyes watching her and knew that her thoughts were as plain to him
as if she had spoken them aloud.
Very carefully she eased her hands out of his hair, feeling each crisp lock sliding
between her sensitive fingers. With hands that shook so much she was clumsy, she tucked in
her jacket once more.
Linc didnt offer to help her. Holly didnt ask. Both knew that if he touched her again, he
wouldnt let her go.
Desert Rain
Six
Moving quickly, Holly jammed her feet into her shoes and untied the tent flap. A bright
triangle of sunlight swept into the tent, nearly blinding her.
Blinking, she turned back to Linc to ask if he was sure he was all right. Her mouth
opened, but no words came out.
A single look at Linc and Holly forgot what she was going to ask.
He was reaching for his clothes. Sunlight poured over his skin, turning it into polished
bronze. The dark hairs on his body burned like molten amber, shimmering and shifting with
each move he made. Muscles coiled and shifted smoothly, powerfully, telling of a strength
he accepted as casually as he accepted the number of fingers on his hands.
Then Linc turned onto his side and the sleeping bag fell off his hips, leaving him
completely naked.
Distantly Holly thought that she should be embarrassed or appalled, but she was neither.
Lincs male beauty transcended narrow definitions of right and wrong, wise and foolish,
proper and improper.
When she finally looked up from his fully aroused body, she found herself caught and held
by his eyes. He had been watching her even as she watched him. Slowly Linc smiled.
Hollys heart turned over. Desire shivered visibly through her. She remembered how it had
felt to be nearly naked in his arms, his breath hot against her body, his mouth separated
from her softness by a single thickness of cloth.
Come here, Holly. Lincs voice was husky, as urgent as his aroused, vibrant flesh. The
Arabian neighed frantically, repeatedly. With a harsh, frustrated sound, Holly turned and
fled from the tent.
After the intimate twilight of the tent, the sun was almost overwhelming. Though the damp
ground sent tendrils of vapor into the air, there were only a few puddles left. Once
softened, the land drank water like
a tawny sponge.
Holly pushed her way through clumps of brush. Branches shaken by her passage drenched her
with water and the pungent smell of sage.
The Arabian stood with his head up, ears pricked forward until their tips almost touched.
The tarp Holly had tied onto him last night had slipped to one side. Her blouse was still
in place around the horses front legs, hobbling him.
The animal snorted as she approached. He watched her with dark, wary eyes.
Holly spoke in low, comforting tones. Her movements were the same, measured and reassuring.
Good morning, Sand Dancer, she said. You look like a mess, what with your grubby white
hobble and your pea-soup tarp. The twine doesnt do much for the
Like rocks.
After a moment Lincs hand slowly slid from between Hollys legs. Even as he withdrew, he
caressed her. She tried to bite back a sound of hunger and desire, but couldnt.
Dont, Linc whispered hoarsely. When you make that sound I want to take off all your
clothes and taste every bit of you until you scream.
Suddenly he buried his face in the warmth that lay between Hollys thighs.
The heat of his breath and the wild intimacy of his caress shocked Holly. She stiffened.
Linc
When he saw her face, he swore silently at his own lack of control. Holly indeed must be
as innocent as she looked.
Youre right, Linc said, slowly releasing her. Sand Dancer sounds like hes in trouble or
planning to get that way real soon.
Numbly she nodded.
But despite Hollys shock, she was empty when Linc didnt touch her. She wanted nothing more
than to feel him pressed against her again, to hold him until the burning in her body
consumed them both.
Then Holly sensed Lincs eyes watching her and knew that her thoughts were as plain to him
as if she had spoken them aloud.
Very carefully she eased her hands out of his hair, feeling each crisp lock sliding
between her sensitive fingers. With hands that shook so much she was clumsy, she tucked in
her jacket once more.
Linc didnt offer to help her. Holly didnt ask. Both knew that if he touched her again, he
wouldnt let her go.
Desert Rain
Six
Moving quickly, Holly jammed her feet into her shoes and untied the tent flap. A bright
triangle of sunlight swept into the tent, nearly blinding her.
Blinking, she turned back to Linc to ask if he was sure he was all right. Her mouth
opened, but no words came out.
A single look at Linc and Holly forgot what she was going to ask.
He was reaching for his clothes. Sunlight poured over his skin, turning it into polished
bronze. The dark hairs on his body burned like molten amber, shimmering and shifting with
each move he made. Muscles coiled and shifted smoothly, powerfully, telling of a strength
he accepted as casually as he accepted the number of fingers on his hands.
Then Linc turned onto his side and the sleeping bag fell off his hips, leaving him
completely naked.
Distantly Holly thought that she should be embarrassed or appalled, but she was neither.
Lincs male beauty transcended narrow definitions of right and wrong, wise and foolish,
proper and improper.
When she finally looked up from his fully aroused body, she found herself caught and held
by his eyes. He had been watching her even as she watched him. Slowly Linc smiled.
Hollys heart turned over. Desire shivered visibly through her. She remembered how it had
felt to be nearly naked in his arms, his breath hot against her body, his mouth separated
from her softness by a single thickness of cloth.
Come here, Holly. Lincs voice was husky, as urgent as his aroused, vibrant flesh. The
Arabian neighed frantically, repeatedly. With a harsh, frustrated sound, Holly turned and
fled from the tent.
After the intimate twilight of the tent, the sun was almost overwhelming. Though the damp
ground sent tendrils of vapor into the air, there were only a few puddles left. Once
softened, the land drank water like
a tawny sponge.
Holly pushed her way through clumps of brush. Branches shaken by her passage drenched her
with water and the pungent smell of sage.
The Arabian stood with his head up, ears pricked forward until their tips almost touched.
The tarp Holly had tied onto him last night had slipped to one side. Her blouse was still
in place around the horses front legs, hobbling him.
The animal snorted as she approached. He watched her with dark, wary eyes.
Holly spoke in low, comforting tones. Her movements were the same, measured and reassuring.
Good morning, Sand Dancer, she said. You look like a mess, what with your grubby white
hobble and your pea-soup tarp. The twine doesnt do much for the
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