she left with Danny. Because she was going.
After this, after what she'd told him, after what she was going to do with him in
this dark barn, she'd have to leave.
"You know what this is going to lead
to?" he asked, his mouth poised just above her own as he found the last
button at her waist.
"Yes," she said, shaking. "I'll
be.. .leaving with Danny," she told him. She would, she'd have to, because
of what was going to happen now. She'd have to ask Danny to take her away,
today. He would, she knew. She couldn't tell him why, but he'd do what she
asked. Meanwhile, she wanted this man obsessively. And these few minutes with
him, even without his love, would last all her life. "You don't have to
love me. Just be my lover. I'll live on it.. .all my life!" Her voice
broke. "Because I lied. I do love you. I always have, always will. I love
you, Turk!" Her voice broke as his hands moved.
"You little fool! You're not old enough to
know what love is. This is just sex," he whispered angrily. But it didn't
feel like just sex as he pulled the fabric slowly away from her pretty pink
breasts and peeled it down to her waist, his darkening eyes sensuous on the
creamy flesh with its dark pink tips gone hard with desire. "And speaking
of little.. ."he murmured, reaching out to touch the tips with warm, slow
fingers, watching her body tauten and tremble, her breath indrawn sharply.
She let him lay her down, let him remove the
dress and the chemise and the garter belt and hose and shoes, until she was
nude under the dark warmth of his eyes and the scent of her own body filled her
nostrils.
"Cole and I used to talk about women when
we were overseas," he whispered, kneeling over her as he stripped off his
shirt. "He said that your grandfather was a full-blooded Comanche, and
that the old man used to say that Indians could smell a woman. Now I know what
he meant." He tossed his shirt aside and reached for his belt, smiling
sensually as she watched him. "Don't turn your face away, Katy," he
said gently as he began to lower the tight jeans and shorts he wore under them.
"You let me see you. Now I'm going to let you see me."
Her eyes widened as the jeans slid away from his
body.. .and she saw for herself the wild difference between man and woman,
between male and female.
"My God, what an expression!" He
laughed softly as he moved away long enough to remove the rest of his clothing.
"I've never seen a man...like that,"
she whispered as he stretched alongside her.
"Not even the Chicago hood?" he
taunted. "Oh.. .no," she said, her voice faltering, her eyes widening
as he loomed above her.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you too
much,"he said softly, Cole's warnings and his own misgivings drowning in a
passion too-long denied. His hand smoothed down her body, feeling the softness
of her breasts, brushing over her belly and down to the exquisite softness
below it. He touched her with blatant intimacy, and she flinched and caught at
his hand.
"Shh," he whispered. He opened his
mouth on hers, tasting its soft trembling, and ignored the dainty little hand
tugging halfheartedly at his fingers as he found a moist opening and began to
play around it.
Her body arched and her voice broke on a faint
little cry.
His lips lifted until they were just brushing
hers. "I don't have anything to use,"he whispered. "And I'm just
not confident enough to try rolling away from you in time. So we're going to
make love this way. I'm going to be your first man, but not technically. Do you
understand? I'm going to fulfill you without the risk of pregnancy, and then
I'm going to show you how to do it to me."
"But..." she protested as his fingers
moved again. She cried out, gasping, as he found more sensitive tissue and
began to stroke it.
"Look at me," he whispered as he
increased the pressure and the rhythm, holding her shocked eyes. "Let me
watch you."
Her face went bloodred as he stroked and
tormented. She began to writhe helplessly, and his dark eyes were all over
After this, after what she'd told him, after what she was going to do with him in
this dark barn, she'd have to leave.
"You know what this is going to lead
to?" he asked, his mouth poised just above her own as he found the last
button at her waist.
"Yes," she said, shaking. "I'll
be.. .leaving with Danny," she told him. She would, she'd have to, because
of what was going to happen now. She'd have to ask Danny to take her away,
today. He would, she knew. She couldn't tell him why, but he'd do what she
asked. Meanwhile, she wanted this man obsessively. And these few minutes with
him, even without his love, would last all her life. "You don't have to
love me. Just be my lover. I'll live on it.. .all my life!" Her voice
broke. "Because I lied. I do love you. I always have, always will. I love
you, Turk!" Her voice broke as his hands moved.
"You little fool! You're not old enough to
know what love is. This is just sex," he whispered angrily. But it didn't
feel like just sex as he pulled the fabric slowly away from her pretty pink
breasts and peeled it down to her waist, his darkening eyes sensuous on the
creamy flesh with its dark pink tips gone hard with desire. "And speaking
of little.. ."he murmured, reaching out to touch the tips with warm, slow
fingers, watching her body tauten and tremble, her breath indrawn sharply.
She let him lay her down, let him remove the
dress and the chemise and the garter belt and hose and shoes, until she was
nude under the dark warmth of his eyes and the scent of her own body filled her
nostrils.
"Cole and I used to talk about women when
we were overseas," he whispered, kneeling over her as he stripped off his
shirt. "He said that your grandfather was a full-blooded Comanche, and
that the old man used to say that Indians could smell a woman. Now I know what
he meant." He tossed his shirt aside and reached for his belt, smiling
sensually as she watched him. "Don't turn your face away, Katy," he
said gently as he began to lower the tight jeans and shorts he wore under them.
"You let me see you. Now I'm going to let you see me."
Her eyes widened as the jeans slid away from his
body.. .and she saw for herself the wild difference between man and woman,
between male and female.
"My God, what an expression!" He
laughed softly as he moved away long enough to remove the rest of his clothing.
"I've never seen a man...like that,"
she whispered as he stretched alongside her.
"Not even the Chicago hood?" he
taunted. "Oh.. .no," she said, her voice faltering, her eyes widening
as he loomed above her.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you too
much,"he said softly, Cole's warnings and his own misgivings drowning in a
passion too-long denied. His hand smoothed down her body, feeling the softness
of her breasts, brushing over her belly and down to the exquisite softness
below it. He touched her with blatant intimacy, and she flinched and caught at
his hand.
"Shh," he whispered. He opened his
mouth on hers, tasting its soft trembling, and ignored the dainty little hand
tugging halfheartedly at his fingers as he found a moist opening and began to
play around it.
Her body arched and her voice broke on a faint
little cry.
His lips lifted until they were just brushing
hers. "I don't have anything to use,"he whispered. "And I'm just
not confident enough to try rolling away from you in time. So we're going to
make love this way. I'm going to be your first man, but not technically. Do you
understand? I'm going to fulfill you without the risk of pregnancy, and then
I'm going to show you how to do it to me."
"But..." she protested as his fingers
moved again. She cried out, gasping, as he found more sensitive tissue and
began to stroke it.
"Look at me," he whispered as he
increased the pressure and the rhythm, holding her shocked eyes. "Let me
watch you."
Her face went bloodred as he stroked and
tormented. She began to writhe helplessly, and his dark eyes were all over
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