his side.
With a gentle hand beneath her chin, Adam raised Molly’s face to his. He lowered his head, lightly nibbling on her mouth until her lips parted. At her invitation, he deepened the kiss, tasting her, devouring her, loving her.
“I don’t believe that Eve wore so many clothes.” He began to unbutton the back of her dress while teasing her with his mouth.
Anticipation rippled through her as her trembling fingers worked his shirt buttons free. “I know the other Adam never wore a shirt.”
As he lowered her dress to her waist, Molly opened his shirt and ran her fingers through the wiry hair on his chest, gently tugging, then soothing the hurt. Adam removed his shirt and laid it behind Molly on the rough rock. He eased her down upon it as he freed the ribbons of her chemise.
Molly closed her eyes and absorbed the feelings Adam created with his touch. She felt the unfamiliar caress of the sunlight on her naked breasts when he pulled the sides of the chemise apart. His warm lips touched the sensitive peaks but moved quickly away when she arched her back for more.
“Not yet, Molly mine.” Abruptly, Adam stood and pulled Molly to her feet. He led her from the rock to the soft spring grass growing beneath the willow trees.
His breath caught at the look of love filling her gentle eyes. Adam quickly removed the remainder of his clothes and then hers before they sank together onto the cool grass.
“Now, sweetheart,” he whispered, his mouth teasing the tender skin where her neck joined her shoulders. “I’m going to love you as I’ve never loved you before. With the sun as our candle and the breeze our blanket, I’m going to make you mine for eternity.”
The afternoon was peaceful, a day made for drifting on a daydream. The clumping of the oxen’s hooves and the rattling of the wagon wheels on the trail were hypnotically repetitious. A slight breeze rustled through the new leaves on the trees, reminding Hawk of the sound of a lady’s petticoat as it slid down her thighs.
Shaking his head, Hawk wondered why he would associate the sound of leaves with something as sensual as a petticoat. It wasn’t normal for him to be so inattentive while in the wilderness. He had seen no one since Molly and Adam had left but he knew it was dangerous to become distracted when things were quiet. From his experience he knew something usually happened when things were at their quietest.
The scent of spring flowers drifted around him and he thought of a lady’s fragrance as he nuzzled against the soft skin of her neck. With the picture filling his mind, Hawk rubbed the back of his neck as a sense of anticipation wove its way through him.
He slowly became aware that his breathing was more labored and his muscles were tightening with tension. His hands were clenched fists around the reins as his eyes began to scan the area looking for a reason that would explain his odd frame of mind.
Spying something lying on the side of the trail, Hawk pulled the team to a halt. He tied the reins around the hand brake, grateful for a reason to climb down from the wagon. Trying to relieve some of the building tension, Hawk stretched, feeling his muscles bunch and relax at his command. Instead of releasing the tension it seemed to accelerate until his entire body was drawn as tight as a bowstring.
Ever alert for danger, in fact hoping for something to happen to alleviate his growing uneasiness, Hawk walked over to the thing lying in the trail. He recognized it immediately as the bonnet Molly had been wearing earlier.
His knowledgeable gaze traveled the trail, easily reading the signs. The distance separating the hoof marks and the depths of those marks told him the story. Concerned at first that Molly’s horse might have gotten out of her control, he carefully studied the trail. Unconsciously sighing with relief, Hawk realized that everything he saw pointed out that Molly had been in full control of her horse.
Hawk bent and
With a gentle hand beneath her chin, Adam raised Molly’s face to his. He lowered his head, lightly nibbling on her mouth until her lips parted. At her invitation, he deepened the kiss, tasting her, devouring her, loving her.
“I don’t believe that Eve wore so many clothes.” He began to unbutton the back of her dress while teasing her with his mouth.
Anticipation rippled through her as her trembling fingers worked his shirt buttons free. “I know the other Adam never wore a shirt.”
As he lowered her dress to her waist, Molly opened his shirt and ran her fingers through the wiry hair on his chest, gently tugging, then soothing the hurt. Adam removed his shirt and laid it behind Molly on the rough rock. He eased her down upon it as he freed the ribbons of her chemise.
Molly closed her eyes and absorbed the feelings Adam created with his touch. She felt the unfamiliar caress of the sunlight on her naked breasts when he pulled the sides of the chemise apart. His warm lips touched the sensitive peaks but moved quickly away when she arched her back for more.
“Not yet, Molly mine.” Abruptly, Adam stood and pulled Molly to her feet. He led her from the rock to the soft spring grass growing beneath the willow trees.
His breath caught at the look of love filling her gentle eyes. Adam quickly removed the remainder of his clothes and then hers before they sank together onto the cool grass.
“Now, sweetheart,” he whispered, his mouth teasing the tender skin where her neck joined her shoulders. “I’m going to love you as I’ve never loved you before. With the sun as our candle and the breeze our blanket, I’m going to make you mine for eternity.”
The afternoon was peaceful, a day made for drifting on a daydream. The clumping of the oxen’s hooves and the rattling of the wagon wheels on the trail were hypnotically repetitious. A slight breeze rustled through the new leaves on the trees, reminding Hawk of the sound of a lady’s petticoat as it slid down her thighs.
Shaking his head, Hawk wondered why he would associate the sound of leaves with something as sensual as a petticoat. It wasn’t normal for him to be so inattentive while in the wilderness. He had seen no one since Molly and Adam had left but he knew it was dangerous to become distracted when things were quiet. From his experience he knew something usually happened when things were at their quietest.
The scent of spring flowers drifted around him and he thought of a lady’s fragrance as he nuzzled against the soft skin of her neck. With the picture filling his mind, Hawk rubbed the back of his neck as a sense of anticipation wove its way through him.
He slowly became aware that his breathing was more labored and his muscles were tightening with tension. His hands were clenched fists around the reins as his eyes began to scan the area looking for a reason that would explain his odd frame of mind.
Spying something lying on the side of the trail, Hawk pulled the team to a halt. He tied the reins around the hand brake, grateful for a reason to climb down from the wagon. Trying to relieve some of the building tension, Hawk stretched, feeling his muscles bunch and relax at his command. Instead of releasing the tension it seemed to accelerate until his entire body was drawn as tight as a bowstring.
Ever alert for danger, in fact hoping for something to happen to alleviate his growing uneasiness, Hawk walked over to the thing lying in the trail. He recognized it immediately as the bonnet Molly had been wearing earlier.
His knowledgeable gaze traveled the trail, easily reading the signs. The distance separating the hoof marks and the depths of those marks told him the story. Concerned at first that Molly’s horse might have gotten out of her control, he carefully studied the trail. Unconsciously sighing with relief, Hawk realized that everything he saw pointed out that Molly had been in full control of her horse.
Hawk bent and
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