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Category: Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: A man with a dark secret and a woman without a heritage fight to have it all even as the world tries to tear them apart... Malachi Hawkins left his home to move west as soon as he was old enough. Running from a family secret that he can never escape, he takes a job on the ranch of an old family friend, Lee Rose. The first night he's there, he meets Christian Rose, Lee's foster daughter, a young woman of mixed Comanche blood. They call her a savage and treat her like the family slave, but Mal doesn't see a savage at all. He sees a woman of unbelievable strength--and a kindred spirit. But his secret is bound to catch up with him, and when it does, it could destroy both of them forever... Genres: Historical / The Old West / Interracial / Multicultural
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [111 KB]
Words: 23372
Reading time: 66-93 min.

Christian slid back until she straddled his legs, her bottom resting just above his knees. She could reach his belt in her new position and she pulled it free with little effort. He didn't stop touching her while she worked on his pants. His fingers roamed over her arms, her neck, her jaw. A part of him was convinced he needed to indulge in as much contact as he could, and hoard every caress, for fear he would never get another chance. Anything could keep them apart from each other, and in the morning, this could seem like nothing more than a dream. Mal didn't want to risk that. He didn't want to risk getting caught with nothing but a memory, and regret he didn't touch her enough or show her how he felt.

Mal shuddered as Christian reached into his pants to grip his length. He had never noticed just how rough her fingers were until they were caressing his smooth shaft. She touched him boldly, without any sense of hesitation or fear.

"I'm not your first, am I?"

"No." She crossed her arms in a plainly defensive gesture. "Does this mean you don't want me?"

Mal took her wrists and gently forced her to uncross her arms. "Of course not." He caressed her pounding pulse with his thumb. "I want you, Christian. You."

"I'm not a..."

"I know you're not."

Christian slid up his body, until the tip of his cock was touching the welcoming flesh between her legs. He could smell hints of her arousal over the hay and dust, and her heat seeped through him. His cock jerked, the wet tip brushing against her skin. She leaned forward, bracing herself against his chest with one hand while she positioned his cock at her opening with the other.

Mal forced himself to remain still. He wanted to thrust his hips forward and drive himself deeply into her body, but he wanted her to control their coupling. She slowly lowered herself onto his length, until he was completely sheathed, and her walls were pulsing around him. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes were wide as she stared at him. He stared back, committing her features to memory.

She clenched around his shaft and began to rock against him, keeping the strokes shallow and slow. Mal caught the back of her head and drew her mouth down to his, and he slid his tongue against hers in the same rhythm. Their bodies moved together perfectly, until it felt like Christian was going to melt into his flesh. He forgot about the floorboards, the scratchy blanket beneath his head, and the dust coating his face and hands. He forgot about everything that wasn't her exquisite body, or the heated friction between them.

Christian didn't make a sound, as Mal expected. She barely even breathed. Without the lantern, it would have been like making love to a ghost. Or to a dream. But the sight of her reassured him that she was all too real. And she needed him. He dragged his fingertips down her back, rising and falling with each sharply defined notch in her spine. Occasionally, the breath would catch in her throat, and when it did, she found his mouth, muffling her sighs against his lips.

He slipped his hand between their bodies, seeking out the throbbing button of flesh between her lips. Mal pressed the pad of his finger against it, and she sat straight up, her eyes wide.

"What was that?"

"It doesn't feel good?"

"It felt..." Christian's face twisted with confusion. "How did you do that?"

"Like this." He applied more pressure to the bundle of nerves, his fingertip massaging the tip.

"Oh, my..." Christian gasped for breath and her eyes widened further. "Mal..."

"Keep moving. Don't stop moving."

She didn't respond immediately. He gripped her hip with his other hand and pulled her forward, forcing her to resume her rhythm. He didn't have to guide her for very long. Her body contorted above him, and the sighs she had tried so hard to hide turned to gentle moans. He caught her flesh between his thumb and his forefinger, pinching her with soft pressure.