Page 96 of Native Hawk
One part of Drew’s body knew for certain exactly what she meant. It began to harden and throb with longing.
“Are you sure?” he managed to croak as the straps of her camisole dipped low on her shoulders.
“Yes.”
His heart leaped.
It wasn’t going to be easy. He was gunshot, and his muscles weren’t acting the way they should. But somehow he’d make it good for Cat.
“Let me do that,” he whispered.
He beckoned her close, slipping the camisole down to reveal her breasts. Threading his fingers through her hair, he brought her mouth to his and kissed her with sweet patience.
She sighed softly against his cheek.
His hand drifted down until the backs of his knuckles grazed her nipple. At her quick intake of breath, he cupped her breast, weighing it in his palm.
He grasped the back of her head then and moved his mouth away to murmur against her ear.
“You’re sure?” he asked her again.
She nodded.
He moved his hand to her other breast and lifted it. Then he lowered his head and gave her warm flesh a tender kiss.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying his attentions. He bathed her thoroughly, caressing and licking and suckling at her breasts until she clawed eager fingers into his shoulders.
He moved up then to nuzzle her neck. She gasped and shivered as he nibbled at the sensitive place beneath her ear. He took her lobe lightly between his teeth. When he ran his tongue around the delicate crevices of her ear, she squealed deep in her throat and squeezed at his shoulders.
His body reacted with bold fervency. He freed one hand to untie his drawers and lifted his hips enough to drag them out from under his buttocks.
When she unexpectedly seized him in her palm, he groaned. Then he chuckled. “Slow down, Cat. We got all night.”
“I do not want to take all night.”
He grinned. Neither did he. But that wasn’t the right way to treat a lady—especially not her first time. So he gently disengaged from her.
“Why don’t you lie back?” he said. “Let me look at you.”
She pulled the camisole over her head and hauled off her drawers, dropping them on the floor. Then she stretched out on top of the covers, awaiting his pleasure.
For a moment, he only caressed her with his eyes. How breathtaking she was—this woman who was going to be his wife. Her skin was smooth and tawny, and her curls were soft and black. Her voluptuous breasts narrowed into a trim waist, flaring again into hips that seemed to undulate as she gazed up at him with longing.
Resting on one elbow, he let his free hand explore her. He stroked her lovely curves. He coiled his fingers in her silky locks. He brushed her blushing cheek with his thumb and then pressed a kiss to the adorable dot beside her lips.
She opened her mouth, inviting his kiss. He willingly accepted, dancing lightly across her lips at first, then delving deeply with his tongue, tasting the honey of her desire.
She seized the back of his neck and arched eagerly against him. He sucked in a quick breath as her ribs grazed his bandaged wound.
When her eyes flew open and she tried to apologize, he hushed her.
“It’s all right, darlin’. I’ll be careful for both of us, all right?”
He hoped he could be careful. He had a feeling that once things got going, someone could stick a white-hot poker in his wound, and he wouldn’t feel it. But he needed to be careful for Catalina’s sake. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her.
The last thing Catalina wanted to do was to hurt Drew. Perhaps it would be best if she lay quiet.
She closed her eyes and tried to be very still. It wasn’t easy. It seemed each touch of his finger changed her skin somehow, the way the brush of a hand could change the color of velvet.
