Two souls brought together where their ancestors once met.
Jasira Graham in her last year of recruiting duty in South Dakota, has no idea going out to the Reservation would alter the course of her life. The sheriff who pulled her over was a man unlike any she’d ever met before and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t get him out of her mind. When he shows up at her work and asks her out, she accepts and learns that there are some things which are just meant to be.
Stone Black Hawk is tired of dealing with military officers who fly through his domain with little or no respect. So when he sees a car swerving he pulls them over expecting more of the same. He’s never been more wrong. It wasn’t a commissioned officer and it most definitely wasn’t a man. He wasn’t ready for the life altering moment when he first touches her. Something about her strikes him deeply. Stone pursues her and realizes that things aren’t always what they seem. There is something going on between them that just can’t be ignored.
Pursuit of a relationship leads them to passion neither can deny. The fact she will be leaving is something which stands in their way. Can Stone get her to realize sometimes to get a person to accept where they have been and where they belong they must come full circle?
“Not here, Jasira. It’s cold, snowing, and we’re in a barn. The first time we make love will be inside.”
Her fingers wound around the strands of his hair. “Just inside? Will I get a bed if ask really nicely?” Her other hand dragged down his chest and over the erection in his jeans.
“Not if you keep tormenting me,” he said in a voice which sounded like he’d gargled with gravel.
Jasira tightened her fingers slightly and he shook with the force of his need. She rose up so their mouths touched lightly. “Then I’ll ask nicely later,” she whispered.
His heart thudded. “Come, waštelakapi.”
Without missing a beat, Stone swept her up in his arms and strode to the house. He set her down on the floor the second the front door closed on the cold evening. Movements were a bit frantic as coats were shoved off. Lips met passionately and he grabbed her hips, holding her tight to his straining erection. They stumbled to the living room, shirts being discarded along the way.
Stone fought for moisture in his throat as he stared at Jasira. Skin bearing a faint flush, she wore a peach lace bra which cupped and lifted her full breasts. Oh my God! His shaft throbbed and he longed to draw a nipple into his mouth and feast upon her.
“Beautiful,” he rasped.
Her flat stomach and low slung jeans made his legs shake. Women just don’t have figures like this anymore! He groaned when she stepped close and slid her hands up over his chest, the feel of her palms on his skin more than he imagined it would be.