Northern Comanche war chief, Broken Blade, won't rest until justice is served against the bloodthirsty renegades who brutally murdered a woman of his tribe. But Blade never counted on finding a blonde beauty, bound and naked, in his enemy's tepee.
Kidnapped from a train by a ruthless Indian outlaw, Amanda Murchison finds herself scared and alone until she is rescued by a bronzed warrior who appears every bit as dangerous as the man holding her hostage. But what frightens Amanda most is her passionate response to his raw sexual nature.
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Amanda whispered, “Please, kiss me.” She opened her eyes and looked up into his dark, glittering, jewel-like eyes. Her limited experience with men made her feel terribly insecure. “I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never before asked a man to kiss me.” She parceled out the truth very carefully. When Jimmy had sex with her, he’d make her say things like ‘fuck me’ while they were doing it. She wondered if Blade wanted her to speak so coarsely, or if it was just Jimmy who got excited by such words.
Jimmy had taught her all the slang words for body parts and sex acts and continually prodded her to use them, particularly when she was masturbating him. She hadn’t liked using the coarse language when she was with Jimmy, but there was something about Blade that pushed her toward temptation and intemperance.
A half-smile toyed with Blade’s mouth as he bent toward her. He hesitated a moment, his lips an inch from Amanda’s. Impatient and needy, she leaned into him, tilting her head farther back on her shoulders. He slanted his mouth over hers.
With infinite precision, Amanda was aware of all the different tactile sensations evoked by Blade. She tasted his lips, felt the firm, confident pressure of his mouth sealing over hers, moving slowly, almost leisurely, in stark contrast to the enormously swollen and glaringly impatient arousal she had seen. When he pulled her in closer, she felt that erection touch her, its solid length a barrier between their bodies, burning her through the borrowed buckskin shirt.
She had been kissed before, of course, but she had never before responded so quickly nor so completely to a kiss. And when the tip of his slithering tongue touched her lips, she opened her mouth willingly, wantonly hinting that a deeper exploration, a more intimate kiss, would be to her liking. As Blade’s tongue slipped between her lips, the tremulous sigh of pleasure that drifted to her ears was unprecedented for Amanda—because the lustful moan of complete sexual surrender was her own.
His hands landed on her shoulders briefly before the broad palms began making their way slowly down her arms. She literally swayed as he kissed her. His tongue danced with hers. When his hands reached her wrists, long, strong fingers curled around them.
