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The room was bathed in a golden sheen as the morning sun streamed through the windows. Stephanie was caught up in a web of wondrous ecstasy, lost to time, to caution, to any senses, except for those being ignited within her as she clung to Runner. At this moment in time, he—only he—was her universe.
Adam was only a fleeting thought as his face flashed before Stephanie’s mind’s eye. The idea that he might come in and find her with Runner in the throes of passion was lost to her in the rapture that was overwhelming her.
Chapter 13
Love’s a fire that needs renewal of
fresh beauty for its fuel.
—THOMAS CAMPBELL
Stephanie’s nipples hard against his palm, Runner reveled in the feel of her firm, silky breasts. He pressed his lips to her throat, his hips thrusting against her in a steady rhythm. He could feel the warmth spreading, passion curling, then unfurling like hot flames through him.
Stephanie clung to him, ecstasy moving with bone-weakening intensity, her breasts tingling as his hands caressed them. She moaned as Runner’s breath stirred her hair, and then he captured her lips beneath his in a kiss that awakened her wild desire to its full intensity.
She returned his kiss with wildness and desperation and wrapped her legs around his hips, enabling him to move more freely within her.
His tongue sought hers between her parted lips. She flicked her tongue against his and trembled as one hand moved down over her ribs, across her stomach, which quavered in the wake of his fingers, and then down to her moist channel, where the center of her desire lay, waiting for his caress.
Stephanie experienced agony and bliss when he began caressing her tight bud with his fingers while he still moved within her, powerfully, wonderfully, causing her whole body to feel as though it was fluid with fire.
His mouth left hers and his tongue moved along her flesh, from the hollow of her throat, to one of her breasts, and Stephanie rolled her head with pleasure. She bit her lower lip as he pressed his lips against her breast, moving them over her abundant nipple, drawing the taut peak between his teeth.
Stephanie was overcome by an unbearable sweet pain. She ran her hands over him, down the full length of the tight muscles of his back, stopping to splay them over his hips. She clung to him, yearning for the promise of what his body was offering her.
Again he kissed her with fire. He placed his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her closer. Sweat pearled on Runner’s brow, the air heavy with the inevitability of pleasure. Each stroke that he took within her was bringing him closer to fulfillment.
He caught his breath, feeling the heat rising, spreading, and then splashing through him like wildfire. He burrowed his face against the soft skin of Stephanie’s neck and groaned out his pleasure.
In tune with Runner’s feelings, and seeking her own rapturous release, Stephanie tumbled over the edge into ecstasy with him. She cried out against his shoulder, the spinning sensation flooding her whole being as surges of intense pleasure swept through her.
Their shudders subsided into a quiet peace. Runner rolled away from her. Stephanie turned to him and kissed his brow, first one cheek, and then another, then feathered a kiss across his lips.
“I’ve never been happier,” she whispered, turning to cling to him. “Let’s not allow anything to spoil what we have found together. Please, Runner.”
The sudden thuds of sledgehammers burying more spikes into the ground as the work gang arrived outside, to lay more tracks, made Stephanie stiffen. Her eyes widened and she drew a blanket around her. She had forgotten the time of day. She had forgotten her brother.
“Adam,” she said, looking quickly over at Runner. “He could arrive home at any moment.”
A cold barrier slammed down between them again at the mention of Adam’s name. Stephanie scarcely breathed as Runner scowled at her, then rose and began dressing.
Adam awakened with a start. Momentarily disoriented as to where he was, he blinked his eyes nervously. Fear struck at his heart when he looked around and discovered that he was in a Navaho hogan.
A soft hand trailing down his back in light, tender caresses made him tremble with renewed passion as he remembered with whom he had spent the night, and in whose hogan this passionate love had been made.
Pure Blossom.
She had led him there under the cover of darkness the previous night. He had spent almost the entire night making love to her; she was initiating another round of lovemaking with him now. She crawled to his side and leaned low over him, her long, lustrous hair rippling along his flesh in the wake of her lips and hands.
He inhaled a breath of rapture and closed his eyes, unaware that the translucence of darkness and the blaze of the stars had left the sky. The only light in the hogan was the glow of the embers in the fireplace. The only true fire was in his loins, spreading into something fiercely hot as Pure Blossom’s mouth sought his throbbing member, her tongue flicking along its tight stem.
“Oh, God,” Adam moaned, wondering how he could ever leave this woman that had awakened him to such complete passion, unlike anything he had felt while bedding whores in the past.
He stretched his legs apart and spread his arms out on each side of him, his eyes closed to the pleasure that was engulfing him.
When he felt as though he could not take any more of this wonderful punishment, he placed his hands to Pure Blossom’s waist and turned her over, onto her back. He kissed her breasts, her stomach, and then moved over her and thrust himself deeply within her.
His hands cupped her breasts. “I love you,” he whispered against her parted lips, then ground his mouth into her lips, taking all the sweetness from her that she was willing to give.
