An Indian Affair by Doreen Owens Malek Read Free Book Online

require much persuasion.”
    “Shankree?”
    “Not Seminole. Non Indian.”
    “Oh.” They stopped outside Paula’s door, and Cindy unlocked it with the extra key Paula had given her. She turned to face Fox, her heart pounding.
    “I want to kiss you,” he said tightly. “Very much.”
    “Yes, oh yes,” she whispered.
    “But after the other night...” he began.
    Cindy put a finger to his lips, and he kissed it. “I know you better now,” she said.
    “I think you know me too well already,” he whispered, bending his head to hers.
    The touch of his mouth was light, exploratory, then quickly became insistent as Cindy slipped her arms around his neck. Her hand crept into his hair, which flowed over her fingers like thick black silk. His lips took hers hungrily, moving, caressing, never still, until she was kissing him back just as avidly. Never before had she been filled with such a desire to cling and submit. His mouth traveled to her neck, her ears, as he reached behind her and pushed in the door.
    “What are you doing?” she asked against his lips.
    “I’m too old to make love in hallways,” he replied huskily, almost carrying her with him so that her feet barely touched the floor.
    Once inside, he lifted her against the wall, pinning her between it and his body. She felt engulfed by him: his mouth that devoured hers, his hands that molded her waist and hips, his thighs that held her in a viselike grip. She couldn’t move and didn’t want to move.
    “How do you feel now, princess?” he murmured, pulling her against him, running his hands down her back.
    Her soft moan was his answer. When he lowered his head to kiss her throat, she threw her head back, exposing the tender flesh to his caress. His lips parted, and she felt the moist heat of his tongue trace her collarbone. His hands came up to grasp her shoulders, and he held her steady as he explored lower, laving the valley between her breasts made available by the scoop neckline of her dress. His readiness was all too apparent through the thin barrier of her clothes, and she felt her control going , chasing after his, which was already fleeing and almost gone. He groaned deeply, pushing her skirt up, and sought her mouth again wildly, promising and asking for more.
    Cindy knew she couldn’t handle this; he was too primed, too close to carrying them both away. Summoning her last shred of willpower she tore her mouth from Fox’s. He tried to kiss her still, his eyes closed, but she evaded him deftly. His eyes opened, the lush lashes lifting. Silence hung between them, punctuated by their harsh, ragged breathing.
    Cindy swallowed. “You have to go,” she gasped.
    He leaned in to her, his gaze smoky with passion. “Do you want me to go?” he asked lazily, knowing the answer.
    “No,” she whispered.
    He bent his head. She pushed back on his shoulders, not hard, but firmly enough to show that she meant it.
    “Please. These feelings are too new,” she said, “and this is moving too fast, Drew. I have to think.”
    ‘‘One more kiss,” he said, ‘‘and I’ll go.”
    “One more kiss and you’ll never go,” Cindy answered.
    He relented, straightening and moving away from her. She arranged her disordered clothes, her glance averted.
    “Hey,” he said, turning to tip her chin up with a long dusky forefinger, “you’re not sorry?”
    She shook her head, unable to look at him. “No, I’m...overwhelmed; I just need some time, that’s all.”
    “How about a week? I’ll see you Saturday?”
    She clutched the lapels of his jacket, suddenly frightened. “You will be careful?” she said anxiously.
    “I always am,” he replied lightly, smiling.
    “I mean it, Drew. If anything were to happen to you...” She let the sentence trail off, unable to complete it.
    He pulled her into his arms, seeking only to comfort now. “Nothing is going to happen to me, princess.” He released her, prodding her chin gently with his fist. “Buck up. A week