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tire.
    When she finally paused in her struggle, panting for breath with soft sounds of distress coming from her throat, he eased his grip on her wrists.
    His body fit against her curves from hip to breast, and he knew she had to be aware of his erection nudging her soft belly. Her movements had made it impossible for him not to react, and the slide of female flesh against his brought the inevitable results.
    She grew very still. Her long, curved lashes flew up and she gazed at him with fear and something else, a look almost of confusion. Hawk stared back at her. She had been a married woman, and she had to know what came next.
    Slowly, so slowly that he felt the tension grow between them, Hawk lowered his head to kiss her. She accepted the kiss, but did not return it as his lips brushed lightly over her mouth. First, he kissed the corners of her mouth with light, fluttering caresses, then touched the tip of his tongue to the swell of her upper lip. Her breath came in shuddering gasps for air.
    “Pihnákamaru,” he murmured. It was an understatement. She was more than sweet. The teasing satin of her mouth lured him farther, and his tongue gently washed the outline of her lips in quick strokes that sent a flash of heat through him. Her breath quickened, and she squirmed under him.
    Desire speared him when she moved, and he shifted so that his thighs wedged between her clenched legs. He felt her resistance, saw the protest well in her eyes, and bent his head again to kiss it away.
    Murmuring low, reassuring words that he knew she could not understand, Hawk nuzzled the side of her neck below her ear. She smelled like woodsmoke and warm woman, and he clung to his restraint. The touch of his mouth against her neck made her jump under him, and he soothed her when she cried out and twisted her head away.
    It took all his self-control not to remove his breechcloth and just take her, but Hawk did not want a screaming, struggling woman on his robes. He wanted her willing and warm and wrapped around him like a soft cocoon, opening body and mind to him.
    Hawk shifted control of her wrists to his other hand, then cupped Deborah’s chin in his palm and lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were glazed with fright, a warm honey color with golden specks that absorbed the sunlight coming through the smoke hole of the tipi. He smiled with appreciation of her courage in the face of fear, and rotated the pad of his thumb in a gentle, caressing motion against her cheekbone.
    Then, slowly, he drew his hand down over the arch of her throat to her collarbone, his fingers tracing a light pattern in the delicate scoop between the bones. His hand moved downward, to that tempting valley between her breasts, the silky skin luxuriant and pliable beneath his fingers.
    He levered his body to a slant, still holding her down with his weight on her, his hand moving to cup her breast. She shuddered, and he felt an exquisite tightness in his groin.
    Hawk brushed his thumb across the tight rosebud that looked delicious and fragile and oh so sweet and felt her vibrate with reaction. He concentrated on that tiny nub, dragging his fingers over it in teasing flicks that made her squirm. Her breath came quickly now, and not from exertion.
    There was a flushed, dazed expression on her face that turned to shock when he bent to draw her nipple into his mouth.
    She cried out, arching upward as if seeking the source. Hawk flicked his tongue around her nipple, listening to her distressed whimpers with growing anticipation. Her hips moved, and he wedged her legs farther apart, fitting himself into the notch of her thighs.
    He shifted his attention to her other breast, giving it the same washing with his tongue and lips, and felt the awkward motion of her hips beneath him. She gave another soft cry, and it made him shudder with desire for her.
    She was almost ready for him, almost to the point where she’d open willingly.
    Hawk slid one hand down to her belly, sliding