Restless Heart by Emma Lang Read Free Book Online Page B

to push too far, especially on their first outing together.
    The cool air was warmed by the sun as they walked side by side down the street. He ignored the looks from people who stared at them, embarrassed to wonder if they were staring at him or at her, or maybe even both of them.
    When they reached the end of the sidewalk, he breathed a sigh of relief to be away from the prying eyes of the people of Forestville. Sam was accepted in town, but not necessarily into people’s homes. Even though he was only one-quarter Indian, his black hair and eyes set him apart from everyone else. He didn’t want Angeline to feel the sting of his social status, but if she didn’t understand prejudice against Indians at all, he had no idea how to explain it to her.
    They walked another ten minutes until they arrived at the copse of cottonwoods. He immediately felt better, more relaxed. The lake shimmered in the afternoon sun like floating crystals. The sight made him shade his eyes and slow his pace.
    Angeline sucked in a breath. “It’s lovely.” Her voice was hushed.
    “In the summer, the grass is thick beneath your feet, the sun warm on your face, and the water cool on your skin.”
    She shivered. “I imagine you must love it here. I know I would.” She sighed.
    Sam looked at her, stunned by the change in Angeline. Inside the restaurant she was beautiful, but out in the bosom of nature, she was simply exquisite. Her long hair shone like spun gold, wisps blowing softly in the breeze. Her normally pale complexion had already become rosy, making her look healthier, more alive. Her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed around her.
    She belonged outside, surrounded by nature. The spirits of the earth, sky, and water gave her the gift of life, of that he was certain. Angeline was a creature of nature, not one who belonged in a hot kitchen. He wished he could build her a home out here, where she could live in harmony with everything around her.
    She turned and smiled at him, her gaze so full of unrestrained joy, it was his turn to catch his breath. His body surged with heat, with attraction, and the purest connection he’d ever felt.
    He stepped toward her, closing the gap between them until mere inches separated them. Sam took her hands in his and pulled her flush against him. Her eyes widened but not with fear, rather with excitement.
    “Will you kiss me again, Sam?”
    He managed a smile, although every nerve in his body snapped to attention. “I want to, Angel. I can’t imagine ever wanting something more.”
    She rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, with a clumsiness that only made him want her more. Sam accepted her gift, the kiss of a woman to a man. It was brief, barely a brushing of mouths, but it made him burn for her with a fire he hadn’t expected.
    He blew out a shaky breath as their gazes met. An answering fire burned in her beautiful blue eyes.
    This time he pulled her against him until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. They were one being, sharing space, breath, and themselves. As his mouth descended on hers, she closed her eyes again and he kissed her.
    This was not like the sweet kiss she’d just bestowed on him, or even the gentle kisses they’d exchanged before. No, this was something very different: elemental, passionate, consuming. Her lips were soft and unsure, moving against his. He taught her how to kiss, to move with him. Sam showed her how much he wanted her, kissing and licking her lips from one end to the other.
    Angeline sighed when he nibbled at her lower lip, giving him the opportunity to dive into her mouth. She froze, almost in fear. Sam gentled his touch, gently lapping at her tongue until she began to melt against him once more. She made tentative movements, the sweet heat of her mouth promising so much more.
    Sam shook with the force of his arousal, needing so much more. He hardened, pulsing hard and fast against her soft belly. He felt her stiffening again and pulled back