White Wind by Susan Edwards Page B

concealing darkness below, the water lapping against her quivering chin.
    Furious with herself for thinking she could trust him, Sarah clamped her chattering teeth together and turned without a word to flee to the safety of the bank and her waiting clothes.
    She took no more than a step before she felt herself gently tugged back by strong fingers tangled in her flowing hair, a firm hand circling her slim waist, pulling her against his torso.
    “Let me go, Golden Eagle,” Sarah shouted, trying to twist away and hide her nakedness from his soft gaze.
    Golden Eagle drew the embarrassed and furious girl against his chest, flesh to flesh, softness to hardness. He cupped her face and forced her to meet his passion-filled eyes.
    “You are beautiful, Sarah. Do not be ashamed.” Slowly and seductively, his gaze slid down to rest lingeringly on her parted lips. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised.
    Sarah looked into his dark eyes filled with desire, and shivered, not from cold, as his head slowly lowered. Unsure of herself, she turned her head and unsuccessfully pushed against his warm, enveloping body.
    “Please don’t,” she whispered, even as she felt herself melt against him.
    Arms of steel held her prisoner, so male, so bracing, as one caressing hand settled in the small of her back. His breath fanned her cheeks as his lips hovered, as if not sure where to kiss her first.
    Holding Sarah’s moon-bathed body tenderly, Golden Eagle lightly kissed the tip of her nose, her eyes, the small cleft in her chin. Slowly, he nibbled, stroked and tasted.
    Sarah’s eyes closed, his warmth and nearness caused such trembling within that she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from sinking into the dark depths swirling around the two of them.
    Golden Eagle continued his gentle teasing. First he planted tiny feather-soft kisses on the corners of her trembling lips. Then his tongue stroked the shape of her upper lip before moving to explore the feel of the lower. As his lips played over her, Sarah felt an urgency deep inside her.
    A sudden need to be close drew her closer into his warm safe embrace. She needed more, wanted more than this light teasing. Her lips parted with a moan and she gladly succumbed to the domination of his lips.
    Golden Eagle heard Sarah’s plea, and tipped her head back, his lips taking hers fully, his tongue stroking and probing as her lips parted in wonder.
    Sarah clutched Golden Eagle tightly to her. Never had she dreamed a kiss, the simple meeting of lips, could be so arousing, so demanding. But what he was doing with his tongue made her giddy and close to fainting.
    Frozen by the unexpected pleasure of his touch, Sarah allowed him to explore the inside of her mouth, savoring the feel of the roughness of his tongue twining with hers.
    Lost in the sweet embrace, she forgot all else as Golden Eagle skimmed his fingers down her throat, leaving a downward trail of heated flesh before gently cupping and lifting one breast. Sarah sucked in her breath as he continued to caress and stroke, her flesh filling the palm of his hand.
    She moaned as waves of pleasure surged through her, and her legs moved restlessly as her body began to vibrate with passion. The gentle flowing water lapped against her sensitive flesh, heightening an aching need that settled at the juncture of her thighs. Her bead lolled back, opening a small distance between them.
    As Golden Eagle’s finger and thumb gently rolled one taut rosy bud, her back arched, hips thrusting forward to nestle in the cradle of his hips. The hand at the small of her back slid down to knead the flesh of her buttocks, pulling her against his pulsing flesh as they rocked together.
    Her moans became his and his hers, blending as one. They gasped for air, each breath fast and shallow. Caresses became frantic and the cold long forgotten.
    Sarah was sinking, drowning in a sea of unfamiliar sensations. The hard knot of tension in her belly grew, spreading warmth as desire