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Excerpt:
She
turned. Tears glistened in her eyes. "Why do we have to hate the
way we do? Why can't we just live in peace?" She brushed the tears
from her eyes. "I get so mad when I think about how they're treated.
How they've been made out to be evil because they fight to preserve
their heritage and their land--land they've hunted and lived on
for centuries."
Her
tone of voice was changing and George sensed her suppressed anger.
She had strong convictions when it came to the treatment of the
Indians. The same convictions he held. It was frightening in a way.
They were very much alike, regardless of how much he didn't want
them to be.
He
wanted to reach out and take her into his arms--to hold and comfort
her and take her pain away.
She
looked up, her eyes still brimming with tears, and he forgot everything
except her. He closed the distance between them. His arms wrapped
around her shoulders and his lips settled on hers in a searing kiss.
She moaned and his lips slanted harder across her mouth.
Her
hands snaked up under his arms and around his shoulders, her fingers
dug into the thickness of his coat. His heart hammered. He probed
her lips with his tongue. Her mouth opened and invited him into
her warmth, her own tongue teasing and tasting.
George
was dizzy with desire as her hands moved brazenly over his chest.
She unbuttoned his coat, their lips still melded in a burning kiss.
Her
hands found their way inside his coat, while they continued to nip
and tease each other's lips. Her nose was cold, but her mouth was
hot and inviting.
George's
body was tight and growing hotter as her hands roved the contours
of his chest and shoulders, around his sides and up and down his
back.
She
moaned. He groaned and wrapped his arms tighter around her shoulders
to pull her closer. He wanted to make her his, wanted her to meld
into him, become part of him.
She
slipped off her right glove and dropped it to the ground then undid
several buttons on his shirt. She slid her hand under the material
and let her fingers rove through the light matting of hair on his
chest. George about came out of his skin when her warm hand touched
his bare flesh.
She
moved against his body and mewled like a cat in heat.
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