He moved closer, drew her back against his chest, his hands cupping her shoulders. “If you really need to get back, we’ll find a way to make it happen, but there’s no rush. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like—for another week, until you can drive, whatever you need.”
“Chaska?” She leaned back against him, her head resting against his chest.
He inhaled the clean scent of her skin. “Mmm?”
“We’re alone, and there’s lots of room here.”
He bent down, nuzzled her ear. “Are you saying you want me to kiss you?”
“God, yes.”
And more.
It wasn’tlike Naomi to initiate things. She’d grown up in a world where silence and shame shrouded the topic of sex, where even being caught looking at a boy could bring harsh retribution. Some part of her struggled to shake free of those shackles still—but not with Chaska.
He pressed his lips to her temple, her cheek, and the whorl of her ear, his hands kneading her shoulders, his kisses sending excited shivers through her.
She tilted her head to the side, gave him access to her throat.
He took what she offered, kissing her below her ear, his lips raising goose bumps on her skin, his hands sliding ever so slowly from her shoulders to cup her breasts through the irritating cotton of her bathrobe. She arched into his touch, heat pooling deep in her belly as he caught her nipples and teased them.
“I want to touch you.” He whispered the words against her skin.
“Yes.”
He peeled the bathrobe away from her shoulders, revealing her bandage. He kissed it, then moaned when the fabric slipped leaving her naked apart from the medicine wheel, which hung between her breasts. “So beautiful.”
She watched as his big hands closed over her, contact sending jolts of pleasure through her as he cupped her, circled her areolas with his thumbs, flicked her puckered nipples. The erotic sight of it made her ache.
She sank back against the hard wall of his chest, sliding her hands along his forearms to grasp his wrists, her eyes drifting shut again.
“You like that?”
“Mmm. Yes.”
The other men she’d been with—all two of them—would have moved on by now, but not Chaska. His erection pressed against her lower back, hard and insistent, but he didn’t rush. He took his sweet time, catching her nipples with his fingers, plucking them, rolling them between his fingertips, his lips nibbling at her throat.
She’d never felt so aroused before, her body craving him. And then it all stopped, the loss of his touch leaving her hanging.
“Come here.” He drew her back so that she was no longer sitting on the edge of the bed, bore her onto her back, and stretched out beside her, her bathrobe open now, leaving her naked body completely exposed.
He pulled off his shirt, his gaze raking over her. He said something in Lakota, his eyes going dark.
Panic trilled through her, mixing with her excitement, leaving her torn. As much as she wanted him, she wasn’t sure she was ready for this. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but she wasn’t on the pill. She didn’t want to get pregnant.
But whatever she’d expected from him, she’d been wrong.
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her, hair spilling over his shoulders, his gaze dark. “I don’t want to take this any further than you want to go, so tell me when to stop. This was supposed to be a kiss.”
Her heart seemed to melt in her chest.
She decided he deserved the truth. “I’m not on the pill.”
He nodded. “That’s fine with me. I don’t think it’s good for women.”
“And … I’m not a virgin.”
He looked surprised—but not for the reason she imagined. “I wasn’t expecting that you would be. I wasn’t raised with Puritan ideas about sex.”