He moved closer, they were almost touching, his eyes boring into her, as a sexy smile spread over his face. He raised her chin, his thumb absently stroking her there. It was such a soft and inviting gesture. Willa felt her cheek leaning into his thumb. His eyes glistened into hers now. Strange how that one touch sent such a thrill through her body.
First touches could be so precious.
"Don't you think," he began as his gaze captured hers. "I've haven't fought every reason in the books not to care about you Willa. I'm sorry to say I did, but it didn't work. Believe me, I lusted after you so badly sometimes I had to just walk away from the look in your eyes. You carry your heart there, you know. You see, I knew you cared for me too. That made it even harder to turn away from you. Not that I wanted to, I needed to. Now I know it has to work between us. I can't kill it, remove it, or wash it away. This feeling, this thing that turns my gut into a whirlwind, is stronger than anything I can fight. If I wanted to fight it, but I don't any longer. I went to town to take a whore, to satisfy the lust inside me. I knew a whore would never satisfy what is between you and me. It couldn't, it goes deeper than the skin. It's in our hearts. A bond like we have has to be very powerful to endure all the hardships it will cause. So, buck up, baby. You are mine and you cannot escape that," he raised her chin now, staring into her beautiful eyes. "I've wanted you so badly I can't see straight. I watch you move about; the way your hips sway when you walk. Your body is a temptress. I watch the way your eyes light up when I come into a room. And it made my heart turn over in my chest when I looked at you. And I have looked at you many times. And wanted you every time."
"That's lust."
He shook his head. "No, lust is easily taken care of. What I feel is much more than lust. I felt the sweet tremor in your chin, when I almost kissed you. And I felt the heartbeat that drummed like mine. But that day I went to town, I realized before I even got there, that day, that it wasn't what I really wanted. I wanted you. That was when I finally admitted to myself that I love you, despite it all. I love you. So—Stay with me, Willa."
He eyed her intently now. "You took care of dad, you took care of me, and you take care of Elan every day. I wanted to take care of you. All of you. I'm not the kind of man that goes around seducing women. For years all I ever had was just an occasional itch that needed scratching. Then you came along. I fought the instant attraction. I fought it hard. It didn't work, Willa. I need you. Marry me!" He said and pulled her unresisting body toward him. His head bent and this time he claimed what was his all along. His mouth covered hers softly, and with a groan she gave into the exquisite pleasures of his kiss. Her lips moved with his, as he took in her sweet scent, as his hands roamed up and down her body, a body that responded to his every touch.
She whimpered in his arms, then suddenly her arms reached for his neck, pulling him down to her, and her lips were smothered with his warm kisses as a reward. His lips explored her, making love to her with his kiss all over her face, neck and shoulders. The slow way he etched his hot kisses down her neck, had her moving ever closer, and leaning to give him his leave. She closed her eyes and let his kisses wander all over her.
The sweet soft satin of her skin enticed him to explore her. The answer to all his questions were answered with her heated response. She moaned aloud when his hands went around her small frame and found the peaks of her breast, massaging her there with a very active and warm thumb. She gasped with delight at his touch. She moaned raggedly, and he smiled against her soft neck. "I've got a confession to make."
She turned into his arms. She stared up at him waiting.
"One day, early, I was going to take a quick bath before dawn, and I saw you and Elan there in the water. I could not take my eyes from you. I've seen naked women before, but you—I couldn't move I was so stunned, and it was such a pleasure to look at you. Will you forgive my lusting after you?"
She smiled, "I have a confession."
"Oh, what's that?"
"I knew you were there. But I wasn't sure who was there at first, then I saw your red hair, and I knew. At first, I was startled, but when you didn't move away, and kept staring, I enjoyed it. To be looked at like that, is such a compliment to a woman."
"But you let me stare at you?" he questioned.
"That day I lusted too. I thought about how it might be if you came to me. I wanted you to come to me then. I knew in my heart it was wrong, but what I felt I thought would never be returned, and just once, I wanted you to look at me. To see me as a woman, not a breed."
"I wish I'd known." He smiled sexily. "And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I was so angry at myself for giving into spying on you. But I'd never seen a more perfect woman in my life. I couldn't move, and I certainly couldn't move away."
"I pleased you?"
"Oh my God, more than you'll ever know." He whispered at her ear.
"I'm glad you saw me, and that I pleased you. But I must know, do you see me as a breed, a dirty Indian?"
His glance softened on her now as he pulled away to stare into her face. "Sweetheart, there is nothing dirty about you. And I have always since the first day seen you as a woman. That's how I see you."
She smiled shyly at him, "You are not ashamed of me?"
"Ashamed, hell, I'm proud." He told her and to prove it he kissed her tenderly.
All that separated them was the soft deerskin of her dress. He moved a thumb over one pert nipple and she softly sighed in his arms. "I am yours then." She whispered.
The sensations his thumb aroused made her moan raggedly now. Her braid had loosened, and her hair hung down his arm as she threw back her head and let his lips seduce her neck. "Your touch drives me crazy." She whispered.
"I want you sweetheart, so badly. We must marry and soon. I can't wait to make you mine." She opened her eyes slowly, the arousal he saw there melted his heart.
"I have tried to keep my distance, but my heart broke each time. I look at you and I can no l
onger hide what I feel. I want to marry you too!"
"I am glad," he whispered in her ear.
"But you must know my answer. It is impossible for us to marry."
"No, it's not impossible. We have to marry; I won't have you any other way. Even though I want you now, I will wait to take you. Wait until you are truly mine."