Chapter 5She rolled her head, her brow bumping against his jaw, where the skin was smoother than she expected. No stubble of whiskers. Was he then like the Native American men, with little facial hair? So it seemed. She filed that bit of knowledge away before she lost all thought in the welter of dreamy, erotic sensations.
“Please, let us go to my bed before I melt and slide down the wall.”
He laughed, his wonderful, warm caressing laugh. “Do you so enjoy my caresses?”
“I’m intoxicated by them, very soon to become hopelessly addicted.”
“Good, that is exactly what I want for you! Very well then, we’ll go to your bed.”
Did she walk or did he carry her? She honestly did not know. Somehow, he continued to toy with her breasts, while his lips did incredible things to her ears, her cheek, a
