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An Excerpt From: DESERT OF THE DAMNED
Copyright © KATHY KULIG, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
The
smell of smoke drew Amy Weston out of a deep sleep. As her mind fought through
her grogginess, she stared at the orange shadows flickering across her
stucco walls. The waving colors nearly hypnotized her back to sleep then
logic shook her fully awake.
Fire.
She
bolted upright in bed.
From
the window on the opposite wall she could see that the fire was outside. A
chorus of toads and crickets sang their night song as the desert breeze
stirred her sheer curtains. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and inhaled
deeply.
Not
dreaming.
Hopping
out of bed, she rushed to the window and peered out. The glow of a campfire
shone behind the saguaro cactus and the mesquite bushes about fifty yards
from her house.
The
silhouette of a man stood beside the fire. Dante Akando
was summoning her.
The
digital clock read twelve a.m.
The hour. She groaned as if complaining but between her legs the throb of
her pussy gave away her desire. Thanks to all the subtle teasing at work
and impromptu meetings in Dante’s office, where he’d described raw details
of his sex games, her body hummed in anticipation.
He was
good—very good—impossible to resist. And he was just what she needed right
now—a man who had a taste for adventurous sex and was eager to explore the
dark side of her passions. Like her, Dante didn’t want any emotional ties.
She had been intrigued by his looks the day she was forced to transfer to
the new division of Drake Diagnostic Labs and, since she didn’t plan to
stay long, having a brief affair with her boss didn’t seem like a problem.
The sexual chemistry had been immediate and bone deep. How could she say
no? Someday she would find someone special and consider a more permanent
arrangement but for the moment, she didn’t need the hassles.
As
much as her body ached for Dante, she should resist him. She had to get up
for work early and she was exhausted. Did she dare ignore his campfire call
and curl back in her comfortable bed? Her hand reached beneath her silk
chemise and slid over her breasts. Her nipples were raw and erect,
sensitive to the touch. She squeezed them and imagined Dante’s hands on her
then glided her hand down her flat belly, over the curly hair and patted
her bud. In moments it was swollen and throbbing, aching for more. Oh, she
wanted him all right. Damn him. I’ll never get back to sleep now.
What
was the use? The dancing lights on her bedroom walls grew brighter,
signaling his impatience.
Tugging
the thin chemise over her head, she tossed it on the floor, then yanked the Indian blanket from her bed. Why did he
affect her this way? She walked back to the window but there was no sign of
him—only the silhouettes of the saguaro cactus with its outstretched arms.
Stepping into moccasins, she grabbed a flashlight, then
strode out of her house.
The
night air was cool and she pulled the red, black and orange blanket tightly
around her. Dante had bought it for her at the flea market, not the trading
post, so it probably was a Mexican blanket and not Indian but it was
beautiful just the same and a thoughtful gift. Still, it was a puzzling
gift considering Dante Akando said he was part
Navajo. She would’ve thought he would only buy native crafts. As she
followed the path off her property onto open land, the light of her
flashlight and the campfire lit her way. The sky was dark, millions of
brilliant stars glittered like shards of crystal. Stepping around scrub
pines and clumps of prickly pear cactus, she approached a large mesquite
bush. On the other side of the spiny tree the campfire blazed.
Another
Indian blanket lay beside the fire. Dante was nowhere around. But she knew
he had to be close, watching her.
“Dante?
I’m here.” She pulled her blanket up to her chin. A breeze swirled around
her and under, teasing her moist pussy. She felt a growing heat and
moisture between her legs. Where was he? Every nerve simmered with
anticipation. “Dante, come on. I’m here. We have to work tomorrow. I can’t
stay long.”
She
wasn’t afraid of the desert night. He said the fire would keep her safe
from the night creatures. Recalling his game of seduction, she dropped her
covering and stretched out naked on the blanket, her body raw, exposed, vulnerable.
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