Night Wind

"NIGHT WIND..." HIS VOICE WAS SHAKY. "YOU SAVED MY LIFE."

"Yes."

His clothes were wet even though he was steaming with unabashed lust for her. He thought of Laura, delightful, fragile Laura. He had felt nothing like this. Yet he must think about his people and hers and their agreement. If he did anything it might mean--war.

Night Wind had other plans. To his amazement she took off her skirt and laid it on rocks nearby to dry.

He gazed at her nakedness. Seeing her the way she was, he could feel blood pulsing at his temples... in his groin.

She turned to him. "Take them off." When he did not rush to do as she asked, she moved to him and started pulling at his soaked shirt...