" Loretta opened her eyes and gazed up at her Comanche husband through a haze of longing. By degrees her pulse slowed, and her senses cleared. A tender smile curved his mouth.
“My heart is heavy to say these words, Blue Eyes, but someone may come. My woman who is without shame must wait, eh?”
She groped to jerk her blouse down. Hunter reared back to let her sit up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. She straightened her clothes, keeping her pink face averted. Taking her hand, he rose and led her up the bank, wishing they were a bit farther from home so he could finish what he had begun without running the risk of company.
“We will go to my lodge, yes? I will make you happy there where no one can see.”
She slugged his shoulder. “You did that on purpose! "
― Catherine Anderson , Comanche Moon (Comanche, #1)