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His eyelids flew open. He looked at her with an expression that sent heat pulsating wildly between her thighs. He managed a tight smile. “That feels good, Bryn. So damned good.”
The guttural words bolstered her confidence. She had no experience to guide her, but she wanted to know everything about Trent Sinclair. What made him smile, what made him shiver, what made him shudder in passion.
She loved the intimacy of the act, the feeling of power, the exultation of being able to please him despite her naïveté. But he stopped her too soon, his expression rueful. “Not all the way. Not this time. I want to be inside you when I come.”
Her face went scarlet. She could feel it. And for a moment, she panicked. Trent was a male in his prime, a dominant animal, a man set on a course with only one possible outcome. What was she doing? What was she thinking? Could she seriously spend one night in Trent Sinclair’s arms and not pay the consequences?
His smile was more a grimace as he lifted her on top of him. “My turn. And this way I can see all of you.”
The position made her feel horribly vulnerable. He had not joined their bodies. His erection brushed the folds of her damp sex and made her quiver helplessly.
He studied her body intently, his gaze drifting from her face to her breasts to the place where their bodies were so close to consummation. His hands gripped her hips. “You’re beautiful, Bryn. But back then you were so young….”
His voice trailed off, his expression troubled.
She was the one to take his hand this time. She placed it on her breast. “Nothing matters outside this room, remember? We’re taking this night for us. Don’t think about the past or the future. Touch me. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Her impassioned speech broke the spell that held him still. He toyed with her breasts, plucked at her taut nipples, tugged them until she cried out. His eyes flashed, and he came to life suddenly, dragging her down to crush her breasts against his chest as he kissed her wildly.
He thrust his tongue between her teeth, taking what he wanted. She tasted the wine he had drunk earlier in the evening, felt the urgency of his hunger as he explored the recesses of her mouth.
Her head swam dizzily. The acrid smoke from the lantern and from the fire mingled with the scent of aroused male. She smelled his familiar aftershave and the tang of his soap.
For a split second, as he put her beneath him, fear pierced her muddled senses. She should tell him…
“I want you, Bryn.” His voice cracked as he nibbled her earlobe. “I can’t wait.” He reached blindly for his pants on the floor, found his wallet, and extracted three condom packets, still linked.
Her stomach clenched. “Are you always so prepared?” she asked petulantly.
“No. Actually, I’m not.” His eyes locked on hers with determination. “But I’ve been carrying these around since the first day you arrived…for insurance. I knew how I felt about you. I’ve always known. And I wasn’t going to let bad planning on my part put you at risk. Do you believe me?”
His eyes were warm. She saw the essence of the man he was in their depths. “Yes,” she whispered. “I believe you.”
She flinched involuntarily as he parted her thighs and she felt the tip of his erection enter her.
“Relax, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you,” he said gruffly. He stilled and kissed her eyelids.
But he did. It was inevitable. When he pushed forward, filling her steadily, he met resistance, tightness.
A half-dozen years of celibacy made her body unused to penetration. She gasped once, and then clenched her teeth. It was getting better already. The painful fullness was morphing into a stinging sensation that might be pleasure.
He reared back in shock, but didn’t disengage their bodies. “Brynnie?” His incredulous gaze bore a hint of panic.
She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to concentrate on the incredible sensation of having him fill her completely. “It’s okay,” she panted. “Really. I can handle it.”
But something changed. He continued to take her in deep, long thrusts, but he was so gentle, so protective, that her eyes stung with tears. He wouldn’t say the words anytime soon, perhaps never, but his body was making love to hers.
