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Such a simple statement, but a wave of joy filled his insides. Without even realizing it, he had been holding on to the fear that he might have been wrong. Though his heart had already known. He smiled and reached out to gently lay a hand against her cheek.
“I know.”
Her face twitched and he thought she might cry. He leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. She did not resist.
“I won’t hurt you, Ivy,” he whispered against her lips. “Ever.”
He was close enough to hear her swallow, the smallest sign of panic reflected in her eyes, yet he knew it was the unknown they were about to embark on that had her frightened. Sam felt the same.
Lifting his hand, he ran it over the wool of her cloak above her breast. Against his lips, he felt her suck in a small breath. He lifted his head and gazed down into her face. She stared back openly and bravely.
Slowly, he moved his hand and allowed it to explore the curves of her body. She lay back against the pelt with her eyes transfixed on his face, her chest beginning to rise higher with every breath she took. Still with their eyes locked, he reached for the hem of her cloak and pulled it up and over her head. Underneath she wore a simple gray linen blouse kept closed with a single row of five buttons. Very deliberately, he unbuttoned the top one around her throat, then worked his way down until the material fell away, exposing the white chemise beneath. She wore no corset as so many women did. One of her many attempts at concealing the beautiful woman she was.
Her nipples came erect instantly from the exposure to the cold air. His member became hard simply from seeing her pink nipples through the thin material. He laid his hand once again on her breast over the cotton material and took some pleasure from the swift intake of her breath.
Bending his head, he covered the rose peak with his mouth while he moved his hand to her waistline and tugged the hem out from her skirt. His hand made contact with warm skin and a fiery heat exploded in his gut. Beneath his fingers, he felt her tremble. He lifted his head and looked down into her face. Raw desire spewed from her eyes.
“Ivy?”
“I’ve never felt this way before. Ever.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her voice shook with desire, sending a wave of long
ing through Sam. He covered her mouth once more, but this time he drank from her sweet lips as if they provided the very breath he needed to survive.
Her arms came around and drew him closer, pressing their bodies together. A need to feel her skin against his own, had his hands working at a feverish pitch to unbutton his own shirt. To his delight, her fingers joined his in an attempt to move faster. He groaned and ground his lips harder against hers.
With a thrust, he pushed off his shirt then grasped her chemise. A sizzling heat erupted along every nerve beneath his skin as it touched hers. His hands found her naked breasts only to cover them with his lips. She moaned and arched her back to draw him closer.
With his mouth occupied on her breasts, his hands were free to explore the rest of her wonderful body. Everywhere he touched seemed to ignite a new fire within her. The cool, aloof woman was gone. Replaced instead with a vibrant and sexually alive one.
With this new fiery woman beneath him, he couldn’t hold himself off much longer. He lifted her skirt and the petticoat beneath over her waist. Driven by an urgency he was incapable of controlling he yanked off her pantaloons and slid in between her legs. He managed to pause, just barely, as her legs came up and around him, locking together behind his back.
Breathing hard, he grasped her face between his hands. “Ivy, are you a virgin?”
She blinked several times, obviously struggling to pull herself from the passion consuming her body to concentrate on his words. “Aye.”
His first reaction was relief for he knew if she had lost her virginity, it would not have been with her consent. Then like a silly schoolboy picked to be teacher’s pet, he smiled down at her and said, “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
Slowly, he placed his shaft against her opening and gently moved forward. She squirmed slightly beneath him. He gathered her close to hold her still before finally proceeding further, stopping now and then when he felt her body tense. Only when she relaxed again did he proceed. At last he reached her barrier and with one final thrust, broke through.
When she gave a small whimper, he pressed a kiss against her temple. With one hand, he gently massaged the opening of her womanhood where his member remained deeply embedded.
“What are ye doing?” She sounded slightly alarmed, so he pulled his hand away and drew up so he could look down at her. But she bound her arms around him and drew him back down. “Please. Don’t stop.”
He chuckled, unable to resist. This woman was everything he could have ever wanted. He lavished her face with more kisses, while his fingers toyed with the soft folds between her legs until he felt her body begin to relax. Then very gently, he moved within her. As much as it tried his self-control, he moved slowly to allow Ivy’s body to adjust.
When he heard her groan with desire beneath him and her arms slide around to clutch his buttocks, did he finally allow himself to release all the tension and desire he had been holding back. He drove into her like a mad man. Wanting, needing, to feel her close around him. Engulf him entirely until they became one.
Never before had he ever felt such a connection with any other woman. It both scared and thrilled him. For the first time in years, he felt alive. At last he felt the wondrous release rip from his body and into hers, overwhelmed by the glow of warmth that swept over his entire body.
With a cry of release, he collapsed on top of her reveling in the heat of her arms as they came around and pinned him close. He pressed his mouth to the base of her throat and sucked in her sweet flesh until at last the heat subsided replaced by a calm warmth.
He stayed in that position as long as he thought possible before his weight would become unbearable. Shifting, he slid onto his back and pulled her into the crook of his shoulder. Her copper curls bounced across his chest. The scent of her hair rising to meet his indrawn breath of satisfaction.
Lifting his chin slightly, he buried his nose in the luxurious curls and realized that while the red locks had taunted him, they also had lured him. He wondered how they would look long and flowing in their natural glory.
