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Across her mound, into the sensitive dip where her thigh met her pelvis, he explored her with delicacy and thoroughness. The musky scent of her readiness tantalized him. His determination to make this a slow, steady seduction weakened. He stripped the black silk from her and tossed it aside.
With her panties gone, his hands retraced their path, rasping over the stockings, searching for the heat of her. Rosy and wet, her inner core called to him. Simon paused and sucked in a deep breath, struggling for control. He had no idea where he found the strength to turn his attention to the spot where stocking met thigh. On or off? As sexy as he found the contrast of black against her pale skin, Simon decided he wanted her completely bare beneath him. Sitting up, he slowly rolled down one stocking, then the other. Her gaze followed his every movement. When she was completely nude, he knelt between her thighs.
Her hands had been balled at her sides while he had undertaken the torturous removal of her stockings and he could see that expectation ate at her.
“Almost time, sweetheart,” he said softly, sliding his hands up her legs on either side of his hips. He reached over for the foil packet and quickly rolled the condom onto his erection. He wasn’t quite ready to slip inside her, b
ut he sensed that when the moment came he wouldn’t have the stamina to stop and address the issue of protection.
He liked seeing her open and waiting for him to claim her. Her hips shifted restlessly and she reached out to snag his wrists, urging him forward. He let her lead, lying beside her and rolling her hips toward him. Their thighs tangled sweetly as he reclaimed her mouth. His hand slid between their bodies, searching for her moist heat. When he found her, she was so wet, so swollen that he shuddered.
“You are so ready for me.”
“I’ve been ready for hours,” she said against his ear, her hot breath driving him wild. “Days.”
Knowing he was close to the breaking point, Simon caressed her, circling the knot of nerves in a way that he hoped would bring her an explosive orgasm. A frantic mewling sound tore from her throat as he slid a finger inside her, keeping up the ministrations with his thumb.
“Simon.”
His name on her lips fired his satisfaction. He felt the pressure building in her and turned up the heat slightly by putting pressure on that sensitive spot just inside her vagina. A groan gathered and burst free of her lips as she rotated her hips against the pressure of his hand. She shuddered and shuddered again, ripples that spread out like rings on a still lake. She clutched his shoulders, her fingernails biting. Abruptly she sagged and her eyes slowly opened, catching him watching her. She pulled his head down to her, lips parting for a sizzling kiss that ignited him.
Simon rolled her onto her back and without breaking off the kiss, positioned himself against her tantalizing wetness. He flexed his hips forward and with agonizing slowness began sliding into her tight heat. She stretched to accommodate him, but she was so snug it was hard to make the moment last. Her muscles clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth as he lost the battle and drove himself home.
She jerked against him in surprise, her eyes going wide.
“I’m sorry if I went too fast,” he groaned, withdrawing so he could start a second thrust, slower this time. “You are just so tight and incredibly sweet and it’s been so long.” The rest of his words were lost in a guttural growl.
* * *
Although Caroline had expected some pain, the shock of Simon’s possession had caught her off guard. She was his. No turning back now.
Her discomfort faded quickly as Simon surged into her in measured, achingly controlled thrusts. Pleasure built, a rising wave that swept her along. As wonderful as all his kisses and caresses, nothing could compare to the feel of his big body pressing her to the floor, the slide of him in and out of her. Each time their hips came together, the thrusts reverberated deep in her womb. She arched to take more of him in. He drove into her, shifting speed and angle, coaxing her to find his rhythm and match it. Before she knew what she was doing, she had wrapped her thighs around his hips and was rising to meet each thrust.
“Ah Caroline. Just like that.”
He gripped her hips to alter their angle and suddenly she was awash in pleasure, a shell tossed about by the surf. She spun in dizzying circles, rising higher as the waves buffeted her, carrying her along before finally depositing her on the shore. She lay gasping for breath, shocked by the intensity of what had just happened between them as Simon thrust into her three more times and then groaned in release, his body stiffening, muscles locking as he climaxed. He collapsed onto her and hugged her fiercely, his breath rasping in and out of his lungs.
She held him and waited for his eyes to refocus until at last he gave a happy sigh and rolled them onto their sides, still intimately joined. He smiled at her, brushing hair from her mouth and replacing it with a sweet kiss.
“What happened when I entered you? Did I hurt you? If I did, I’m sorry. You were so tight. It was amazing. I’ve never felt anything so incredible.”
His words were so sexy she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm spasm where their bodies were joined. Caroline bit her lip. Naked and in as intimate a position as she’d ever been in, she had run out of courage. Let Simon think what he wanted about what had happened. She was not going to tell him the truth.
“It was just a bit of a surprise, that’s all. You are a rather large man.”
“And a brute as well to take you on the floor like this.” He eased away from her. “You deserve Egyptian cotton sheets and the softest mattress.”
He stood and reached out to draw her to her feet. His gaze locked on her thighs. Caroline looked down and noticed the dark smear on her leg. Eyes blazing, he unceremoniously hauled her to her feet.
“Tell me you’ve had sex before.”
Caroline pressed her lips together. Embarrassment chilled the warm, sexy glow of lovemaking from her skin. Unable to meet his punishing gaze, she shook her head.
He cursed. “Why didn’t you say you were a virgin?”
Why? Was he kidding?
If she had confessed her inexperience in these matters, he wouldn’t have made love to her. He’d spent the last three days proving that chivalry trumped lust in his mind. If he had known, he never would have touched her. And she had needed to be touched. More than touched, she had needed to be claimed by him. He had done the job with amazing skill.
