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She jumped. When she started to raise herself and say his name, he pushed her legs back and apart, exposing her fully to him. He began at the place that would shortly give him respite and slowly drew his tongue up to the tiny spot of her pleasure.
Her questions got lost in her gasp. He focused on that spot, circling it, loving it, gently, teasingly, drawing her tighter and tighter still. He listened for the sound of her breathing, for the ragged gasps and half-formed moans. He felt her body quiver and shake as pleasure rippled through her. He felt the sudden tensing as she neared her completion and he tasted her sweetness. He released her legs, but they stayed splayed apart. She dug her heels into the mattress and pressed her hips higher, her woman's place harder against him. He tasted her sweet saltiness and knew he could spend the rest of his life loving her this way.
Her hips thrust up again, then locked. He loved her quicker now, light, fast movements that sent her body into
spasms. She called out his name, the word broken by a single sob.
He held her as she cried, feeling the tears on his bare chest. He kissed them from her face, then was still as she kissed him back and tasted her own sweetness. He allowed her to unbutton his trousers and caress him as he sprang free. When the tentative stroking brought him too close to the edge of madness, he tossed away his clothing and swept her onto her back.
There, buried in the wet tightness that massaged every inch of him, the pain at last eased. In those few moments of pure pleasure, he forgot. As her body matched rhythm with his, he told himself it would be like this always, and for once he didn't mock his own lie. As the ecstasy exploded and she held him close, he waited for the inevitable return of the ache.
When they were both still, he spoke at last. "Why did you come to me?"
Megan stretched against him, looking as contented as a cat in front of a fire. Her naked legs tangled with his, her hand rested on his chest. "We're married, Justin. A husband and wife should sleep together."
"I suppose."
"You don't mind?"
She raised her head as if she wanted to stare at him. He placed his hand on her hair and pressed her back into place so that her cheek rested on his shoulder. "I don't mind."
How could he mind? It was all he'd dreamed of. It would kill him later, but without her, what did that matter?
"I'm glad. I thought about a lot of things while you were gone." With each word, her breath puffed out along his chest. It tickled. He didn't want her to ever leave him.
"I'm sure you did."
"You said you loved me."
"I know." His telling her had been a mistake, a moment of weakness. But he didn't call back the words.
"Do you really?"
He closed his eyes against the light of the lantern. "Yes."
"But you can't forgive me?"
"No."
1 'I understand."
He doubted that she did, but it didn't matter. His fingers glided over her back and down to her rounded derriere. He squeezed. She hugged him closer.
"Justin, I-"
He knew what she was going to say even before she spoke the words. He didn't want to hear them. Not now. Not like this. Not when he had no way to protect himself. He wouldn't listen. But he had to.
"I love you, too," she said.
He'd expected the pain, so it shouldn't have surprised him. Still, as the agony ripped through him, he couldn't help stiffening against the hurt. His breath caught in his throat and his heart pounded painfully against his ribs.
"Justin, what's wrong?"
He sat up slowly and turned until his feet slid off the bed to the carpeted floor.
"Justin?" She touched his back. "What is it? You're frightening me."
"It's nothing."
"But-"
He shook his head. "Leave it alone, Megan. It doesn't matter."
"Of course it matters. I just told you I love you and you act like I stabbed you or something. Tell me. Are you afraid of what that means? Am I being difficult? Didn't you want me to love you?"
He jerked his body around until he was facing her. She'd sat up and her long hair tumbled over her bare breasts. How was he supposed to walk away from her? "Stop saying that," he ordered.
"Why? What's so terrible about me saying that I love you?"
