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And then she couldn't feel them anymore, either. There was nothing but tension and heat, the deepest of aches as she k arched herself upward, her hands clinging to the coverlet.
She spoke his name, at least she tried to. She wasn't sure what sounds escaped her parted lips. She inhaled deeply, needing to breathe, to find the surface of this sensual pool into which she'd fallen. Justin was close by. She could feel i his sweet breath on her face, hear his whispers of encouragement. His fingers moved faster now, faster and lighter, brushing over her until she couldn't think, could only wait for something, anything, to rescue her.
Then his hands froze in place and she cried out her need. He moved swiftly, carrying her deeper into the pool, farther down than she'd known she could go. Her muscles clenched one last time, tighter, then tighter still until there was nothing left to do but explode back to the surface of the pool.
She cried out as her body flew upward, as the waves swept over and around her, as his fingers continued to touch her, still moving quickly and lightly, still urging her on even as she broke the surface and could gasp for breath. Even as
\ sanity returned and she could speak his name. Even as the i tears fell softly, rolling down her temples into her hair. Only | then did he stop touching her so he could hold her against him.
Their hearts thundered in unison. He brushed her tears, then kissed her mouth. She stared up at him.
4 * What happened?"
He smiled gently. "We almost made it to seventy-five."
"But there was something different, something—"
"Wonderful?" he offered, settling next to her and pulling her against his side.
"Oh, yes, wonderful. Even more than wonderful." She snuggled close, absorbing his warmth and curious about the lethargy that seemed to be stealing over her.
He stroked her hair, gently tugging at the pins and loosening the braids until the long strands fanned out over her shoulders and back. With his other hand he unbuttoned his vest and shirt and drew her palm close to his exposed chest. Touch me, Megan."
Her first thought was that she was suddenly far too shy to agree. But when he kissed the top of her head, she reminded herself this was Justin and that they'd just shared the most incredible experience of her life. Besides, she'd been wanting to touch his chest, really touch it, for years.
She slipped her fingers under his shirt. His skin was hot and smooth, the hair there cool and crinkly. He felt different, harder than she'd imagined. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations. The clean scent of his body, the sound of his steady breathing, the heat their bodies generated and the achiness that slowly slipped between her thighs.
Over and over she stroked him, finally raising herself onto Dne elbow to tug his shirt free of his trousers and part it. She stared down at the broad expanse of him, then at his face. His eyes were closed. The trust in that gesture made her swallow thickly. She leaned toward him and kissed his :heek.
Her hair fell around her like a silk drape, shielding them from the outside world. She moved to his mouth and paused, knowing he would part his lips for her. When he did, she dipped inside delicately, tasting him, teasing him,
taunting him as he had done her just a few moments before.
She felt his arms move for a second, then he pulled hei closer. This time, as her hand moved lower on his chest, there was no barrier of trousers to stop her. She lifted hei head and stared at him. His eyes opened. Fire burned there. Hot, passionate fire. She wondered if the flames would consume her.
"I want you," he whispered.
A ripple of pleasure swept through her. She hadn't known he felt like that. She'd hoped, but hearing the words, seeing the proof in his eyes, erased the last of her fears. Boldly, she moved her hand lower until she encountered his maleness.
She froze, feeling suddenly awkward. She could have copied the motions he'd used on her earlier, but judging by the shape of him—that ridge she'd felt before now rested on the back of her hand—it wasn't going to work. She didn'1 know what to do.
"It's all right," he murmured and rolled her over until she was on her back. He pushed off the rest of his clothing, then knelt next to her. His hands rested casually on bis thighs, his crotch almost at eye level.
She thought she should look away. Then she reminded herself she might never see one again, so she should look while she had the chance. Then she wondered what on earth he was going to do with it.
