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He lowered his right hand and pressed his fingers to her most secret place. Rubbing slowly, he brought her deeply into the sensual pool. He drew her under, down and down
until she knew she would drown with him. She needed to look away. She needed to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She had to bare herself to him. All of her. It made no sense, but she didn't question the need. She drew her legs back more, bending them at the knee so he could see all of her. She forced her eyes to stay open, even as her muscles contracted and she felt herself thrust up to the surface. Even as he stilled suddenly and groaned her name. Even as his face tightened into a grimace and his thighs turned to rock beneath her hands.
Only when they stretched out together under the coverlet, did she sigh softly and let her lids sink closed.
Justin held her close to him. She could hear his heart beating as she rested her head on his chest. She'd never known such a feeling of contentment and intimacy. It was as if they were the only two people in the world.
"Does everyone do this?" she asked softly.
He chuckled. She heard the sound and felt the vibration against her cheek. She liked it.
"Everyone doesn't do it all the time," he answered. "Most married couples do."
"Even Colleen and Gene?"
He laughed again. "Let's not think about that."
She didn't want to, either, but she couldn't forget what had happened in her store when her brother-in-law had talked about her "needs." She shuddered at the thought of him wanting to touch her the way Justin had. As for her sister, she couldn't imagine her taking her clothes off completely, let alone being quiet enough for she and her husband to... Justin was right. Better not to think about it.
She shifted until she was facing him with her palm on his chest and her chin resting on her hand. "Is this what you did with Laurie?"
His dark eyes met hers. He stroked her temple, brushing aside a loose strand of hair. "Why do you ask?"
"It makes more sense, now," she admitted, then grimaced. "I never understood why men would want to visit, you know, those kind of women. But for something this
1 wonderful, who wouldn't pay a dollar?" "Megan!"
She gazed up at him, then touched his face. "Did you want to do this before? With me, I mean/'
"Oh, yes." He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. "All the time," he said between kisses.
"All the time? How often do people do it?"
"As often as they want."
"Really?" That was an intriguing thought. "So we could do it again? Right now?"
He grinned. "You'll be the death of me."
"Why?"
He shook his head. "Hush. I thought you wanted to do it again."
She had another question, but he reached his hand up to cup her breast and suddenly she couldn't remember anything at all.
Chapter Fourteen
lie woke with a feeling of foreboding. Without stirring, Justin knew Megan had left his bed. He didn't want to open his eyes to see where she'd gone to. He didn't want to know if she was dressed or still delightfully naked. He didn't want to admit that it was dawn and that yesterday was gone forever.
He lay still, breathing deeply, as if by pretending to be asleep, he could hold on to what they'd had together. Those few hours had changed everything. She was too innocent to know, of course. She assumed everyone felt the same kind of passion that had flared between them. It wasn't true. He'd been with women before. He'd felt excitement and a release. But nothing like the pleasure he'd found with Megan. Perhaps it was the anticipation. He'd wanted her for as long as he could remember. Perhaps it was a foolish trick of fate, to bind him to the one woman he could never have.
A small sound caught his attention. A slight sigh. Steeling himself against the inevitable pain that was sure to strike his soul, he sat up and opened his eyes.
Megan stood in front of the window seat, looking out. She'd drawn the coverlet around her. Long blond hair cascaded down her back. He looked at the piles of clothing scattered on the floor. She hadn't dressed yet. She was naked under the coverlet. Yet the most male part of him didn't stir. There would be no fire between them this morning; only pain.
He stood up and walked over to her. Without stopping to consider the fact she might hate him, he wrapped his arms
