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"How would a maiden lady like you even know what those are?"
"Public television."
Now he was the one with the grin, and she realized this was the first time she had ever laughed in bed with a man. Until this moment, she had never imagined that laughter and sex could go together.
"Where were we?"
She was amazed at her own boldness as she reached for the open V of his jeans. "Right here, as I remember." She couldn't believe how urgent her need was to see him. Instead of being afraid, she was experiencing a heady mixture of curiosity and lust.
"Don't faint on me."
"I'll try not to." She pushed the denim away and then swallowed hard as he sprang free from a pair of white cotton briefs.
"Oh, my." Her gasp wasn't feigned.
He chuckled. "Take deep breaths."
"Maybe it's just because your hips are so narrow. The contrast…"
"That's one way of looking at it." He smiled as he pulled off what was left of his clothing and stood naked before her.
She couldn't take her eyes off him. His shoulders were broad and powerful, his hips narrow with an almost concave abdomen. One of his knees was scarred, as was his opposite calf.
"This peep show works two ways, you know." He nodded toward the part of her still hidden beneath the spread that had settled in her lap.
"I'm too shy," she replied, sinking back on her heels.
"I guess I can understand that. Considering your inexperience and everything." The mattress sagged as he settled down on the edge. "What I'm going to suggest is this. Since you're a maiden lady, you might be less embarrassed if you just reached under the cover, slipped off what you've got left, and handed it out."
Lowering her eyes, she leaned back into the pillows and did as he suggested. As she dropped her panties at the side of the bed, she could barely control her excitement over this crazy, unpredictable seduction.
He lay down next to her on a bent elbow, slipped his other arm under the cover and drew up her knee to play with her ankle bracelet. "You just tell me to stop any time you get nervous."
An overwhelming flood of emotion washed through her. Even though he was teasing, he would never know how much those words meant.
Leaning forward, he started kissing her again: lips, breasts, sweet, hot kisses burning her skin, while she kissed him back and his hand moved higher under the covers until he was stroking her inner thighs.
"Spread open just a little bit for me now," he whispered.
She moved her legs. The cover fell away except for a small corner between her thighs. He brushed it aside.
She waited for him to make some crack about her being a natural blonde, but he didn't say anything. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as he began to explore her.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes. Oh, yes."
"I'm glad."
"Would you stop?"
He withdrew his hand.
Joy and lust swirled inside her when she realized he had done as she'd asked. His compliance gave her courage. She twisted her body so that she was above him, her breasts gently swaying, the nipples stirring the hair on his chest. She watched his expression as she began her own sensual mission, trailing her hand down over his chest to his belly, which was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration.
She slipped lower and touched him. He caught his breath. She felt him rigid and pulsing in her hand, straining for release, and once again, fear mingled with desire. This time, however, desire was stronger.
"We're getting close to the point of no return," he whispered hoarsely.
