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“Stop it.”
“How do you want it? Fast? Slow? Tell me how you want it, babe.”
“I want flowers,” she whispered. “I wanted you to touch my body with flowers.”
A shudder passed through him. He rolled away from her with a muffled curse and lay on his back staring up at the night through the skylight. She didn’t understand him at all.
“Why do you want to hurt me?” she asked.
He reached out and touched her hand. “If I were a better man…But I’m not.” He turned toward her and gently traced the curve of her shoulder with his fingers. “All right, baby,” he whispered. “No more games. Let’s do it right.”
His mouth found hers in a soft, tender kiss that melted the great chill inside her. It wasn’t anything like their kisses on camera. Their noses bumped. He opened his mouth and closed it over hers, the sound sweet and sloppy. His tongue slipped past the barrier of her teeth, where she touched it with her own. It was wet and rough and perfect. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him so close she could feel his heartbeat with her breast.
Finally he drew back. His fingers played in her hair, and his eyes gazed gently down at her. “I don’t have any flowers,” he whispered, “so I’ll have to touch you with something else.” He dipped his head and caught her nipple in his mouth. It swelled beneath his tongue, and she moaned as waves of pleasure washed through her.
Like a lazy cowboy with all the time in the world, he roamed her body with his hands. His kisses trailed over her stomach while he stroked her thighs, setting fires in all the empty spaces inside her. Then he drew up her knees and gently pushed them apart.
Moonlight washing through the skylight painted silvery shadows on his back. His fingers played at the tight web of curls. Gently he opened her. “Flower petals,” he whispered. “I found them.” And then he covered her with his soft, sulky mouth.
The feeling was like nothing she’d ever imagined. She called his name, but whether out loud or only in her mind, she didn’t know. Spirals of pleasure whirled inside her, throwing off sparkling pinwheels that glowed brighter and hotter, ready to explode. “No…”
Her strangled cry made him look up, but she couldn’t think how to tell him that she didn’t want to go on this flight by herself. He smiled and slid his body beside hers. “Give up?” he murmured, his voice sexy, teasing, and absolutely irresistible.
She felt the strong outline of him against her thigh and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his briefs. He was smooth and hard as a shaft of marble, and he let out a soft gasp as her fingers closed around him.
“What’s the matter, cowboy?” she whispered. “Can’t you take it?”
His breathing came in soft, sudden gasps. “Doesn’t…affect me…one way or the other.”
She laughed and eased herself up to see him better. Her hair brushed his chest. She peeled his briefs off and experimented with the power of her touch. Here…there…here again. She stroked with the end of her finger, the pad of her thumb, a lock of her hair. Finally she touched him with the tip of her tongue.
His cry was hoarse and deep.
She licked him like a cat as a deep, fierce joy at the power she possessed swelled inside her. His hands settled around her shoulders, and he pulled her to his chest.
“I give up,” he said hoarsely, nibbling at her bottom lip.
“Quitter,” she murmured.
His fingers went to her breast and squeezed her nipple. “Looks like I’m going to have to remind you who’s the boss.”
“Good luck with that.” She touched his crooked tooth with the tip of her tongue.
“The lady’s a slow learner.” He covered her with the lean length of his body. “Open up, baby. You’re about to meet your master.”
She opened for him gladly, burning to receive him. To love him. She laughed up into smoky-blue eyes that were bright with desire.
Jake heard the sweet, soft woman’s sound coming from deep in her throat, and it seared the edges of his soul. Gazing into her eyes, he wordlessly begged her to hold something back, but she smiled all her love up at him, and the softness in her face sliced him in two. He pushed himself deep within her. He hadn’t expected her to be so tight. He hadn’t expected…
She let out a small cry. “Finally…” she whispered.
It could have meant anything, but he felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. “Flower…My God…” He began to pull away, but she dug her fingers into his buttocks.
“No,” she cried. “If you do, I’ll never forgive you.”
He wanted to throw back his head and howl over his stupidity. Despite Belinda’s lies and Fleur’s own false boasts, he should have known she was a virgin. He should have scared her away as he’d intended to, but corruption of the innocent was his specialty, and he’d been too damned selfish.
He felt her chorus-girl legs wind around his own, felt her pulling him more deeply inside, even though it had to hurt her. He couldn’t find the strength to hurt her more by drawing away. Summoning all his will, he held himself still, giving her time to grow accustomed to his size. “I’m sorry, Flower. I didn’t know.”
