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He wanted to take his time, but there was no time to be had.
It had been too long—so very,verylong—and now that she was here, beneath him, he thought he might die if he didn’t get inside her.
He pulled open his jeans, his hands shaking, and then tugged aside her underwear. He touched her, feeling silky wetness and heat, and she gasped yet again, lifting her hips against his fingertips, clearly desperate for more.
He wished he could spend his time touching her, tasting her, exploring her the way she deserved to be, but he couldn’t wait. He just couldn’t wait.
Positioning himself, he thrust hard inside her, and it was all he could do to pause as the tight heat of her body welcomed him. To look down into her flushed face and make sure she was okay.
But she made it so easy, as if she knew exactly how difficult it was for him, reaching up to pull his mouth down on hers, her thighs closing around his waist, her hips lifting to take him deeper.
Christ. She felt so good. He wasn’t going to last.
He began to move, trying to take things slow, to pace himself, but it was impossible with the way she shifted beneath him, matching him stroke for stroke. Her mouth was heaven beneath his, her taste so sweet, her kisses hot and silken and tasting of everything he’d ever wanted.
He could feel the sunshine in her. It was there, a ball of white heat that she kept locked away. Perhaps it wasn’t so feigned after all, all her brightness. Perhaps he’d been wrong and it had been there all this time, warmth and summer sunlight shining down on him.
He reached for it, moving deeper, thrusting harder, letting the heat of her spread all over him, spread through him, lighting up the dark places inside him.
God, it felt like he’d been in those dark places too long, lingering in the shadows like a ghost.
But he wasn’t there anymore. He was here, inside her, and it was the most glorious thing he’d ever experienced.
“Oh…Finn…” she groaned, her body trembling and he knew she was on the brink. So he slid his hand between them and touched her, giving her the extra friction, and he felt her convulse around him, her cry of release in his ears.
And then he was moving even faster, even harder, every check he had on himself gone. Everything vanishing the way it had when she’d come close and he’d realized he wasn’t going to refuse her, that resisting her had become impossible and the only way forward was this.
Was her beneath him, writhing in ecstasy, and him surrounded in her heat and sweetness, following on behind her.
His movements became jerky and out of rhythm, and then he stiffened as the pleasure came rushing up his spine, exploding in his head, annihilating him. And he lost himself for whole minutes afterward, lost in the glory of a sensation he hadn’t felt for years, not with another person.
Then when he came back to himself, he realized he’d collapsed on top of her and that he was likely crushing her with his weight.
He muttered a curse and tried to move, only for her arms to close around his neck.
“Wait,” she whispered, the sound husky and shaken. “Just…wait for a moment. Please.”
Automatically he relaxed, still in the warm grip of pleasure. “Okay. But I don’t want to crush you.”
“You’re not. Believe me, you’re not.”
He shifted anyway, so she was more comfortable, then he looked down into her flushed face. “Are you okay?”
Her green eyes were startling against the deep pink of her skin. She looked so thoroughly and utterly sexy he felt himself begin to harden again. “Yes,” she breathed, her kiss-reddened mouth curving. “Yes, I’m okay. I’m very,veryokay.”
Awareness was coming back to him, of what had just happened: this was the first time he’d slept with a woman since Sheri died.
For an instant he waited for the cold shock to hit and for the guilt to come along with it and the flood of memories that would no doubt swamp him like the tide.
But…nothing happened.
And he realized, with a different sort of shock, that he hadn’t felt any of those things while he’d been in the grip of passion either.
He hadn’t thought of Sheri once the whole time.
Another sensation shifted behind his breastbone and he braced himself, because surely here came the guilt now.
But again, nothing happened.
