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“Now,” she whispered, her legs holding him locked in place. “I want to feel you. Only you.”
The battle lost, Ross gave in, his craving to feel her without the obstruction of a condom obliterating his own willpower.
In spite of her desperate pleas and the tightening of her thighs about him, Ross reined in his need enough to slow his entrance. Every nerve in his body demanded release and it was all he could do not to pound into her tight, hot body in one hard thrust.
Each inch he penetrated was pure torture—heaven and hell combined. Her strained, panting breaths didn’t penetrate his consciousness until he finally filled her completely. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her cheek as he hissed, “Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” she cried, through clenched teeth. “Move. I need more.”
Ross felt the demons he’d kept at bay until now released full force. With only a short retreat, he returned to fully impale her to the hilt. He stopped at the sound of her screams, worried he’d harmed her before realizing she was coming again with a strength he’d never thought possible. The power of her orgasm drove him over the edge, milking the come from his cock with an almost-painful grip.
“Jesus,” he groaned, amazed by his sudden loss of control.
He prided himself on being a man who could ride a woman all night, but his brown-eyed girl had driven him to orgasm with just one thrust. Something that hadn’t happened to him since he was a damned teenager.
Then another truth hit him like a brick to the head, reality plummeting him to earth. He’d intended to pull out before he came.
“Oh hell, angel,” he muttered. “No condom. Jules, please tell me you’re on the Pill.”
When she didn’t reply right away, he continued, “I’m so sorry. I’ve never had unprotected sex before, Jules. Christ, I can’t believe I didn’t use a condom. I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. I swear it. No matter what happens I will always take care of you.”
“Ross,” she said, interrupting his self-deprecation, “it’s okay. I’m on the Pill.”
“You are?”
“Yes,” she answered, clearly embarrassed by the conversation. “My, um, periods are pretty painful—cramps and all that. My doctor suggested birth-control pills. She said they would help and, well, they have.” Just when Ross thought she couldn’t flush any deeper, she proved him wrong. After what they’d just experienced together, he was floored by the fact she could still turn deep red by simply saying the word “period” to him.
“Christ, Brown Eyes, you’re killing me.”
“I am?” she asked quietly, still unable to meet his eyes.
“Look at me.” He tilted her face up to his. “I’m glad you’re on the Pill, but I still owe you an apology. I’m the more experienced partner here and I put you at risk. I swear to you I’m clean.”
“Ross,” Julia interrupted, “it’s not like I gave you much choice.”
“Still, I’ve never been so careless…or so quick. I haven’t come that fast since I was fifteen,” he added, shaking his head in disbelief.
Julia laughed. “Must be me,” she teased. “I’m so irresistible, you know.”
“Is that right? You should have warned me.” He tickled her as she giggled uncontrollably. “All right, woman,” he said, “it’s time to get serious. We have research to do.”
“Research,” she repeated with mock seriousness. “How could I forget? What did you have in mind?” Her deep brown eyes sparkled in the firelight.
With the sheet pulled loosely around her and her long hair in disarray on the pillow, Ross could only stare—stunned speechless, taken aback by her tousled, well-loved look. His best friend had never looked so beautiful or so eager.
“What?” she asked coyly.
“You really are irresistible,” he said, the words escaping his lips without a thought.
She rolled her eyes, but her genuine smile betrayed her pleasure at his words. “I was kidding, Ross.”
Shaking his head, Ross reached for her, unable to resist her girlish delight at his simple praise. She was obviously starved for appreciation and attention and he fully intended to rectify that oversight, starting tonight.
However, his unintentional slips were going to give him away before he was ready to reveal his true feelings. He needed to carefully guard his intentions. Julia needed time. Time to become accustomed to having him in her bed as a lover as well as in her life as a friend.
“Up,” he ordered, pointing toward the bathroom. “Time for another first.”
“Oh?”
