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“No longer.”
“Do you realize what a miracle it is that you survived?”
Sarah smiled. “A miracle and Mr. Harris. And Reid. And Mrs. Gilpin. They were diligent, never leaving me, changing my bandages.”
“Which is why you wanted them in good positions.”
“Of course.”
Matthew ran his fingers through her hair, fingering the end of one strand. “Do you believe me when I say I will not hurt you?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “I believe you do not want to hurt me.”
After a moment, he nodded. “Fair enough.” With one finger he tilted her chin up and kissed her, a bare touch of his lips. “Lie back.”
She did, trying hard to shed the anxiety that lingered about his touch. Bracing on one elbow beside her, he kissed the edge of the scar at the base of her neck, then moved lower, the kisses becoming firmer as he reached the crest of her breast. The fingers of his free hand traced gentle patterns on her stomach and thighs. His touch was firm, warm and coaxing, and Sarah closed her eyes, letting the sensations lift her spirit.
She had never felt anything like this—caresses soft as fur, low murmurs soothing as a cat’s purr. The arousal she had felt earlier, as he had kissed her calf, stirred again with a heat and growing desire. Her nipples grew taut as he pulled one into his mouth, sucking lightly at first, then with more fervor. His hand urged her thighs apart.
Sarah opened to him, squeezing her eyes tight. This would be moment she dreaded.
But instead of mounting her, his fingers slipped into her moist folds, spreading them, exploring, and a spear of pure desire shot through her. Sarah’s eyes flew open and she gasped, her voice harsh. “What are you doing?”
“Exploring,” he whispered, and his lips found hers again. The kiss deepened this time, his tongue circling hers in the same way his fingers circled the tender skin between her legs.
Sarah moaned and wrapped both arms around him. He resisted her hold on him, easing out of the kiss. “Not yet,” he murmured as he licked the skin below her left ear, then tugged on the earlobe. “First we see if you are ready.”
She entwined her fingers into his hair. “Ready?”
His hand shifted then, and she felt him slip a finger inside her. “What are you—” Her words faltered as she shivered.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No. I have never—” She closed her eyes. Nothing had ever felt like this—this good. This pleasurable. She chewed her lower lip. Nothing had ever made her wantmorefrom a man.
Matthew shifted, and the pressure inside her increased. Two fingers. He turned his hand, the pressure changed, and a new wave of passion roared through her. She spread her legs farther, her back arching. She whispered his name.
He kissed her neck and licked the hollow near her shoulder. “Keep your eyes closed, darling. Just feel the pleasure. Do not resist it. Let yourself float.”
Time seemed to slow, her world narrowing to the feel of his hand as he explored, teased, and pressed. His thumb rubbed across the outside of those swelling folds, pushing her craving for more higher. Sarah felt as if she were riding the crest of a building wave, the purest thrill of his touch ebbing and flowing. The heat in her face and chest settled deep, like a soothing blanket, and she wanted to ride that wave as long as she could.
Then his hand eased away, taking with it some of that glorious pleasure. She opened her eyes, seeking his, and he smiled. “I am not leaving. It’s time.”
Sarah could not catch her breath, knowing. She wanted to stop him, to beg him to continue what he had been doing. She bit her lip again.
His smile faded as he moved over her, settling between her legs. “I promise. I will not hurt you.”
Then his hand spread her apart, and he guided the tip of his cock to her opening. He slid it up and down within her folds a few times, then he pressed into her with a slow but firm push that settled his groin against hers.
The pressure, the tightness she remembered was there. But not the pain. Her pleasure had waned a bit, but had not lifted. She still wanted his touch. Wanted more.
There was no pain.
Sarah whimpered, and Matthew stilled, his face a mask of concern. “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head. “I do not know what to—”
He stopped her words with a kiss. “You will. Trust me.” And he began to move within her, easily but steadily, bracing himself over her, watching her.
