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A sensation of drowning clogged her lungs, and doubt fled from her mind. He wanted her and she wanted him. She groaned against the thrust of his tongue, welcomed it. Somewhere near the juncture of her thighs, a muscle clenched.
He spoke, his breaths ragged. "You’ve never been with a man, have you?"
Heat rushed up her neck, competing with more private parts of her body. She managed a weak shake of her head. Nudging her legs apart with his knees, he loomed above her, all dark and mysterious. "This will hurt some."
Some? What did he mean?
Pressure at the entrance of her sex couldn’t have prepared her for the sensation of fullness that came next. He encountered a barrier and a dull ache took flight in her pelvis. Pushing against his chest seemed futile while his weight pressed down on her.
His throaty voice mesmerized her. "The pain will be brief if you don’t fight it."
A deep moan caught in her throat when he drove in. He stopped and drew a deep breath, his words a whisper, "I’m sorry."
She concentrated on her own breathing until the discomfort abated and marveled over the subtle ripples of pleasure replacing it. The methodical rhythm, the slide of bliss urged her into a tempo of abandon. Her flesh tingled and her head spun. Controlling her thoughts or the synchronized cadence of her hips with his eluded her. With every muscle of her spine stretched taut, she rocked into him. Why hadn’t anyone told her such pleasure existed? True, she didn’t have a mother to talk to, but Nelly would have some explaining to do.
Euphoria came in waves at first, like the tide washing into shore. And meteors flashed in the sky while she tumbled through an abyss. She wound her hands in his hair, couldn’t speak and wouldn’t know what to say if she did. A hot flame licked her skin. She soared and dipped, and rose a final time in an all-consuming release.
Creed’s breaths came in quick pants and groans before he buried his manhood deep inside her. In a final moan, he collapsed on top of her. The minutes passed; she couldn’t hold his weight much longer.
Finally, he rolled off of her, pulling her damp body into his arms. "Are you all right?"
She hesitated. "Quite."
"I didn't know you’d be at the pond, and I certainly didn’t intend for that to happen."
Still reeling from the pleasure, she answered with a meek, "Me either." She paused to think back on their earlier conversation. "Why were you on your way to Full Circle?"
"I wanted to see you, talk to you before…"
"Before?"
"I leave."
His words didn’t register at first. "Leave? Where are you going?"
"Finn answered Lincoln’s call for more troops."
She rose up on an elbow and looked down at him. "He volunteered to fight? Her mind raced. "He signed on with the Union army?"
Creed gave a short chuckle. "Well, yes, he wouldn’t sign up with the Rebs."
"I’m a Reb," she whispered while collecting her scrambled thoughts. "What does that have to do with you?"
"I can't let him go alone."
She closed her eyes. "You enlisted too, didn’t you?"
"Yes."
"But you’ll be fighting on southern soil, shooting at my friends, cousins, neighbors."
"And they’ll be shooting at Finn. I’m not asking you to understand, but I felt compelled to see you before I left."
She pushed from the ground and came to her feet. "You’ll get your fool head shot off." Conflicting emotion skittered through her mind—panic, sorrow and anger. "You should have told me before you-you tumbled me in the grass."
"I already told you, it just happened. I’m not sorry it happened, are you?"
She turned away from him.
"Don’t do that, Lauren, play the martyr with me. You couldn’t have stopped that no more than I."
Storming toward the clothing she left by the water, she pulled the trousers over her hips and slipped her arms into the sleeves of the shirt. "Oh, I don’t know. If you had told me first thing you were leaving, I might have the God-given sense to stay the hell away from
A sensation of drowning clogged her lungs, and doubt fled from her mind. He wanted her and she wanted him. She groaned against the thrust of his tongue, welcomed it. Somewhere near the juncture of her thighs, a muscle clenched.
He spoke, his breaths ragged. "You’ve never been with a man, have you?"
Heat rushed up her neck, competing with more private parts of her body. She managed a weak shake of her head. Nudging her legs apart with his knees, he loomed above her, all dark and mysterious. "This will hurt some."
Some? What did he mean?
Pressure at the entrance of her sex couldn’t have prepared her for the sensation of fullness that came next. He encountered a barrier and a dull ache took flight in her pelvis. Pushing against his chest seemed futile while his weight pressed down on her.
His throaty voice mesmerized her. "The pain will be brief if you don’t fight it."
A deep moan caught in her throat when he drove in. He stopped and drew a deep breath, his words a whisper, "I’m sorry."
She concentrated on her own breathing until the discomfort abated and marveled over the subtle ripples of pleasure replacing it. The methodical rhythm, the slide of bliss urged her into a tempo of abandon. Her flesh tingled and her head spun. Controlling her thoughts or the synchronized cadence of her hips with his eluded her. With every muscle of her spine stretched taut, she rocked into him. Why hadn’t anyone told her such pleasure existed? True, she didn’t have a mother to talk to, but Nelly would have some explaining to do.
Euphoria came in waves at first, like the tide washing into shore. And meteors flashed in the sky while she tumbled through an abyss. She wound her hands in his hair, couldn’t speak and wouldn’t know what to say if she did. A hot flame licked her skin. She soared and dipped, and rose a final time in an all-consuming release.
Creed’s breaths came in quick pants and groans before he buried his manhood deep inside her. In a final moan, he collapsed on top of her. The minutes passed; she couldn’t hold his weight much longer.
Finally, he rolled off of her, pulling her damp body into his arms. "Are you all right?"
She hesitated. "Quite."
"I didn't know you’d be at the pond, and I certainly didn’t intend for that to happen."
Still reeling from the pleasure, she answered with a meek, "Me either." She paused to think back on their earlier conversation. "Why were you on your way to Full Circle?"
"I wanted to see you, talk to you before…"
"Before?"
"I leave."
His words didn’t register at first. "Leave? Where are you going?"
"Finn answered Lincoln’s call for more troops."
She rose up on an elbow and looked down at him. "He volunteered to fight? Her mind raced. "He signed on with the Union army?"
Creed gave a short chuckle. "Well, yes, he wouldn’t sign up with the Rebs."
"I’m a Reb," she whispered while collecting her scrambled thoughts. "What does that have to do with you?"
"I can't let him go alone."
She closed her eyes. "You enlisted too, didn’t you?"
"Yes."
"But you’ll be fighting on southern soil, shooting at my friends, cousins, neighbors."
"And they’ll be shooting at Finn. I’m not asking you to understand, but I felt compelled to see you before I left."
She pushed from the ground and came to her feet. "You’ll get your fool head shot off." Conflicting emotion skittered through her mind—panic, sorrow and anger. "You should have told me before you-you tumbled me in the grass."
"I already told you, it just happened. I’m not sorry it happened, are you?"
She turned away from him.
"Don’t do that, Lauren, play the martyr with me. You couldn’t have stopped that no more than I."
Storming toward the clothing she left by the water, she pulled the trousers over her hips and slipped her arms into the sleeves of the shirt. "Oh, I don’t know. If you had told me first thing you were leaving, I might have the God-given sense to stay the hell away from
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