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painfully behind the fly of his jeans. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman this badly. She called to more than his base instincts. Her sweet and gentle nature called to his soul.
    “Jared,” she sighed as he nipped at her earlobe and then soothed the tiny hurt with his tongue. She was squirming underneath him and his only thought was to strip the layers of clothing between them as quickly as humanly possible.
    His fingers closed around the hem of her sweater but he paused, needing to be absolutely sure this was what she wanted. Her skin was warm and soft under his palms and he itched to delve deeper, exploring all the secrets she’d hidden under heavy clothing.
    “I can stop if you want me to.”
    Although it was clear from his tone he sure as hell didn’t want to. But then he wasn’t trying to hide how much he wanted her. Considering the hard ridge in his jeans it would have been a waste of time.
    Her fingers gripped his shoulders and he felt a shudder run through her body. “No. No, I want this. You. I–I just don’t have much experience.”
    He froze, the full import of her words smacking him between the eyes. “You’re a…virgin?”
    He said the last word in a hushed voice as if someone was listening in, but they were the only two in the room.
    Misty shifted underneath him restlessly and a blush crawled up her skin. “Well, not technically.”
    “Technically? I need a little more to go on here, honey,” he said almost desperately. He wanted her fiercely, and to his dismay her innocence only fueled that fire when it should have turned him off.
    “I–I’ve had sex three times,” she admitted, her teeth sinking into her lush lower lip. “I wouldn’t say it went well. In fact all three times were a bust. He said I was frigid. Maybe I am. I don’t know.”
    “I’m absolutely sure you’re not frigid, honey.”
    “Why?” she asked, struggling to her elbows. “Because I’m the daughter of Annette Foster, the town floozy? If my mother loved sex that much then I must too?”
    Jared wasn’t the most sensitive of men but even he knew his answer to her question was important and he couldn’t fuck it up. He laid his palm on her shoulder and gently pressed her back onto the blanket.
    “Your mother has nothing to do with this. The reason I know you’re not frigid is by how you’ve responded to me. No frigid woman heats up like that after a kiss. As for your would-be lover, he may want to check a book or two out of the library about sex. I think he needs to learn a few things. Maybe a lot more.”
    He must have said the right thing because her pupils had turned a deep purple and her breath was becoming more shallow. His little Misty was definitely aroused.
    “He seemed to know a lot about…you know…sex. What would he need to learn?”
    Such an innocent question but the perfect opening to showing her all the pleasure her body could give and receive. Jared made a mental note to punch that asshole boyfriend of hers if they ever met up. That made two of her former men he was looking to put a hurt on. Jared couldn’t think of any other woman who brought out the Neanderthal in him like Misty did. He wanted to drag her off to his cave for the next week and make love to her over and over until she was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt she wasn’t frigid.
    He balanced his weight on his elbows and dropped kisses on the skin just above her collar, enjoying the sigh of pleasure that fell from her lips. “For one thing, he needs to learn that a woman takes a little longer to get warmed up and he should go at her speed. Take his time.”
    “What–what else?” she asked, a sexy breathless quality to her voice that made the blood pump in his veins a little harder. Her innocence was so goddamn sexy it hurt.
    “A man needs to learn how to undress a woman, for example. Kiss every inch of skin as he exposes it. Tell her how incredibly beautiful and sexy she is and how much she turns you