lawyer's office."
"You have not."
"I have too."
He fumbled with his jeans, tore at the zipper, and with no warning or fuss, he spread her thighs and entered her.
She gasped and rose up, and he clutched her to his chest.
"Hold still," he grumbled.
"I can't."
She tried to shift her legs, to give him more space to maneuver, but the small movement was too much. He thrust once, and again, and it was over.
They both froze, then she began to giggle, and he joined in so they were chortling like a pair of idiots.
He pulled away and flopped onto his back, an arm shielding his heated face.
"I can't believe I did that," he panted.
"Is that all the endurance you have?" she teased.
"Ah!"
"In light of the stories I've heard, I was expecting it to last a little longer."
"If you tell anybody, I'll have to have you killed."
"I promise to keep your secret."
"You'd better. I feel like I'm fourteen and completely unable to control myself." He peered over at her. "You have to be on the pill. Save me from having a heart attack and say that you are."
"What if I'm not?"
Panic flared in his eyes, and he growled and grabbed her, coming over her, his body pressing her into the mattress. He clasped her thighs and pushed into her again. He was still hard, already eager to have her.
"Are you on the pill?" he demanded, but he was smiling.
"Yes, yes, I'm on the pill. How about you? Are you free of horrid diseases?"
"Yes."
"So we're even."
"Not even close."
He started taking slow, deep penetrations that rocked her to the marrow of her bones. Their initial passion was sated, and there would be all the time in the world to do it over and over until they got it right.
He was kissing her and kissing her, the delicious torment continuing for an eternity. Each one was more stirring than the last, drawing them intimately together.
She could finally touch him, hold him, have him, and there was no reason to restrain herself. She'd thought she might be timid or reserved, but he made it so easy to be with him. She didn't have to worry about how it would go; she could simply revel.
He rolled onto his back so she was on top. He kept a constant, steady rhythm as he unzipped her dress and worked it up and off. The only other item she'd had on had been the panties he'd ripped away. With a flick of his wrist, she was naked.
She arched her back, letting him look, letting him enjoy the view. He took her breasts in his hands, his thumbs gliding over her nipples so she ached with need.
"You're so beautiful, Faith."
She grinned. "I think that's the first time you ever said my name."
"Faith," he murmured again.
She leaned down and kissed him. "I'm glad I'm here."
"I am too."
"I'm glad I could be with you like this."
"So am I."
He halted his thrusting and gazed at her with an expression of such strident affection that her breath hitched in her lungs. No one had ever stared at her like that before, as if she was exotic and remarkable and unique.
She told herself not to read anything into it, but it was difficult not to. He was just so extraordinary, and as she'd been afraid might happen, she yearned to matter to him in a manner that went beyond unattached sex.
She knew it was foolish to feel that way, and she understood all the reasons her desire to connect with him was crazy, but she was who she was. People were important to her. She loved and cared and bonded, and she couldn't change her personality for Lucas Merriweather.
Desperate to break the powerful moment, she glanced away and began tugging at his clothes.
"I'm naked," she pointed out, "but you're not."
"I haven't even taken off my shoes."
"Or your jeans or your jacket or your shirt. But it's your lucky day."
"Why is that?"
"Because I am going to take them all off for you."
He smiled a heart-stopping smile that made her thankful she was on a bed. If she'd been standing, he might have knocked her over with the force of it.
"You're right," he agreed. "It is my lucky day."
She
"You have not."
"I have too."
He fumbled with his jeans, tore at the zipper, and with no warning or fuss, he spread her thighs and entered her.
She gasped and rose up, and he clutched her to his chest.
"Hold still," he grumbled.
"I can't."
She tried to shift her legs, to give him more space to maneuver, but the small movement was too much. He thrust once, and again, and it was over.
They both froze, then she began to giggle, and he joined in so they were chortling like a pair of idiots.
He pulled away and flopped onto his back, an arm shielding his heated face.
"I can't believe I did that," he panted.
"Is that all the endurance you have?" she teased.
"Ah!"
"In light of the stories I've heard, I was expecting it to last a little longer."
"If you tell anybody, I'll have to have you killed."
"I promise to keep your secret."
"You'd better. I feel like I'm fourteen and completely unable to control myself." He peered over at her. "You have to be on the pill. Save me from having a heart attack and say that you are."
"What if I'm not?"
Panic flared in his eyes, and he growled and grabbed her, coming over her, his body pressing her into the mattress. He clasped her thighs and pushed into her again. He was still hard, already eager to have her.
"Are you on the pill?" he demanded, but he was smiling.
"Yes, yes, I'm on the pill. How about you? Are you free of horrid diseases?"
"Yes."
"So we're even."
"Not even close."
He started taking slow, deep penetrations that rocked her to the marrow of her bones. Their initial passion was sated, and there would be all the time in the world to do it over and over until they got it right.
He was kissing her and kissing her, the delicious torment continuing for an eternity. Each one was more stirring than the last, drawing them intimately together.
She could finally touch him, hold him, have him, and there was no reason to restrain herself. She'd thought she might be timid or reserved, but he made it so easy to be with him. She didn't have to worry about how it would go; she could simply revel.
He rolled onto his back so she was on top. He kept a constant, steady rhythm as he unzipped her dress and worked it up and off. The only other item she'd had on had been the panties he'd ripped away. With a flick of his wrist, she was naked.
She arched her back, letting him look, letting him enjoy the view. He took her breasts in his hands, his thumbs gliding over her nipples so she ached with need.
"You're so beautiful, Faith."
She grinned. "I think that's the first time you ever said my name."
"Faith," he murmured again.
She leaned down and kissed him. "I'm glad I'm here."
"I am too."
"I'm glad I could be with you like this."
"So am I."
He halted his thrusting and gazed at her with an expression of such strident affection that her breath hitched in her lungs. No one had ever stared at her like that before, as if she was exotic and remarkable and unique.
She told herself not to read anything into it, but it was difficult not to. He was just so extraordinary, and as she'd been afraid might happen, she yearned to matter to him in a manner that went beyond unattached sex.
She knew it was foolish to feel that way, and she understood all the reasons her desire to connect with him was crazy, but she was who she was. People were important to her. She loved and cared and bonded, and she couldn't change her personality for Lucas Merriweather.
Desperate to break the powerful moment, she glanced away and began tugging at his clothes.
"I'm naked," she pointed out, "but you're not."
"I haven't even taken off my shoes."
"Or your jeans or your jacket or your shirt. But it's your lucky day."
"Why is that?"
"Because I am going to take them all off for you."
He smiled a heart-stopping smile that made her thankful she was on a bed. If she'd been standing, he might have knocked her over with the force of it.
"You're right," he agreed. "It is my lucky day."
She
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