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doing.
“Can I take off your shirt?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, but he heard a little quaver in her voice.
“Sit up.”
They both sat up on the bed, and he pulled the shirt over her head, then reached around to unhook her bra. She caught her breath as he pulled it away from her body and laid it on the side of the bed with the shirt.
“Lord, you are so beautiful,” he whispered as his gaze swept over the creamy mounds of her breasts with their pink crests. Unable to hold back, he gathered her into his arms, a sound of gratitude rising in his throat as he absorbed the feel of her against himself.
He eased her back down, stroking her silky skin, feeling the hard points of her nipples against his chest.
She brought his hand to the button at the top of her jeans. “Could you help me out of these?”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
His hand not quite steady, he undid the button and lowered the zipper, keeping his gaze on her face, making sure he wasn’t going too fast.
She caught her breath as he slowly reached inside, caressing her intimately, still judging her reaction.
When she seemed comfortable with that, he dragged the jeans down, along with her panties, so that she lay naked on the bed.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
He got rid of his own jeans and briefs, then folded her into his arms,
It felt wonderful to slide his hands over the curve of her bottom, her hips, the indentation at her waist, all the places he’d longed to touch.
He had daydreamed about this, yet the reality was so much better, because he knew her history now—and marveled that she really did trust him.
His gaze on her face, he played one hand over her nipples while he dipped the other into her sex, overwhelmed by her response to him.
She closed her eyes, her breath uneven as he bent to take one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing on her as he stroked from her clit to her vagina and back again.
“Wyatt.”
“If you need me to stop, just tell me,” he managed to say, praying that she wasn’t going to send him away in agony.
“I don’t want to stop. I want everything you can give me.”
“Open your legs for me,” he murmured, and she did as he asked. He moved over her, replacing his fingers with his cock, moving against her, feeling her respond by rocking her hips against him. He heard her breath accelerate. Her movements grew frantic as she drove toward climax. He felt her body shudder, heard her cry out, and he gave her every ounce of pleasure he could. As her climax faded, he changed the angle of his thrusts, plunging into her in one swift stroke.
She cried out, yet at the same time she grasped his shoulders. When pushed for his own release, it took only moments because it felt like he had been teetering on the brink for hours.
As the whirlwind subsided, he looked down at her. He saw a look of wonder in her eyes, as she realized what they had done and what it meant.
Rolling to his side, he took her with him, cradling her body against his, stroking back her damp hair and kissing her forehead.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only for a moment.” She made a low sound. “I think nobody could have done that better.”
“Thank you.”
They were both quiet for long moments, and he stroked his lips against her cheek.
He felt her smile again—until he sensed other emotions gathering inside her.
“What’s wrong?”
“How could I have let myself make love with you when the thing we should be doing is finding my father?”
Chapter Ten
He kept her in his arms and slid his lips against her brow. “Because it was something you needed. You needed to feel like you’d beaten your past.”
“You think that’s the reason I made love with you?” she asked, her voice sharp.
He was sorry he’d put it in those terms. “Part of it,” he said. “It’s a good thing. Not bad.”
He could see her turning that over in her mind, but her focus had shifted to the empty house outside of
“Can I take off your shirt?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, but he heard a little quaver in her voice.
“Sit up.”
They both sat up on the bed, and he pulled the shirt over her head, then reached around to unhook her bra. She caught her breath as he pulled it away from her body and laid it on the side of the bed with the shirt.
“Lord, you are so beautiful,” he whispered as his gaze swept over the creamy mounds of her breasts with their pink crests. Unable to hold back, he gathered her into his arms, a sound of gratitude rising in his throat as he absorbed the feel of her against himself.
He eased her back down, stroking her silky skin, feeling the hard points of her nipples against his chest.
She brought his hand to the button at the top of her jeans. “Could you help me out of these?”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
His hand not quite steady, he undid the button and lowered the zipper, keeping his gaze on her face, making sure he wasn’t going too fast.
She caught her breath as he slowly reached inside, caressing her intimately, still judging her reaction.
When she seemed comfortable with that, he dragged the jeans down, along with her panties, so that she lay naked on the bed.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
He got rid of his own jeans and briefs, then folded her into his arms,
It felt wonderful to slide his hands over the curve of her bottom, her hips, the indentation at her waist, all the places he’d longed to touch.
He had daydreamed about this, yet the reality was so much better, because he knew her history now—and marveled that she really did trust him.
His gaze on her face, he played one hand over her nipples while he dipped the other into her sex, overwhelmed by her response to him.
She closed her eyes, her breath uneven as he bent to take one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing on her as he stroked from her clit to her vagina and back again.
“Wyatt.”
“If you need me to stop, just tell me,” he managed to say, praying that she wasn’t going to send him away in agony.
“I don’t want to stop. I want everything you can give me.”
“Open your legs for me,” he murmured, and she did as he asked. He moved over her, replacing his fingers with his cock, moving against her, feeling her respond by rocking her hips against him. He heard her breath accelerate. Her movements grew frantic as she drove toward climax. He felt her body shudder, heard her cry out, and he gave her every ounce of pleasure he could. As her climax faded, he changed the angle of his thrusts, plunging into her in one swift stroke.
She cried out, yet at the same time she grasped his shoulders. When pushed for his own release, it took only moments because it felt like he had been teetering on the brink for hours.
As the whirlwind subsided, he looked down at her. He saw a look of wonder in her eyes, as she realized what they had done and what it meant.
Rolling to his side, he took her with him, cradling her body against his, stroking back her damp hair and kissing her forehead.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only for a moment.” She made a low sound. “I think nobody could have done that better.”
“Thank you.”
They were both quiet for long moments, and he stroked his lips against her cheek.
He felt her smile again—until he sensed other emotions gathering inside her.
“What’s wrong?”
“How could I have let myself make love with you when the thing we should be doing is finding my father?”
Chapter Ten
He kept her in his arms and slid his lips against her brow. “Because it was something you needed. You needed to feel like you’d beaten your past.”
“You think that’s the reason I made love with you?” she asked, her voice sharp.
He was sorry he’d put it in those terms. “Part of it,” he said. “It’s a good thing. Not bad.”
He could see her turning that over in her mind, but her focus had shifted to the empty house outside of
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