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pleaded roughly. “Please don’t look away. Come on, baby,” he coaxed, tenderly guiding her chin.
She opened her eyes and saw the honest, savage need in his and didn’t feel quite so humiliated anymore.
“Talk to me,” Russ whispered.
“I don’t know what to say.” She looked at him, still feeling his pulsating hardness pressed against her. “Why did you stop?”
Russ groaned and lowered her shirt with unsteady hands. “I was so far gone, I was ready to take you on the hood of this pickup truck, Carly.” He kissed her mouth, then gave a wry grin. “That’s not exactly the best place for a first-timer to shed her . . .”
“Virginity,” she finished bluntly. She drew back from him. “Did it show that much?”
His gaze darkened. “Don’t even think it.”
Feeling the threat of tears, Carly blinked fiercely and looked away. She saw a cardinal perching on the large oak tree. “Does it bother you that I’m a virgin?” She heard the hoarseness in her voice, but couldn’t do a thing about it. Her emotions were in an uproar.
Russ took her palm and pressed it against his throbbing hardness. “Look at me.”
Carly fought against the seductive huskiness in his voice. She tried to pull back her hand, but he held firm. She finally looked at him.
“Feel me, Carly.” His eyes blazed with arousal as he molded her hand around him.
He was hot and hard as steel, and she found herself resenting the jeans he wore. She wanted to touch him there, where he was most vulnerable, most needy, and most male.
“I’ll probably be in this state for the rest of the day.” He moved her hand in a stroking motion and let out a long hiss of breath. “I think it’s fair to say I’m gonna be bothered until we go to bed.”
Russ didn’t hide the extent of his desire for her. His need was honest and irresistibly compelling, and she was amazed at the power she seemed to hold over him. He was such a big, powerful man.
With visible reluctance, he pulled her hand from his jeans and pressed his lips to her palm. “You name the time, lady,” he said. “But think it over, because one time isn’t going to do it for me. One night won’t do it.”
Carly heard the warning in his voice. She looked at him with his ruffled auburn hair glinting in the sun, his eyes completely serious. This was not the Russ from her childhood. This was the man. And he wanted her badly.
The image of long, hot nights, cool, cotton sheets, and tangled bodies filled her mind. A breathtaking excitement seized her. This would be no easy coupling, she realized. It would be hot and hard and strong like Russ. And God help her, she didn’t know how to handle it.
Carly made it home without wrecking the car. Even though she turned the air conditioner on high (and closed all the windows,) she was still hot by the time she climbed the steps to her apartment. She was almost as stunned by Russ as she was by her own feelings. The only element in this entire situation that comforted her was the fact that Russ had given her ultimate control. “You name the time,” he’d said. Carly knew she wasn’t ready. Physically, yes. Emotionally, no.
When she thought about making love with Russ, her chest tightened with apprehension. Or was it anticipation? She went into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. Maybe she should just do it and get it over with, she thought irritably as she stomped to the bathroom to run a cool bath. Maybe if she did it, her curiosity would be satisfied.
She might even be disappointed, she thought doubtfully.
Maybe she’d fall madly in love with Russ and make a complete fool of herself.
What would happen to their friendship afterward? Carly threw some bath salts into the tub. The nature of their friendship had changed, she admitted. Part of her longed for the uncomplicated relationship she used to share with Russ. In spite of the fact that he’d been best friends with her brothers, she’d grown to count on him as an
She opened her eyes and saw the honest, savage need in his and didn’t feel quite so humiliated anymore.
“Talk to me,” Russ whispered.
“I don’t know what to say.” She looked at him, still feeling his pulsating hardness pressed against her. “Why did you stop?”
Russ groaned and lowered her shirt with unsteady hands. “I was so far gone, I was ready to take you on the hood of this pickup truck, Carly.” He kissed her mouth, then gave a wry grin. “That’s not exactly the best place for a first-timer to shed her . . .”
“Virginity,” she finished bluntly. She drew back from him. “Did it show that much?”
His gaze darkened. “Don’t even think it.”
Feeling the threat of tears, Carly blinked fiercely and looked away. She saw a cardinal perching on the large oak tree. “Does it bother you that I’m a virgin?” She heard the hoarseness in her voice, but couldn’t do a thing about it. Her emotions were in an uproar.
Russ took her palm and pressed it against his throbbing hardness. “Look at me.”
Carly fought against the seductive huskiness in his voice. She tried to pull back her hand, but he held firm. She finally looked at him.
“Feel me, Carly.” His eyes blazed with arousal as he molded her hand around him.
He was hot and hard as steel, and she found herself resenting the jeans he wore. She wanted to touch him there, where he was most vulnerable, most needy, and most male.
“I’ll probably be in this state for the rest of the day.” He moved her hand in a stroking motion and let out a long hiss of breath. “I think it’s fair to say I’m gonna be bothered until we go to bed.”
Russ didn’t hide the extent of his desire for her. His need was honest and irresistibly compelling, and she was amazed at the power she seemed to hold over him. He was such a big, powerful man.
With visible reluctance, he pulled her hand from his jeans and pressed his lips to her palm. “You name the time, lady,” he said. “But think it over, because one time isn’t going to do it for me. One night won’t do it.”
Carly heard the warning in his voice. She looked at him with his ruffled auburn hair glinting in the sun, his eyes completely serious. This was not the Russ from her childhood. This was the man. And he wanted her badly.
The image of long, hot nights, cool, cotton sheets, and tangled bodies filled her mind. A breathtaking excitement seized her. This would be no easy coupling, she realized. It would be hot and hard and strong like Russ. And God help her, she didn’t know how to handle it.
Carly made it home without wrecking the car. Even though she turned the air conditioner on high (and closed all the windows,) she was still hot by the time she climbed the steps to her apartment. She was almost as stunned by Russ as she was by her own feelings. The only element in this entire situation that comforted her was the fact that Russ had given her ultimate control. “You name the time,” he’d said. Carly knew she wasn’t ready. Physically, yes. Emotionally, no.
When she thought about making love with Russ, her chest tightened with apprehension. Or was it anticipation? She went into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. Maybe she should just do it and get it over with, she thought irritably as she stomped to the bathroom to run a cool bath. Maybe if she did it, her curiosity would be satisfied.
She might even be disappointed, she thought doubtfully.
Maybe she’d fall madly in love with Russ and make a complete fool of herself.
What would happen to their friendship afterward? Carly threw some bath salts into the tub. The nature of their friendship had changed, she admitted. Part of her longed for the uncomplicated relationship she used to share with Russ. In spite of the fact that he’d been best friends with her brothers, she’d grown to count on him as an
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