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  She glided her tongue over the tip of his engorged cock and tasted the salty pre-cum on her lips. It made her hungry for more. She wanted to taste him the way he’d tasted her, without fear or restraint, just trusting her intuition as a woman to give her man what he needed.

  He threw his head back, moaning deep in throat. “God, I’ve imagined this so many times, baby. Your sweet mouth on my cock… it’s even better… than I…”

  She stole his words with her tongue, sliding it all over from base to tip, making him wet. The blood rushing through his cock was almost palpable. She could feel it straining in her hand, and longed to feel that same sensation in her mouth. She had never pleasured a man this way, but she was more than ready now.

  “Ah…” Fisting his hands in her hair, he clenched and released, as though he was fighting a losing battle with himself.

  She could tell he wanted to be aggressive, to take a strong lead and force her down on his cock, but he was trying to be gentle and respectful of her lack of experience. She loved him even more for that. No doubt about it, Shane was the kind of man most women only dreamed about finding, and he was hers, at least for tonight. Maybe longer, if she could get past her fear and insecurity and let him in.

  She took him in her mouth, tentatively at first, trying to decide how far she could go, but the sound of his soft moans, knowing that she was giving him so much pleasure, spurred her into action. She stopped thinking and starting feeling. His hard shaft felt like steel cloaked in velvet and she wanted, needed, more. She wasn’t doing this for him anymore. She was doing it for herself too. She was ready to surrender to the physical pleasure she’d denied herself for too long.

  “Oh God,” he muttered. “Yeah, just like that, nice and deep.”

  Listening to his direction, and the gentle pressure on the back of her head, she zeroed in on the only thing mattered to her in this moment: giving him pleasure. She loved the feel of him, wet and hot, sliding between her lips as she thrust his hard cock in and out of her mouth. She couldn’t suppress her deep moan, only to moan again when he obviously enjoyed the sensation.

  “Baby,” he said, gripping her shoulders. “You have to stop.”

  Shifting back, she felt the heat of embarrassment wash over her. She wasn’t doing it right. She wasn’t experienced enough to push him to the point of claiming his release. “I’m sorry,” she said, dipping her head. “I know I’m not very good at that, I’ve never…”

  He pulled her to her feet and framed her face with his hands. “Are you serious? Honey, that was amazing. I asked you to stop because I’m so close…” He leaned in to brush a kiss over her lips. “And I need to come inside of you. I want to be looking into your eyes,” he smiled, “not at the top of your head, when you take me there.”

  She smiled back, grateful that he was sensitive enough to know that she needed his reassurance now. “I want that too, to make love to you.”

  He reached for the faux-fur blanket on the back of the couch and then spread it on the area rug in front of the fireplace. “You know the next time will have to be in front of a real fireplace at my place. These gas jobs just don’t have the same effect.”

  Next time. This was more than a one-night stand to him, and knowing that gave her the courage to hope for more. Pointing to the blanket, she said, “You realize all this stuff is rented, don’t you?”

  He chuckled. “I’ll buy it.” His eyes darkened as he took a step toward her. “I want to keep it to remind me of our first time, your first time.”

  She shuddered at the significance of his words. Her friends thought she was crazy to save herself for the right man, but no one had ever turned her inside out the way he did. She was so grateful she’d waited now because that look in his eye told her that he was worth waiting for. “It’s crazy that we’re doing this now,” she said, suddenly feeling a wave of uncertainty about where they would go from here. “We haven’t even been out on a date yet, and here I am giving you…”

  He thrust his hands into her hair as he stole her breath with the intensity of his gaze. “You know me. This isn’t a game to me, Lacy. I wouldn’t make love to you unless I thought we had a real shot at a future.”

  It wasn’t a guarantee. She knew he would be lying if he made promises now, but it was enough to convince her that he was committed to trying to build a relationship, and that’s all she could ask for now. “I know you’re not the type of guy who’d sleep with a girl and forget to call the next day.”

  A trace of a smile passed his lips. “I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve done that a time or two, but I won’t with you. I meant what I said earlier. I can’t get you out of my head, Lacy. I go to sleep thinking about you. I wake up thinking about you.”

  She reached to press a soft kiss to his lips. It was her way of telling him she shared his pain. Her fixation with him had started to intrude on all areas of her life. She thought of him when she was driving, working, lying in bed at night.

  “You’ve been making me crazy.” He laughed. “I’ve asked you out a dozen times over the past month, yet you kept shooting me down. What the hell was that about?”

  “I was scared,” she said, forcing herself to look him in the eye. “I still am, but I’m tired of hiding from this. I know my feelings are not going to go away, so I’m finally ready to face them, to do something about them.”

  He pulled her into his arms and slid his hand down her back. “I’m not gonna make you regret this. I promise.”

  She knew that no matter what happened, whether they found love forever or if this was just a brief moment in time, she would have no regrets. He was a good, honest, decent man. She knew he’d make a wonderful husband and father someday, but whether he would be her husband, the father of her children, she had no idea.

  Pulling back to look at her, he said, “I need you to believe that.”

  Shaking her head, she smiled. “I do.”

  He lifted her hand, pressing his lips to her palm. “God, I feel like I’ve waited forever for this.”

  She laughed. “You may feel as though you’ve been waiting forever, but I have, literally.” And she didn’t want to wait one more minute. The feel of his arousal was heavy between them, and she was anxious to feel him sink inside of her.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore,” he said, grabbing her hips and holding her tight against him. “I can’t wait anymore.”

  She allowed him to lead her to the blanket he’d set out on the floor. When she saw him reach for the jeans he’d discarded earlier, she grabbed his wrist. “Shane, you don’t have to. I’m on the pill.” He’d mentioned having the courage to trust him earlier, and in her mind, this was the ultimate show of trust.

  “I don’t understand. I thought…”

  Pressing her palm to his chest, she could feel his heart pounding, and she knew he wasn’t as collected as he seemed. “The doctor recommended it, just to regulate my cycle.”

  He pulled the foil packet out of his pocket, holding it between his fingers. “Listen, I’d love nothing more than to make love to you without this, but I understand if you want me to wear it.”

  “Do you usually? Wear them, I mean?” If he said no, she would insist he wear one with her. She wasn’t foolish enough to jeopardize her future, not even for him.

  “To tell you the truth, I’ve never had sex without one.” He chuckled. “So this would be a first for me too.”

  She grabbed the packet and tossed it over her shoulder. “That settles it then.”

  His eyes darkened with arousal. “You’re sure?”

  “Positive.”

  Chapter Five

  By the time he laid her down on the blanket and eased his weight over her, Shane felt more nervous than he had his first time. He was about to make love to Lacy. The one woman he thought he’d never have, the one he was beginning to fear he’d never be able to live without.

  Bracing his weight on his forearms, he leaned over her and brushed her hair out of her eyes. He nipped her bottom lip w
ith his teeth. The kiss quickly exploded into hungry, wet strokes, soft moans, and the urge to touch and taste her everywhere. He knew he had to slow down. He couldn’t give into his animalistic urges, not this first time when she was so vulnerable. He had to prove to her that he was willing to put her first, above his own need for a quick release.

  Her fingernails grazed his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She finally broke the kiss, panting into his neck. “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. Please.”

  Her broken plea was the beginning of the end for him; he wouldn’t or couldn’t deny this woman anything. He reached between them to ensure she was ready to take him. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she instantly clenched his fingers.

  She tipped her head back, arching her neck as she tried to ride his fingers.

  Satisfied that she was as ready as he was, he slid his cock through her wet folds, teasing them both when he began rubbing the tip of his rigid cock over her swollen clit. He knew she was close to coming again and was confident he could take her there with a few well-placed strokes, but the next time she came, he wanted to feel every spasm run down the length of his aching shaft. He was so hard and so turned on, it was almost painful, but it was, without question, the sweetest pain he’d ever endured. In fact, he’d gladly surrender to this kind of pain every day for the rest of his life.

  Thinking about forever should have terrified him, but it didn’t, not with her. She was the kind of woman who elicited fantasies about babies and settling down in the suburbs. He ran his hand over her tight abdomen, a smile teasing his lips as he imagined her pregnant with his baby. He wanted that. Hell, he wanted it all with her, and he wasn’t willing to settle for less.

  She opened eyes heavy with arousal to look at him. “What’re you smiling about, handsome?”

  He couldn’t tell her the truth. It was too soon. Too many issues still stood between them. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, teasing her opening with his cock. Closing his eyes, he had to dig deep to find the will to resist his cock’s urge to plunge inside of her tight channel in one quick thrust. He knew taking it slow, inching in, would be painful for both of them, but he was determined to make this as easy and pleasurable for her as possible.

  Spreading her lips wide apart, he watched the head of his cock disappear inside of her tight pussy. God, it was the hotter than hell to watch, but it felt indescribable. The first time he took a girl’s virginity, he was too young and stupid to appreciate the full effect, but this time he was almost twenty years older, with wisdom borne of screwing too many women, and none of them the right one, until now.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked, watching her face carefully for signs of fear or pain. He knew some discomfort was inevitable as he stretched her to accommodate his girth, but if he thought he was causing her real pain, he would withdraw without thinking twice.

  “Yeah,” she said, sinking her teeth into her lip.

  “Just relax for me,” he said, circling his hands around her waist. She was so petite, so vulnerable, and he was larger than the average man, in more ways than one. “Just think about how good it’s gonna feel when my cock is buried, balls deep, in your pussy.”

  She moaned, inching her hips up, and he knew the best course of action was to distract her from the pain by forcing her to imagine how good it would feel when he finally breached her barrier. “That’s it,” he said, tilting her hips up as he eased in a little more. Clenching his teeth, he slid his hands up her ribcage and cupped her tits in his hand. He meant it when he said they were spectacular. Full and soft with large, dusky nipples, more than a handful, but he intended to take full advantage later. He imagined squeezing them together and creating a tight valley for his cock to slide through. He’d instruct her to lick the head of his cock on the up pass. God, there were so many things he wanted to do with her, to show her. He couldn’t believe he was the one lucky enough to introduce her to the incredible world of eroticism she missed for so long.

  Gripping his thighs, she moaned low in her throat. “God, you’re so big. I don’t know if this is gonna work, Shane.”

  She wasn’t the first woman to tell him he was big, but he hadn’t worried about their ability to accommodate him. His previous lovers were all experienced, some too experienced for his liking. “It’s okay, honey. We’re gonna take this nice and slow, like I said.” He rubbed lazy circles over her nipples, satisfied when she arched into his touch on a soft moan.

  “Hmm, that feels good,” she said, arching her back. “My nipples are so sensitive.”

  He intended to lick and suck them some more later, but for now he had to concentrate on the task at hand. He could feel her relaxing, but it still wasn’t enough to allow him to gain entry. Part of him wanted to get it over with in one quick thrust, but he couldn’t risk hurting her. He reached down to peel her lips apart, exposing her clit. As he stroked the tiny bud, he watched her face transform into a mask of ecstasy. Before long, she was moaning deep in her throat, inching up on his cock, and grabbing his hips, begging him to fuck her hard and fast.

  His little angel had a bit of the devil in her and it turned him on, big time.

  When she finally reached the pinnacle, she thrust up on his cock, heedless of the pain, and he knew it was finally going to get easier. He dug his fingers into her hips, clenching his teeth as her tight pussy throbbed around his cock. It was enough to send him over the edge, but he’d waited too long to allow this to be over before it even got started. He was going to ride this out even if it killed him, and judging by the way his heart was racing and his pulse was pounding, it just might.

  She opened her eyes to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, her long blonde hair tousled and fanning out on the blanket, and her eyes shined with the evidence of her contentment. Her happiness was so obvious it took his breath away, leaving him feeling humbled and unworthy.

  He felt like someone knocked the wind out of him. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak.

  “You okay, Shane?”

  He wasn’t okay. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him, but he couldn’t find the words to express what he was feeling. It was too powerful, too intense. He knew she expected him to say or do something, so he closed his eyes, tipped his head back, and started slowly easing his cock in and out of her tight channel.

  “Hmm, that feels amazing,” she whispered.

  Amazing didn’t begin to describe it. This felt like it for him, the moment he’d waited his whole life for, the woman he prayed he would one day meet. When the moment finally came, he didn’t expect it to be so crystal clear, but it was. He wanted to marry this girl, and he knew that came with the risk of rejection. He was considering putting himself out there in a way he never had before, and that scared the hell out of him.

  He opened his eyes and watched her reaction as he began to pick up momentum and surrender to his body’s overwhelming need to give her everything he had to give. She was a perfect fit for him, her pussy wrapped around his cock like a vice, but it felt unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Sex had just been sex before this. Tonight he felt like he was making love for the first time to his soul mate.

  “I love the way you feel,” she whispered. “I had no idea it would feel like this. It’s so intense, so…”

  He tried to focus on the slow slide of cock rubbing her tender tissue, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what tomorrow might bring. Was she interested in a relationship, or was this about satisfying her sexual curiosity and surrendering to their mutual attraction for one night? He had no idea, but he had to find out before he slowly lost his mind.

  Plunging into her in a steady rhythm finally drove all other thoughts out of his head and he moved into the zone where his body’s powerful need for release was the only thing that existed. Closing his eyes, blackness enveloped him, intensifying the sensation. He could hear her muted cries, but the only thing for him in that moment was the burst of fluid building, demanding release. He imagined shooting his hot come i
nside of her, the satisfaction of knowing she was taking every last drop.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, digging his hands into her hips. He was sure there would be evidence of his force tomorrow, but he couldn’t help himself. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

  “Yes,” she said, clenching him hard.

  He knew she was close, and he still had the sense to help her find her release once more. He stroked her clit furiously, praying she wasn’t far behind because he couldn’t forestall this orgasm even if someone were holding a gun to his head.

  Gripping his thighs, she cried out, “Yes, right there. Oh God, I’m gonna come.”

  When he was finally able to submit to the blinding force, it felt like someone had lit a fuse and he was standing directly in its path, a prisoner to the impending explosion. There was no escape. He just had to ride it out and pray that he escaped in one piece. “Goddammit,” he shouted, feeling the first burst shoot out of his cock, filling her. He knew the sensation of draining his load in a woman for the first time was intense, but this consumed him.

  With his cock finally spent, he withdrew slowly, watching her carefully for signs of discomfort. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  Her eyes were closed, but a smile tipped her lips. “You even have to ask?”

  He knelt beside her. “I’m hoping you thought to get bedding for that big bed upstairs?”

  “Of course. Don’t you know that presentation is everything?”

  He did, and the package she presented to him right now made his mouth water. “In that case, let’s head upstairs.”

  She opened her eyes, tilting her head to the side to look at him. “I really should go home. I have to visit Tommy tomorrow. Besides, your realtor is having an open house here at noon. I should make sure the place is presentable.” She ran her hand over the fur throw beneath her. “We may have messed things up a bit.”

  He chuckled. She was crazy if she thought she was spending the night anywhere other than curled up in his arms. “Fine, we don’t have to stay here. Your place or mine, you decide.”