Hallie kept her lips tightly closed, and she pushed at his chest. He kissed her harder. She drew back her foot to kick him, but her shoeless feet could do no damage. She tried to knee him, but he must have sensed her intention, because his hand gripped her lower thigh, right on her healing burn. She gasped, and his tongue penetrated her mouth while his other hand moved from her head to hold her jaw so she couldn’t bite him. The moment his tongue touched hers she lost her sense and found herself weakening. She loved the feel of his kiss. So much so, she couldn’t stop her own response. Her tongue joined his, and he grew gentle. His hands roamed her body, stroking the tension from wherever he touched her. Soon his lips left hers to drift softly across her cheek. He brushed aside her braided loops of hair so his lips could play with the outside of her ear.
“I want you,” he whispered. “God help me, but I want you.”
His tongue laved her ear and gave her chills.
You’re doing it again.You’re falling and falling.Oh, but she couldn’t stop, not when it felt so good.
His palm inched in slow circles over her cloth-covered breast. Her nipples tightened, and with each motion of his hand, they scratched against the fabric of her corset. She pressed into his hand, and he kneaded her breast. His other arm tightened across her back and his hand worked the buttons of her dress free. She felt her corset loosen, and suddenly her breasts were free. His hand closed over her, and he bent her back over his arm, giving his mouth access to her other breast. He suckled her and she moaned, because with each pull of his mouth, she throbbed deep in the crevice between her thighs.
He lowered her to the bed and removed the support of his arm. The coolness of the coverlet now lay against her back. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, standing there coatless, tieless. His hands tore open his white linen shirt, sending the onyx studs scattering to the floor. The shirt split to reveal dark body hair swirling thickly across his exposed chest. Her curious gaze followed the path of hair from just below the hollow of his neck to where it disappeared into the waistband of his trousers.
Then he was lying atop her, his hips pressing in hard against her skirts. His open mouth met hers and again his tongue plunged, keeping rhythm with his moving hips. His chest hair rubbed against the breasts he’d licked to the peak of sensation. Her mind, overpowered by the sensory response of her body, was vaguely aware of her heavy skirt moving down and off.
Kit rolled with her until he lay between her and the bed. His hand tore at the ties of her petticoats. He shoved them down her legs and kicked the yards of fabric free. The petticoats rustled loudly in a room filled only with the sound of heated breathing. His tongue moved from her mouth to her ear and plunged inside. At the same time, his hand moved between their bodies, scooting down to the open seam in her drawers. He touched her.
“No,” she gasped in shock, closing her legs tightly on his fingers.
His tongue, damp and warm, left her ear, but his lips pressed against it, whispering into the damp interior. “Yes.”
His knuckle, held tight by her tense thighs, pressed against her woman’s bud, making her cry out, half in protest, half in pleasure. Her legs relaxed, and deep within her she melted. His hand left her throbbing center, and he lifted her so her melting moistness rested on the cloth-covered bulge of his pants. Again he rotated his hips, slowly, pressing upward to push his hardness against her most sensitive point. He rocked with her, and the friction of the movement made her moan.
Kit drew the laces from the last eyelet of her corset, and the garment separated. He pulled it from between their bodies and flung it on the floor. He rolled over with her again, shedding his shirt and mumbling against her ear. “Give me your body, Hallie. I want you... want you...”
His mouth traveled up and down the cord of her neck while he undid the buttons on his pants. Everywhere their torsos touched there was hot skin against hot skin. His mouth assaulted her taut nipples, first one, then the other. His hand drifted over her ribs, stroking in soft, caressing circles, and then moved downward, into her drawers, where his fingers tangled through her woman’s mound and circled the center of her pleasure. Her thighs parted more and he lifted them until her knees bent. The inner seam of her drawers gaped open and he rose up, pushing down his pants and poising the tip of his hard, male length at the entrance to her body. Still his finger circled, driving her higher while he inched inside. He paused, both his entry and his finger, and she moved against them both, not wanting to lose that elusive thing her body strived toward.
His lips met hers, soft and drifting, and they teased across her own. His finger started again and he filled her a little more, stretching into her until he touched her barrier. His tongue filled her mouth and his finger rubbed faster. She was dying and she didn’t care, because his finger gave the last stroke she sought. She cried her pleasure against his tongue, and he thrust through her, the painful tearing of her maidenhead eased by the drumming of her release.
He stopped, embedded tightly within her. Then, after her pulsing ebbed, his hips rotated, each upward movement pulling him to the edge of her just as the downturn of his circle pushed him back inside. Again she felt the drive, only it was faster, deeper, but before she reached the peak, Kit groaned and plunged painfully deep, making Hallie cry out.
He rested heavily against her, his ragged breathing slowed. “Lie still, sweet. Lie still...”
“You’re hurting me.”
He used his elbows to lift his chest from hers. “Is that better?”
“No. It hurts... inside.” She was going to cry.
He pulled out. “Okay?”
The sobs burst, and she cried so hard she couldn’t get her breath.
“Hallie, don’t cry, please.”
He tried to hold her, but she turned away, crying and shamed.
“Hallie, listen to me. It can hurt a woman... at first. I tried to make the loving easier...”
Love?
I don’t love her, Lee...His words echoed in her mind, and she cried harder. What had she done?
His hand stroked her shoulder.
“No! Don’t touch me!” she wailed, grabbing at her drawers. Her body, half naked and exposed, curled into a protective fetal ball. His weight left the bed and she heard the rustle of clothing.
“Hallie?”
“Go away.”
