“I’ve never wanted to take anyone the way I want you,” hegrowled, his breath a warm puff of air fanning over her lips.
“Take me,” she murmured against his mouth. “Tonight, I’myours.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, briefly lowering his forehead to hers.“I’m going to lose my head if I’m not inside you soon.”
She wanted him inside her. Mindless, she moved against intohis finger, hungry for more of him. Deeper. Harder. Oh good heavens, yes.“Please,” she begged. “I want you.”
“It’s going to hurt.” He kissed her lingeringly. “When Ienter you, I’m given to understand there will be pain.”
She didn’t fail to notice his phrasing. “Am I your first virgin?”
“Yes.” His tone was low, velvety. “We are one another’sfirsts, it would seem, in different ways.”
She rather liked the notion, she found. It seemed fittingsomehow. “I have never been faint-hearted,” she said, referring to the pain.“When I was a girl, I broke my arm falling from an apple tree and I never evencried.” Surely his entrance couldn’t cause as much pain as a broken bone had,she reasoned.
“Brave girl,” he said, kissing her. “I don’t want to hurtyou.”
“You won’t,” she said with more bravado than she truly felt.“Make me yours.”
“The things you do to me,” he gritted out, suddenly ceasinghis delicious torture. His cock, large and full, pressed into her instead.“Wrap your legs round my waist, darling.”
She did as he asked, allowing him to settle comfortablybetween her thighs. He moved against her, not yet entering her. Warm pleasurehit her like a wave from the ocean.
“How does that feel?” he asked, sounding strained.
She was touched by his concern but frustrated too. Shedidn’t want him to be restrained and careful. She wanted him to lose himselfinside her. “Wonderful,” she murmured.
He thrust into her, slowly at first, and then withincreasing pace and vigor. The pain began, an unpleasant burning. This was whatshe’d been warned about, but she knew that once her maidenhead was gone, shewould never again experience the discomfort she knew now. Biting her lip, shejerked into him, taking him deep inside. A sharp ache cut through her.
And then he began moving. The pain ebbed with each long,slow thrust of his cock. As she adapted to the new sensation of him filling her,she moved along with him, adjusting the angle of her hips for comfort. Soon,pleasure overtook all else. Nothing could have prepared Maggie for the feelingof a man pleasuring her in that elemental way. It was incredible.
He reached between their bodies to stroke her and increasedthe pace and the pressure of his thrusts, his breathing coming faster. Hisheart was a rapid thump against her breast. She sank her fingers into his silkyhair, inhaling deeply of his potent, male scent. Just when she thought nothingin the world could possibly compare to the sensations sparking through her, shewas proven wrong. He anchored her hips and slammed into her, bringing herintense waves of pleasure. She was going to come yet again, she realized,twisting up, wanting more of him, wanting to consume him.
Her sheath tightened on his cock as she found her release,and he abruptly withdrew from her. He pressed himself against her belly and a warm,wet spurt landed on her bare skin. His seed, she realized.
He collapsed at her side, wrapping one possessive arm aroundher, his breathing heavy and fast. Maggie had never felt more alive. She wasawash in fantastic sensation, her entire body throbbing, her sex wet andswollen. She turned to him and pressed one last kiss to his lips, knowing thatfrom this moment forward, she would never again be the same.
A woman, she thought with what little coherence remained inher fogged mind. She was at last a woman.
Chapter Two
He woke to a woman, warm and sweet-smelling, pressed to hisside. For a moment, he thought it was Eleanor, until he recalled that Eleanorhad told him to go to hell and was likely off riding her balding, red-nosedhusband somewhere in London. Damn it.
Simon blinked open his eyes sleepily. Perched on her side,his bedmate slept opposite him, her back a bare slice of tempting skin, longred curls curved over her creamy shoulder. The bedclothes had pooled around hernarrow waist, leaving the small dent at the top of her buttocks visible to himin the early-morning light.
Ah yes, his mystery woman. His cock stirred as recollectionfiltered through his sleep-fogged mind. He’d taken a virgin he’d met at LadyNeedham’s house party. Hell. His morals were rapidly descending to the gutters.But making love to her had been the best thing to happen to him in as long ashe could remember, and he didn’t really care.
She sighed in her sleep and settled onto her back, revealingher full, pink-tipped breasts to him once more. Her nipples were hard, beggingto be sucked. He groaned, his hand going to his already rigid cock andstroking. Hopefully she wasn’t too sore, for he longed to take her again. He’ddone his best to ease her into lovemaking, but he’d never had a virgin before,and there was no telling how her body would react.
He moved his hand beneath the covers, brushing his fingersover her rounded thigh before settling in the damp, hot folds of her cunny. Ahyes. She certainly felt ready. He glanced up to her face as a gauge. Her maskstill covered the upper half of her face, but in her slumber it had beenknocked askew. Curiosity pricked him then.
Who was she? He had to know, for he was convinced that whatthey’d shared the evening before was destined to be repeated. Again and again.She was intoxicating. He didn’t think he could ever get enough. With his freehand, he reached up and slid the mask easily from her face. He wasn’t about tolet her out of his sight. She was…
Good, sweet Christ.
She was his wife.
He stilled, willing his eyes to see something different. Ithad been some time since he’d last seen her—perhaps even a year—but there itwas, the small, pert nose, the lush lips, the riotous red curls. She appearedsomehow wilder, more lush and womanly now as she lay nude with him. But theface of his mystery woman, the woman who had altered his world with herinnocent passion, was undeniably the woman he had wed.
