He laughed and pulled her close to him. “I prefer you to kiss me instead.”
That she could do.
It did not take many kisses before a deep yearning started building inside her again. It was as if he’d discovered what she liked best and this time, he’d set right to it.
She, too, had explored and learned a few things. Matt responded every time she kissed his ear. He adored her breasts and they felt very much the same way toward him in return.
And what she truly liked was his weight upon her.
His kisses became more purposeful. She began to realize how much he’d held himself back earlier. Now, it was as if he was being driven. As if she had unharnessed a force within him. His hands cupped her buttocks and curved her to him. The hair of his legs tickled her thighs as she cradled him. She pressed her breasts against his hard chest, her abdomen alongside his. In bed, their difference in height did not matter and she was soon willing to do whatever he wanted—
The tip of him pushed against her intimately. He stroked her with that very hard staff, mimicking the earlier strokes of his fingers. She flinched at the touch. He gentled her with soft words in her ear.
“Precious,” he whispered. “So precious.”
He meant her. She was what was “precious” to him.
Her legs opened to him. He felt good as he slid himself up and back. Very good.
Matt raised his weight up. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with concern, or was it lust? “This may hurt.”
She had no fear. There had been some discomfort the last time, but pleasure had quickly replaced pain.
“I’ll do this quick. You are so ready, but, Willa, I don’t know if I can hold back once I start. Do you understand?”
She cupped his face in her hands. Looking into his eyes, she promised, “I will be fine.”
His lips found hers. He kissed her, deep and hard. She curved toward him. She knew he would never hurt her.
The tip of the shaft was right where his fingers had been.
And then he thrust forward, and itwasas if she was being rendered in two. A sheering pain cut through her.
Chapter 8
Matt felt her tear.
He knew he should pause, to take a moment, but Willa had him. She was tight and closed around him. He’d never experienced anything that felt this good, this right.
His mind was not his own.
He registered her distress. His kiss swallowed her cry. Her hands moved from around his neck to pressing her palms against his shoulders. She tried to buck against him, to free herself, and that was not helping matters. It just drove him deeper—which was where he wanted to be, embedded in her.
Matt held still. What had started as exciting and lusty had turned dark and punitive. He also knew he couldn’t let Willa go, not at this moment. She needed to understand what lay beyond the pain. That this joining was more than an animal act. There was beauty to it and deep satisfaction.
But first came pain.
It took all his stamina to hold himself steady. “Willa, Willa.”
“Let me go.”
“If I do, you’ll never know. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t.” And yet, he knew he was. The joy was gone for her.
And for him.
Seconds seemed like hours until, at last, Matt did what he knew he must. He pulled out of her.
He acted against his every primitive impulse. As if in defiance, his seed released, but he had done as she demanded.
