When she closed her fingers on Cutter’s wrist, he looked into her eyes.“Too much?”
She felt she could drown in his gaze.Not John, but Cutter.Not dirty, but right.“Too little,” she whispered.Struggling to a sitting position, she pushed her blouse from her shoulders and unhooked her bra.There she faltered.“I’ve never done this before.”
Cutter drew the thin straps from her shoulders and set the bra aside.Then he looked at her as though he never wanted to look away, as though her breasts were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.
The soiling that Pam had felt at John’s hand was washed away by Cutter’s gaze.When he touched her she gasped, smiled self-consciously, then bit her lip when she felt the urge to cry out.While he kneaded her breasts, he sucked her lip away from her teeth.
“Say what you feel,” he ordered against her mouth.
“I’m burning.Burning.”
“Here?”He brushed her nipples with his fingertips.
She did cry out then.But he was still waiting for an answer when she finally caught her breath.“Inside,” she cried, not caring how desperate she sounded.The sensations were too new, too strong.She didn’t know how to handle them.“I’m burning inside.Ineedyou, Cutter.”
When he slipped a hand between her legs, she closed her thighs on it and moaned.What she felt was so excruciatingly beautiful that she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.She had always imagined it would be like fire inheaven with Cutter, but she hadn’t dared think her imaginings would come true.
Suddenly, when the reality of it was so close, she was terrified.“You’re not going to say no now, are you?”she asked in a high-pitched voice.“I’ll die if you do.”Hands shaking, she unsnapped her jeans and dragged down the zipper.
He caught her hand.“What are you doing?”
“What I should have done when I first got here.”
She rolled away.He lunged for her, but she was off the bed, pushing down her jeans and panties before he could reach her.
“Pam—” He snagged her around the waist and tumbled her back to the bed, with her jeans still hanging on one leg.
She wore a defiant look and little else.“If you don’t like what you see, you can send me home.I may be only seventeen, but I’m a woman.I can be woman enough for you if you give me a chance.Teach me, and I’ll make you burn, too.”
“You already do that,” he growled.With his body angled across hers to hold her still, he freed her leg of the last of her clothes.Then he took a long look at her.
Whether from pride or arousal or even shyness, she didn’t know, but she felt herself swell inside.“Help me,” she whispered, all defiance gone.“I don’t know what … It’s hurting.”
Fully clothed, he came over her.“Be sure, babe,” he warned, sounding hoarse.“Past this, and I won’t be able to stop.I’ve dreamed about doing it once too often.”
“Do it.”
“I’ll hurt you.”
“Never.”
“Physically.You’ll tear.”
Her voice had a frantic pitch.“I don’t care.Hurry.Hurry, Cutter.”She was pushing futilely at the waistband of his jeans.
He tore off his shirt, then his pants.In the broad light of day, he was more beautiful than she’d ever imagined, all long limbs, lean muscles, and sandy hair.
The touch of his bare skin against hers was like fire.She gasped.Then gasped again when he touched her.Before she knew what was happening, her body erupted into spasms of incredible pleasure.She threw back her head, eyes closed, panting for breath as the pleasure went on and on.She was still in its grip when she felt a searing pain.Her eyes flew to Cutter’s face, and although the pain lingered, the sense of fullness that came with it told her what had happened.
“I’m there, Pam.Inside you.You’re mine now.Mine.”
“I’ve always been yours,” she whispered on a thread of breath and smiled.“I love you.”
“I know.Me too.Does it hurt?”
“I feel so full.”
He gave a broken laugh.“You are.”
