She shivered with heat, with the beginnings of pleasure. She moved in slow circles, the tiny movement jarring something deep inside. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, clung to his heated body, and molded her mouth to the curve of his throat, relishing the salty taste. That thought sent heat slipping through her belly. Would there be a next time? Did she want there to be? I would have been more careful, taken it slower.” He pressed his mouth to hers, lingering over her lips. He confirmed the thought when he leaned his forehead against hers. Something softer, more tender, more intense, lingered deep in the depths of his eyes. She’d never known how intimate it would feel, to be joined so wholly with someone.

Such an exquisite sensation, his hard body molded to every inch of hers. Her body slowly adjusted, and the pain melted away. This time, he moved with her, eased in deeper, and filled more of her. The sound hissed out between his clenched teeth. He drew a ragged breath and expelled it slowly. The muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest rippled above her, tightly strained. His eyes fluttered closed, a look of pure torture crossing his chiseled features. She couldn’t bear it if he wanted to stop now. No matter what happened after this, she wouldn’t ever regret this. She hadn’t saved herself for him intentionally, but she was glad it had been him. She shifted her hips against his, to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of fullness, to entice him and divest them of the tension that suddenly spanned the miniscule space between them.

She met the accusation in his eyes, and her heart lurched. Brows drawn together, his dark eyes searched hers, first in fear then in slowly dawning shock.

With a quiet, panicked curse, his head snapped up. Pain slipped through her, and she couldn’t contain her choked cry. She bit her bottom lip and tried to prepare herself. In one long, powerful thrust, he filled her to the hilt. “Yes.” Her acknowledging whimper faded to a soft moan when his heated palms skimmed down her hips and cupped her bottom. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?” His soft lips brushed her earlobe then feathered down her neck, across her shoulder, making her shiver with need. Warm skin hit warm skin, and the tip of him nudged her entrance, made her achy and restless all over again. The doubts flitted away, left her mind on a soft, ragged sigh when he finally settled over her again.

Was she really ready to do this? Ready for how this would change their relationship? For how it would change her? Doubt pounded through her, fear prickling at the back of her mind. He sheathed himself then returned to her, an inferno blazed in his eyes when he crawled up the bed toward her.

The Playboy's Baby by J.M. Stewart