An Innocent in Paradise by Kate Carlisle

“Yes.”
    â€œFinesse will have to come later.”
    â€œGod, yes, just touch me,” she demanded, lifting her mouth to cover his in a kiss so laced with sweet passion it brought an unfamiliar ache to his chest; and it forced him to ease back on his relentless urge to lose himself inside her.
    Instead, he kissed her again, meeting her sweetness with his own demanding assault on her mouth, her lips, her tongue. Finally, though, that kiss, as deep as it was, wasn’t enough to stay him any longer. He broke free, pulled his head back and stared down at her.
    â€œLook at me,” he whispered. “I want to see you lose control with me.”
    She complied and he stared with masculine satisfaction at the fierce glimmer of heat and need in her eyes. Holding her gaze, he plunged into her with one strong thrust.
    She gasped and her eyes widened in shock.
    â€œWhat the hell?” he shouted, then grimaced as he fought to hold himself completely still.
    â€œDon’t stop,” she insisted, wrapping her arms around his waist. She lifted both legs, resting her thighs against his hips, and that movement beneath him was a sensual wave that threatened to consume his last ounce of brain-power.
    But Logan forced himself to stop anyway, his eyes locked on hers as he struggled to speak. “You’re a virgin?”
    â€œThat’s not really important right now,” she said tightly, and raised her hips to urge him deeper inside her.
    â€œBut…the G-spot,” he uttered, resting his forehead on hers as he focused every ounce of his energy on keeping perfectly still. “What about when you—”
    â€œCan we discuss this later?” she said, and wound her legs around his to keep him bound to her.
    â€œYou’re killing me,” he said with a groan.
    â€œDon’t make me,” she said through clenched teeth.
    â€œWhen did you get so pushy?” he said, biting back a grin as he reached out and smoothed a strand of hair away from her cheek.
    She sighed. “Nobody warned me that men talked so much during sex.”
    He laughed despite the awkwardness of the moment. “Fine, but we’re going to have a long talk afterward.”
    â€œI figured we would.”
    He began to move again, slowly at first, then with building speed. He tried to keep his strokes long and smooth in order to ease inside her without causing too much pain. But when she skimmed her hands across his back and locked her legs around his waist, he lost whatever last bit of control he’d managed to maintain thus far.
    She matched him move for move and her heart pounded in rhythm with his. He pushed harder, pumped faster asthey both climbed higher, his need igniting more and more with every thrust.
    She rocked against him and Logan drove into her with savage delight, stroking and gliding as she urged him on. Then, with a sudden sharp intake of breath, she uttered his name and shattered beneath him.
    Logan watched her surrender in his arms and an innate need to join her overtook him. Thrusting harder, faster, deeper, his breath grew ragged as he used every muscle in his body to push again, then again, until an explosive wave of pleasure engulfed him and he was hurled over the edge with Grace.
    Exactly where he most wanted to be.

Six
    G race wasn’t sure how long she slept. Eventually, she opened her eyes and found Logan leaning on his elbow, watching her. A frown marred his handsome features.
    â€œI hurt you,” he said, as his fingers edged along her hairline. He was still stretched out next to her with his leg thrown over hers. It felt perfect.
    â€œNo,” she said, struggling to sit up and regain some dignity. But it was impossible because he wouldn’t budge, so she plopped her head back down on the pillow with a sigh. Dignity was overrated anyway. Besides, she was naked. How much dignity would she really be able to find?
    And who really cared? She had finally lost the big