hard contours of his shoulders, experimenting with the feminine magic she was discovering within herself.
When Ridge's questing hand reached the soft nest of hair at the juncture of her thighs, he lifted his head to look down at her. "Part your legs for me, Kalena. Open yourself. I want to touch all of you. I have to touch you."
She hesitated, more out of a lingering uncertainty than any real fear. But when he coaxed her ankles apart with his foot, she forgot about the vague unsureness she had been feeling and buried her face against his shoulder. She opened herself to him, lifting her hips against the heat of his hand.
"Ah, Kalena, you are as ready for me as the lock is ready for its key. And we are going to fit together just as perfectly."
Kalena shuddered as Ridge touched her with deep intimacy. His fingers explored her gently, finding the center of her excitement and teasing her there until her hands were clenched into his shoulders, her nails like tiny sintars. Then he stroked inside the dampening channel that seemed to be the core of her body.
"Ridge!"
"Soon, my sweet farm lady. Very soon. When I have made you so hot you think you are going to burst into flames, that's when I'll take you."
"I'll go out of my head," she gasped, reaching down to capture his hand and press it more tightly against herself.
"That's exactly how I want you," he told her, his voice huskier than she had yet heard it. "Exactly how I want you."
"Please, Ridge." She knew this building excitement had to have a release, and she was beginning to long for it as she had never longed for anything in her life.
Ridge said nothing, but bent his head to drop a lingering kiss on her stomach, just above the damp nest he was teasing with his fingers.
"Please, Ridge, now"
His answering laugh was thick with his own passion. "I think you're right. Even if you could last a little longer, I couldn't. Part your legs a little more, Kalena. Show me you want me."
She did as he instructed, making a place for him between her thighs. He came down along the length of her, covering her slowly and completely, resting his weight on his elbows as he looked down at her.
Kalena lifted her lashes to find herself looking into a golden fire in his eyes that was not quenched even by the shadows in the room. She wanted to say something in that tension filled moment and could find no words. Her hands gripped his upper arms.
"Wrap your legs around me, Kalena. I'll take care of everything else."
She obeyed, aware of the heavy shaft poised at her opening. Tentatively, and then more urgently, she clung to him. She felt infinitely vulnerable, fully aware of her own inability to control what would happen next. A belated fear that was very primitive and very feminine suddenly coursed through her. Ridge felt it at once.
"It's all right, Kalena," he soothed. "I told you I would take care of you, didn't I?"
"Yes."
"You must learn to trust the man you're marrying today." His thumbs stroked the line of her cheek, gentling her until some of the uncertainty receded. Then he reached down between their bodies, fitting himself to her until she could feel the blunt, hard heaviness of him beginning to stretch her in a way that she, had never known. He burned at the entrance to her body.
The sensation was exotic, exciting. Kalena forgot the last of her short-lived fear and clutched Ridge more tightly to her.
"I knew I could set you on fire. The first moment I saw you, I knew. Like holding a match to kindling.
Like making the steel glow." His fingers moved tantalizingly over the small nub of pleasure he had discovered earlier and Kalena moaned helplessly. "Close your eyes," he whispered deeply, "and follow me."
She did as he said, squeezing her eyes shut against the tight, thrilling sensations that were overwhelming her. Then there was a relentless, building pressure between her legs as Ridge pushed himself against her.
In that instant Olara's warnings crowded back into Kalena's
When Ridge's questing hand reached the soft nest of hair at the juncture of her thighs, he lifted his head to look down at her. "Part your legs for me, Kalena. Open yourself. I want to touch all of you. I have to touch you."
She hesitated, more out of a lingering uncertainty than any real fear. But when he coaxed her ankles apart with his foot, she forgot about the vague unsureness she had been feeling and buried her face against his shoulder. She opened herself to him, lifting her hips against the heat of his hand.
"Ah, Kalena, you are as ready for me as the lock is ready for its key. And we are going to fit together just as perfectly."
Kalena shuddered as Ridge touched her with deep intimacy. His fingers explored her gently, finding the center of her excitement and teasing her there until her hands were clenched into his shoulders, her nails like tiny sintars. Then he stroked inside the dampening channel that seemed to be the core of her body.
"Ridge!"
"Soon, my sweet farm lady. Very soon. When I have made you so hot you think you are going to burst into flames, that's when I'll take you."
"I'll go out of my head," she gasped, reaching down to capture his hand and press it more tightly against herself.
"That's exactly how I want you," he told her, his voice huskier than she had yet heard it. "Exactly how I want you."
"Please, Ridge." She knew this building excitement had to have a release, and she was beginning to long for it as she had never longed for anything in her life.
Ridge said nothing, but bent his head to drop a lingering kiss on her stomach, just above the damp nest he was teasing with his fingers.
"Please, Ridge, now"
His answering laugh was thick with his own passion. "I think you're right. Even if you could last a little longer, I couldn't. Part your legs a little more, Kalena. Show me you want me."
She did as he instructed, making a place for him between her thighs. He came down along the length of her, covering her slowly and completely, resting his weight on his elbows as he looked down at her.
Kalena lifted her lashes to find herself looking into a golden fire in his eyes that was not quenched even by the shadows in the room. She wanted to say something in that tension filled moment and could find no words. Her hands gripped his upper arms.
"Wrap your legs around me, Kalena. I'll take care of everything else."
She obeyed, aware of the heavy shaft poised at her opening. Tentatively, and then more urgently, she clung to him. She felt infinitely vulnerable, fully aware of her own inability to control what would happen next. A belated fear that was very primitive and very feminine suddenly coursed through her. Ridge felt it at once.
"It's all right, Kalena," he soothed. "I told you I would take care of you, didn't I?"
"Yes."
"You must learn to trust the man you're marrying today." His thumbs stroked the line of her cheek, gentling her until some of the uncertainty receded. Then he reached down between their bodies, fitting himself to her until she could feel the blunt, hard heaviness of him beginning to stretch her in a way that she, had never known. He burned at the entrance to her body.
The sensation was exotic, exciting. Kalena forgot the last of her short-lived fear and clutched Ridge more tightly to her.
"I knew I could set you on fire. The first moment I saw you, I knew. Like holding a match to kindling.
Like making the steel glow." His fingers moved tantalizingly over the small nub of pleasure he had discovered earlier and Kalena moaned helplessly. "Close your eyes," he whispered deeply, "and follow me."
She did as he said, squeezing her eyes shut against the tight, thrilling sensations that were overwhelming her. Then there was a relentless, building pressure between her legs as Ridge pushed himself against her.
In that instant Olara's warnings crowded back into Kalena's
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