His Christmas Virgin by Carole Mortimer Page A

waist, a tantalising glimpse of her lacy panties visible beneath her unzipped jeans.
    He sat on the side of the bed, his gaze briefly holding hers before lowering as he slowly tugged those jeans down to fully reveal those white panties with the soft curls dark behind the lace, and the long length of her legs.
    Mac was barely breathing as she looked up into the dark intensity of Jonas’s face as his gaze slowly, hungrily, devoured every inch of her, from her head down to her toes.
    His face was flushed as that glittering blue gaze returned to meet hers. ‘I’m think I’m going to have to make love to you until you beg for me to stop,’ he muttered gruffly.
    Mac longed for that, ached for it, but at the same time she trembled at the depth of the desire she could feel flowing between them. ‘I hope you aren’t going to be disappointed,’ she whispered.
    Those blue eyes narrowed. ‘Why should I be disappointed?’
    Mac shook her head. ‘I’m not experienced, and—I—I don’t have any protection,’ she warned, not wanting to break the spell of the moment, but only too aware now of the reason Jonas’s parents had married each other. Of how much he would despise any woman stupid enough to make the same mistake with him.
    â€˜You aren’t on the pill?’ Jonas slid open the drawer in the bedside cabinet and took out a small foil packet.
    Her cheeks were flushed. ‘I— No, there’s never been any need.’
    Jonas looked at her suspiciously as an incredulous thought suddenly occurred to him. ‘You can’t possibly still be a virgin?’
    â€˜Why can’t I? Jonas…?’ Mac frowned her uncertainty as he stood up abruptly.
    Jonas stared down at her disbelievingly—accusingly—for several long seconds, before turning away to run an agitated hand through the thickness of his hair. A virgin! Jonas couldn’t believe it; Mac McGuire, a beautiful woman in her late twenties, who looked and dressed like a Bohemian, was a virgin!
    He turned back. ‘And exactly when were you going to tell me that interesting little piece of information?’ he bit out angrily. ‘Or were you just going to let me find out for myself once it was too late for me to do anything about it?’
    Mac gave a dazed shake of her head. ‘I don’t understand,’ she whispered.
    Jonas glared at her. ‘Virgin or not, you can’t be that naïve!’
    Mac was too stunned by the sudden tension between them to know what to think. ‘I don’t believe I’m naïve at all,’ she said slowly as she sat up, her hair falling forwards to cover the nakedness of her breasts. ‘I thought you realised after I told you about my one youthful disaster of a relationship—Jonas, what difference does it make whether or not I’ve had other lovers?’
    â€˜All the difference in the world to me,’ Jonas assured her harshly.
    Mac gave a pained frown as she wrapped her arms defensively about the bareness of her knees. ‘But why does it?’
    â€˜Because I have no intention of being any woman’s first lover, that’s why.’ His jaw was tightly clenched.
    â€˜All women have a first time with someone—’
    â€˜Yours isn’t going to be with me,’ he reiterated.
    â€˜Most men would be only too pleased to be a woman’s first lover!’ Tears of humiliation glittered in her eyes as she glared back at him and she resolutely blinked them away. She refused to cry in front of him!
    â€˜Not this man,’ he said fervently.
    Mac couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. Couldn’t believe that Jonas was refusing to make love to her just because she was a virgin!
    â€˜Why is that, Jonas?’ she challenged. ‘Do you think that I’m making such a grand gesture because I already imagine myself in love with you? Or do you think I’m trying to trap you