Miss Greenhorn by Diana Palmer

out of his way, jerking up her smock so that he could find her with his mouth.
    It had never been like this, so intense, so heated. She felt the hungry mouth fasten on her breast and she began to weep with reaction. The pleasure was almost pain in its intensity. She clung to him, pressing closer, begging for his touch.
    He lifted his head, pausing to look down at his handiwork with blazing eyes before he lifted his gaze to lock with hers. She looked loved, he thought dazedly. Her misty pale green eyes were half-closed, her face a study in absolute surrender. He thought he’d never seen anything half as lovely in his life.
    â€œCan Harry give you that?” he asked huskily.
    â€œDon’t,” she pleaded in a broken whisper. “Don’t…play with me. I can’t help it.”
    He let out a rough sigh. “You might not believe it, but neither can I.” He rolled away from her, his face hard and drawn.
    She turned her head and only then noticed that the sheet had come away. He was as beautiful as a sculpture, all long elegant lines and powerful muscle. Even where he was most a man, he was beautiful. She couldn’t see him with a great deal of clarity, but her eyes found him fascinating, dark skin with a tangle of black hair all over him, the very epitome of masculinity.
    He felt her eyes and turned his head, watching her gaze wash over him. It aroused him to see her pleasure in his nudity, and the arousal took a physical form that she saw with dawning realization and then flaming embarrassment.
    â€œYou don’t have to be afraid of it,” he said gently when she averted her gaze jerkily. “It’s a reaction I can’t help, but I won’t hurt you.”
    â€œI’ve never seen a man like…that,” she whispered.
    â€œYes.” Her reactions were too drastic to be faked. She was virginal all right, and her innocence excited him so much that he could hardly control the need to drag her under him and slake his thirst. But that would be wrong. “Christy.”
    She darted a glance at him, feeling threatened.
    â€œIt’s all right to look,” he said, his voice slow and tender.
    She hesitated, but curiosity was too strong. Her eyes slid over him and back up again, her face scarlet. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice hopelessly adoring.
    The look on his face fascinated her. He frowned slightly, his eyes searching and curious. It wasn’t a comment he’d expected from her.
    Because she didn’t understand the look, she was afraid she’d put her foot in her mouth again. She sat up, rearranging her disheveled clothing with hands that trembled.
    He sat up, too, turning her to him. He didn’t speak, but his eyes did. They were eloquent. He turned her across his legs, so that she could feel him intimately against her. When his mouth settled over hers again, she opened her own willingly, adoringly, and gave him complete access. His tongue thrust inside and she went limp in his arms.
    â€œI can’t take any more,” he whispered, his voice deep and shaken as he lifted his head. “Cover me.”
    He held her up so that she could tug the sheet over his hips, concealing what he couldn’t help.
    He held her then until the faint tremor went out of his powerful body, until he could breathe normally again. “I want you,” he said at her ear. “You’d better cut your trip short and go back to Florida.”
    She bit her lower lip. “Why?”
    â€œYou know why,” he said with a bitter laugh. He tilted her face up to his mocking eyes. “My mother raised me to be a gentleman, but what I feel isn’t so easily controlled. This time I mastered it. Another time, I might not. If you want to go to your marriage bed a virgin, you’d better get as far away from me as you can.”

Chapter Six
    H er mouth was swollen. She could barely get words through it at all. “I love