“Carolina, are you sure?” His voice was so ragged that he didn’t recognize it. He’d had to force himself to ask.
“I’ve never been so certain of anything,” she whispered, and felt the fire sweep through him in reply. “I hurt. I feel like every part of me is moving. I want you to make love to me, Rogan. Please? Now?”
And then she was in his arms. He was falling down across the bed holding her, kissing her wildly, touching her with such pleasure that she could no longer doubt his desire. With his dark hair loosened from its perpetual band, it fell across his forehead, skimming her body, setting off ripples of pleasure. She reached out, running her fingers through its luxuriant length, reveling in the sensual feeling, and holding him against her body.
Rogan’s mouth explored her breasts, ricocheted to the sensitive area of her neck and downward, leaving patches of fire wherever he touched. He knew when to be gentle and where to exert pressure, as if he’d memorized her body and could predict her responses. Ignoring the frantic hands tugging at him, urging him to move faster, he slid his leg across her, freeing himself to pulsate against her thigh. She responded in rhythm as his mouth left her breasts and ranged lower.
“Not so fast, darling,” he said. “I want this to be good for you.”
“Rogan, if it were any better, I’d die. Don’t torture me, please!”
But she hadn’t yet known the exquisite torture of a man’s loving until his mouth moved lower, capturing the bead of throbbing heat that jerked wildly at his touch.
“Oh, Rogan, stop. You’re going to make me—make me do something!” Her words and her actions werein fierce disagreement as she arched against him, trembling, panting, asking.
But he was trembling, too, now. “That’s what I’m trying to do, darling. Go with the feeling, Goldilocks.” His fingers moved along the inner part of her thigh, then upward, until he found the spot where his mouth had been. He had to tighten his own muscles to hold back the growing tide of response. Not yet, Rogan. You can’t let go yet. His finger drifted lower. Then it was inside her, as far as he could go—so far, but no farther. Stunned, he pulled back and stared at her in wonder.
She
was
a virgin.
Then he felt her response, the slow, subtle beginning of a body ready to soar. But there was to be nothing subtle about Carolina’s passion, or her need.
He tried to hold back, to think, to tell himself that he was losing control. But his mind whirled in a storm of desire. And then he was inside her, surrounded by tight heat and moisture, pushing against the barrier and holding back while he tried to allow her body time to adjust.
Every part of his mind was in tune with his desire in a way that he’d never experienced before. Carolina was more than desire, more than sex, more than a vessel for release; she was none of the women he’d ever made love to and yet she was all the women he’d ever wanted. And then he was past the barrier.
If there was pain, she didn’t feel it. There was wonder, the beginning of a ripple that increased by the second, turning into a force that was frightening in its intensity. Her little screams had turned into a breathless moan that built and built and explodedinto something that she couldn’t begin to comprehend.
Sean was stunned by the enormity of what they shared. He fell against her, still joined to her, still feeling little aftershocks, shuddering one last time as he let out a ragged breath.
For a long time he just lay there, supporting his weight on his arms, reluctant to pull himself away.
“Damn!” He rolled over and slapped the side of the bed. “Do you realize what I’ve done to you, Carolina Evans?”
“Not entirely, but I’m sure I will after I get a little more experience.”
“No, I mean I didn’t protect you.”
“ ‘Protect’ me?”
“Babies, darling; that’s what happens when you make love without protection. I don’t
“I’ve never been so certain of anything,” she whispered, and felt the fire sweep through him in reply. “I hurt. I feel like every part of me is moving. I want you to make love to me, Rogan. Please? Now?”
And then she was in his arms. He was falling down across the bed holding her, kissing her wildly, touching her with such pleasure that she could no longer doubt his desire. With his dark hair loosened from its perpetual band, it fell across his forehead, skimming her body, setting off ripples of pleasure. She reached out, running her fingers through its luxuriant length, reveling in the sensual feeling, and holding him against her body.
Rogan’s mouth explored her breasts, ricocheted to the sensitive area of her neck and downward, leaving patches of fire wherever he touched. He knew when to be gentle and where to exert pressure, as if he’d memorized her body and could predict her responses. Ignoring the frantic hands tugging at him, urging him to move faster, he slid his leg across her, freeing himself to pulsate against her thigh. She responded in rhythm as his mouth left her breasts and ranged lower.
“Not so fast, darling,” he said. “I want this to be good for you.”
“Rogan, if it were any better, I’d die. Don’t torture me, please!”
But she hadn’t yet known the exquisite torture of a man’s loving until his mouth moved lower, capturing the bead of throbbing heat that jerked wildly at his touch.
“Oh, Rogan, stop. You’re going to make me—make me do something!” Her words and her actions werein fierce disagreement as she arched against him, trembling, panting, asking.
But he was trembling, too, now. “That’s what I’m trying to do, darling. Go with the feeling, Goldilocks.” His fingers moved along the inner part of her thigh, then upward, until he found the spot where his mouth had been. He had to tighten his own muscles to hold back the growing tide of response. Not yet, Rogan. You can’t let go yet. His finger drifted lower. Then it was inside her, as far as he could go—so far, but no farther. Stunned, he pulled back and stared at her in wonder.
She
was
a virgin.
Then he felt her response, the slow, subtle beginning of a body ready to soar. But there was to be nothing subtle about Carolina’s passion, or her need.
He tried to hold back, to think, to tell himself that he was losing control. But his mind whirled in a storm of desire. And then he was inside her, surrounded by tight heat and moisture, pushing against the barrier and holding back while he tried to allow her body time to adjust.
Every part of his mind was in tune with his desire in a way that he’d never experienced before. Carolina was more than desire, more than sex, more than a vessel for release; she was none of the women he’d ever made love to and yet she was all the women he’d ever wanted. And then he was past the barrier.
If there was pain, she didn’t feel it. There was wonder, the beginning of a ripple that increased by the second, turning into a force that was frightening in its intensity. Her little screams had turned into a breathless moan that built and built and explodedinto something that she couldn’t begin to comprehend.
Sean was stunned by the enormity of what they shared. He fell against her, still joined to her, still feeling little aftershocks, shuddering one last time as he let out a ragged breath.
For a long time he just lay there, supporting his weight on his arms, reluctant to pull himself away.
“Damn!” He rolled over and slapped the side of the bed. “Do you realize what I’ve done to you, Carolina Evans?”
“Not entirely, but I’m sure I will after I get a little more experience.”
“No, I mean I didn’t protect you.”
“ ‘Protect’ me?”
“Babies, darling; that’s what happens when you make love without protection. I don’t
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