The Secret Child & The Cowboy CEO by Janice Maynard Page B

of the man he was in their depths. “Yes,” she whispered. “I believe you.”
    She flinched involuntarily as he parted her thighs and she felt the tip of his erection enter her.
    â€œRelax, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you,” he said gruffly. He stilled and kissed her eyelids.
    But he did. It was inevitable. When he pushed forward, filling her steadily, he met resistance, tightness.
    A half-dozen years of celibacy made her body unused to penetration. She gasped once, and then clenched her teeth. It was getting better already. The painful fullness was morphing into a stinging sensation that might be pleasure.
    He reared back in shock, but didn’t disengage their bodies. “Brynnie?” His incredulous gaze bore a hint of panic.
    She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to concentrate on the incredible sensation of having him fill her completely. “It’s okay,” she panted. “Really. I can handle it.”
    But something changed. He continued to take her in deep, long thrusts, but he was so gentle, so protective, that her eyes stung with tears. He wouldn’t say the words anytime soon, perhaps never, but his body was making love to hers.
    His hips pressed her to the mattress, but he kept his considerable weight on his arms, looming over her in the flickering light. Sweat sheened his chest. He was breathing like a marathon runner, his eyes glazed with hunger. She whimpered as he ground his pelvis into hers, putting maximum pressure on the tiny bundle of nerves that controlled her release.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to be closer still. This was what she wanted, what she had dreamed of for years. And the reality far surpassed her limited imagination. She hovered on the edge of climax.
    She wouldn’t have objected if he had maintained the incredible sequence of penetration and release all night. It was that good. But his body got the best of him. She felt his sudden tension, heard his muffled shout, and then groaned with him as he took his release in a rapid-fire series of thrusts that toppled her over the edge, as well, into a starburst of sensation that seemed to last forever. Trent Sinclair was well worth the wait.
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    Trent felt remarkably similar to the time he’d been half trampled by one of his father’s prize bulls. He could barely catch his breath and his heartbeat wouldn’t slow down, no matter how much he tried to relax.
    In contrast, Bryn slept in his arms like a limp, weary,dark-haired temptress. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and sighed. He was in big trouble, because now that he’d had her, there was no way in hell he’d be able to let her walk away. She was his. That much he knew with a visceral, inescapable certainty.
    He looked down at their bodies. The way she clung to him was natural. Right. His arm tightened around her waist, and he wondered how long a gentleman would let her sleep before instigating round two.
    He wasn’t a completely terrible son. His cell phone was in his jeans pocket, so if Mac woke and needed anything, Trent was accessible. But the truth was, Trent and Bryn had the whole night to themselves, and some invisible, pivotal moment had occurred…though he wasn’t quite sure what it all meant.
    Bryn was almost a virgin…if there was such a thing. Her body hadn’t accepted his willingly. She’d been fully aroused, no doubt about that. But he’d had a difficult time penetrating her incredibly tight passage.
    Which must mean she had gone without sex for a very long time. And that picture sure as hell didn’t jive with Jesse’s description of Bryn as a seducer and a promiscuous teen.
    He tucked the quilt around her bare shoulder, lingering to smooth the faded fabric against her warm body. He was in deep now. He’d made such a big deal of trusting his brother because of blood ties, but more and more it was becoming apparent that Jesse was not what he