Trust by Viola Rivard Page A

dance.
    There was so much she wanted to do with her hands, but she was only bold enough to trail them over the back of his neck. The gentle touch seemed to incite something in Alder, because his kiss became more urgent and demanding.
    Alder’s hands moved under her dress, pushing it up. Understanding what he wanted, she lifted her arms and he broke away from her lips so that he could pull the flimsy material over her head. In her readiness to get the dress off, she’d forgotten that she wasn’t wearing underclothes, leaving her completely naked.
    Rather than returning to her lips, Alder traced his mouth over her jawline and down the curve of her neck. She got a little apprehensive when he reached her chest, but he seemed far more interested in her breasts than in the scar that ran between them.
    Her nipples had grown to hard peaks and Alder circled his tongue around one before taking it into his mouth. Her toes curled as he licked and sucked the tender bud while his hand kneaded her other breast. She’d always considered her breasts to be average-sized, but his big hands had a way of making them look small.
    Everything about Alder was large, and she knew from the day by the river that his manhood was no different. She could feel his thick erection straining against her thigh and her body ached to have him inside her.
    Leaving her breasts, he began kissing his way down her stomach. It was only once he had spread her legs apart that she realized what he intended to do. In her initial shock, she wasn’t able to formulate a protest before his head moved between her thighs. Then, when his tongue flicked against her cleft, she couldn’t have asked him to stop if she had wanted to.
    She moaned, arching her head back and grasping at the furs. Alder seemed to know exactly how to lick and tease her sensitive flesh and in no time she could feel herself building towards a climax. She’d had orgasms before, alone in her bedroom while fantasizing about men like Alder. Having the real thing between her legs, playing her clitoris like an instrument, was better on every level and she knew that this time would be different.
    As if he’d just been toying with her the entire time—building her up so she would fall even harder—Alder did something with his teeth that sent her flying over the edge. Pleasure shot through her body in ruthless waves, leaving her spent and trembling beneath Alder’s formidable body.
    When she became aware of her surroundings again, Alder was holding her. He had positioned himself outside her entrance and she realized that he was staring down at her. She reached up, placing her hand on the back of his head and drawing him down for a heated kiss. As his tongue pushed inside of her, scraping past her teeth, Alder tore into her with one hard thrust.
    It hurt—a lot more than she would admit to him later, but she did her best not to show it. She held onto his neck, waiting for him to begin moving, but he remained rooted inside of her. Drawing his head back, Alder looked down at her again, pure satisfaction etched on his face.
    In a low, sultry voice, he said, “I’m the only male who’s ever been inside of you.” His lips twitched, and then he added, “The only male who ever will be inside of you.”
    A shiver rippled over her skin as Alder began moving within her. She brought her legs up to bracket his hips, allowing him more room to maneuver.
    After the initial pain, it did start to feel better, but she was still a little too uncomfortable to climax again. She held on tightly to Alder, burying her face in his neck as the pace of his thrusts increased.
    He growled when he came and his big body shuddered with the force of his release. In the moments afterwards, when he was cradling her in his arms and nuzzling at the top of her head, she had the terrifying thought that she had never felt so close to another person in her life.
    Alder slipped out of her as he rolled onto his side. Taylor couldn’t stop her