“I don’t know. But I need something, I feel as if something is missing.”
He dragged his hand up until he cupped her intimately, using his fingertip to circle her opening, the moistness there making his finger slippery and her legs to shift. She pressed against his hand. “What’s happening to me?”
“Ah, honey, you’re getting ready for me. Your body is preparing for what comes next.” He smoothed the damp curls back from her face. “You do know where we’re headed, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Please…”
“Are you sure? Once we take this step, there’s no turning back.”
She reached up and cupped his face. “I need you. I need you to make this feeling end.”
Mitch sat up and unfastened his trousers. He slid them off, along with his drawers, and turned to her. She might be a virgin, but she was not unaware of what he intended to do. Gingerly she reached down and fisted his member. It was silky smooth and hard at the same time.
Mitch let out with a groan and moved over her, capturing her mouth with an intensity that only made her more frantic to have him help her reach what her body craved.
He spread he legs apart and settled between them. “Sweetheart, this will hurt, but only briefly. I’m sorry.” He covered her mouth and slid into her body. A slight pinch made her jerk, but the pain went away immediately. What she noticed more was the fullness of their joining, the pleasure as he stared into her eyes and moved his hips forward, then back.
She encircled his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. Their panting filled the room, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other. Mitch reached between them and used his thumb to tease the flesh between her legs. “Come with me, baby,” he said, his voice raspy.
The closer she came to an edge, the more frantic she grew. “Oh, Mitch, please.”
“Hang on, darlin’, you’re almost there. Relax. Don’t tense up on me.”
He no sooner got the words out than she pushed hard against his hand and a wave of pleasure as she’d never felt before in her entire life washed over her. He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her moan. Before the last ripples of pleasure faded, he threw his head back and poured himself into her. He gasped out her name and collapsed on top of her.
Chapter Nine
Priscilla awoke in Mitch’s arms. They were both still undressed but wrapped in the blankets, nestled together like spoons in a drawer. The area between her legs was sore, but since Mitch had made love to her three times during the night, it would be a miracle if she could even walk.
Mitch shifted and she felt him nuzzle her neck. “We have to talk.”
Priscilla turned toward him and stretched, feeling like a contented cat. “About what?”
“Marriage.”
She frowned. “Whose marriage?”
He tucked a curl behind her ear. “Ours.”
“What do you mean?” She edged back then sat up, wrapping herself in the blanket.
“Honey, we spent the night together. We made love. Three times, in fact. We have to get married.”
She stood and dragged the blanket with her, heat rising to her face when she left Mitch naked. She turned her back and bent to scoop up her discarded clothes. “I don’t have to do anything.”
“Priscilla. There is no choice.” Still sitting, he tugged on his pants, then his socks and shoes.
She shimmed into her dress, smoothing down the skirt. “There is always a choice.”
Mitch stood and grabbed his shirt. “Yes. And we made that choice last night. It’s a final decision.”
“How dare you?” She rounded on him. “There is no ‘final decision,’ Mr. Beaumont. I don’t choose to get married. I don’t want to get married.”
He dragged his hand down his face then rested his hands on his hips. “Honey—?
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“Stop calling me that.”