The most she’d spoken since he’d found her. Was it possible that she had never experienced an orgasm? Not likely.
Zach crawled atop her body and kissed her slowly. ?
?Let me come inside you, darlin’,” he rasped.
“Yes, please.”
“I’ll be right back.”
“No. Don’t go.”
“It’ll just be a minute. I need to get a condom.”
“No. No. I can’t get pregnant. And I don’t have any…other issues. Please, just you. Just you inside me.
Sweet God, she was on the pill. And she was clean. Instinct told him to trust her. The thought of sheathing himself in that tight body of hers with no barriers made his erection swell even bigger.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes, I’m sure.”
“I’m clean, too, I promise,” he whispered. He positioned himself at her entrance and plunged inside.
Her shocked gasp surprised him momentarily, but he was overcome with pleasure at her tightness, her silkiness, her sweet suction hugging him. “Oh, darlin’, you feel so good.”
She squirmed and arched closer to him, moaning. Her breathy sobs threatened his control. He wanted her to climax again, but he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. Deftly, he reached between their sweaty bodies and found her clit, wet with her nectar. He circled it with his fingers in tandem with his thrusts. When her walls clenched around him, he let go and groaned her name as he spilled into her.
Chapter Seven
Dusty awoke, nestled in the crook of Zach’s arm. He was breathing steadily, and his eyes—those amazing, beautiful, unique eyes—fluttered beneath the lids. She smiled. He was dreaming.
She moved gingerly, the soreness between her legs more pronounced than she had expected. Perhaps he had been larger than normal. Not that she would have known the difference.
Absolutely wonderful. A mistake, of course.
But a wonderful mistake.
She got up quietly and shuffled into the bathroom. Gazing into the mirror, she was startled. Her hair was a mass of waves, yet it looked sexy. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples a deep crimson. She looked well used and well loved. She felt the same.
Looking down to the triangle between her legs she noticed a few rust-colored smudges on her inner thighs.
Her virgin’s blood.
She moistened a washcloth in warm water and cleansed herself. The warm dampness soothed the sting of her tissues.
“Darlin’?”
She looked up. Zach stood in the doorway, naked and regal. Oh, he was beautiful. His broad shoulders glimmered in the fluorescent light of the vanity, the lines of his muscles a pleasure to behold, and the patch of dark hair on his chest was so rugged. So manly. Between his legs, his sex hung loosely, surrounded by a nest of black curls. And those eyes… She wanted to melt into them.
“Darlin’?” He spoke again. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” Warmth crept up her neck.
“That wasn’t your—”
“My first time.” She rinsed out the cloth. “Yeah.”
“I didn’t know.”