The moisture dried from her mouth and stopped her speaking. Or perhaps his male beauty struck her speechless. Still, after a couple of tries, she managed a few words. “Hugh, we’ve waited long enough.”
He set one knee on the bed and straddled her. The last time she’d been under him, she’d panicked. This time, she stared up into eyes the color of strong coffee and held his arms to keep him exactly where he was.
To her surprise, she was smiling. “Don’t wait anymore.”
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Chapter Nineteen
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Through the blood thundering in his temples, Garson heard Jane invite him to take her. His heart gave a great cymbal crash of triumph. At last, she would be his.
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bsp; Kissing her, he caught her legs and spread them to cradle his hips. Paradise was so close.
How lovely she was as she lay beneath him, her beautiful hair arrayed like a mantle and picking up a thousand shades from the flickering candlelight, ruby to palest gold. Her scent was more intoxicating than the richest brandy, and he felt as drunk as he had last night. He ran one hand down her body, following the sinuous line of flank and waist and hip, and finally touched her there, where he wanted so badly to be.
When he explored the mysterious, satiny folds, she jerked in response. He nipped at her lower lip and stroked the small pearl of flesh, until she was shuddering and whimpering.
He slid a finger into her, enthralled by the way her body tightened in welcome. Then two fingers, delicately stretching her. He didn’t want to hurt her when they joined together, but he feared given his size, that pain was inevitable.
She raised her knees and angled upward in silent invitation. God help him, he couldn’t wait any longer. In silent apology for the discomfort to come, he kissed her again.
His hips tautened, and he pushed. Slippery heat. The sweet resistance of untried muscles. The sting of fingernails digging into the skin of his back.
He rose on his elbows to watch Jane’s face. She was flushed, and her lips were red after those fierce kisses. Her features were tight with strain.
“Are you all right?” he asked, not sure what he’d do if she wasn’t. Taking this slowly already threatened to snap him in two.
“Hugh, I want you.” She arched up to place a clumsy kiss on his lips. “Do what you must.”
Her movement edged him further inside her and set off a volley of fireworks behind his eyes. On a long, resonant groan, he plunged forward.
She gave a muffled cry and stiffened. Then as he lay gasping in her embrace, she tilted her hips, miraculously taking him deeper. He snatched in some air and squeezed his eyes shut. With every ounce of gratitude overflowing from his soul, he thanked whatever powers had brought him to this moment.
Perhaps because Jane was his wife and this closeness staked his right to the future, perhaps because he’d worked so hard to win her, perhaps because she was just so damned marvelous, these profound feelings were beyond anything he’d ever known. Before now, sex had been a pleasure, a diversion, an appetite. Never before had congress with a woman shaken his world to its foundations.
Jane breathed in ragged spurts. He remained unmoving until her tension loosened. When she began to stroke his back, he opened his eyes. “Can you bear more?”
Her gaze widened, and her wriggle threatened to blast his head off. His control hung by the frailest thread, but he’d be damned if he brought his wife this far, only to disappoint her at the end.
“More?” she whispered, as if the concept beggared imagination.
Garson answered with a slow withdrawal, reveling in the way she clung to every inch. When he rose on his elbows and pushed forward again, she accepted him more easily. “Does this hurt?”
“It did.”
At his wince, she touched his cheek with a tenderness that added a poignant edge to his desire. “A little. At first.”
Ridiculous that Jane’s attempt to comfort him should move him so powerfully, when he was the one who had caused her pain. The awful truth was he couldn’t even say he was sorry, because this union gave him nothing but pleasure. “No longer?”
She shifted fractionally, detonating more fiery explosions in his head. “I think I’ll like it.”
His huff of laughter took him deeper into her body. She was so hot and tight. He’d set out to possess her, but instead she possessed him. It was a glorious sensation.
“Shall we make sure?”