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  Suddenly he straightened, and she bit back a whimper of loss as cold air hit her breasts. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his glorious torso and she gasped. His chest was broad, his muscles solid and well-defined, tapering down into a washboard stomach. Short, dark hair sprinkled his chest and disappeared in a happy trail beneath the waistband of his jeans. She followed it with her eyes, but then he grasped his belt and her gaze flew to his face. His eyes locked on hers, he unbuckled his belt and then hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans, pulled them down along with his boxers.

  His thick, veined erection sprang free of its confines and her gaze snapped to it. His shaft stood proud, the tip glistening, making clear his desire. Hot pulsing need climbed in her, and her juices pooled between her thighs as her body eagerly readied itself for him. Her breath caught. He was big. How would she take him inside her?

  Kicking free of his clothes, he climbed on to the bed, gently pushing her back with one hand until she was lying down again. In one swift movement, he had her jeans off and discarded on the floor, before moving so that he was kneeling between her legs. His hot gaze roamed over her from her breasts to her simple white cotton panties. She was wet there, the damp patch on her panties screaming out her want, and she squirmed, desperate to press her thighs together and hide it from his sight, but with him between her legs, keeping them spread, she couldn’t.

  He stroked his erection with one hand, moving gently from the base to the swollen head, and back again. She stared, mesmerized, a burning need uncurling in her. Then as he stroked, he pressed two fingers to the dampness on her panties and need exploded into hot waves, making her core clench, and she moaned.

  “Fuck, Aura, I have to taste you.” He lay down and shouldering her legs open wider, his hands holding her thighs still, he pressed his face up against her panties and inhaled deeply.

  She gasped, clutching at the bed sheet with both hands.

  Then pulling the cotton material to one side, he flicked his tongue over her soft folds. “Sweet, so sweet,” he murmured against her skin as she shuddered at his touch.

  He raised his face and held her with his darkened gaze. “I want you to come for me, Aura. I want your scent on me, your honey on my tongue.”

  Getting to his knees, he pulled her panties off and threw them on the floor before lying down and sliding in between her legs again. He seized her thighs, swung her legs over his shoulders and burrowed his stubble-roughened face in her sex.

  She moaned, arching up.

  He licked up her entrance to her sensitive clit and gently nipped it before taking it between his lips and sucking.

  With a cry, she thrashed her head from side to side and bucked, trying to pull away, but at the same time silently begging for more as the electric pulses of her climax built inside her.

  He laved her folds and clit with his tongue. “That’s it, baby, give it to me.” Then latched on to the hardened bud with his mouth and sucked in a rhythm that gave her no respite.

  Pulsing sensations gathered in her core and the muscles of her womb clenched. “Oh god, Nathan!” She arched off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her, her legs trembling, her mind a puddle, but he didn’t stop.

  He kept his hands clamped around her thighs, trapping her against his face, as he thrust his tongue into her channel, lapping down her climax. Then he licked her folds gently as she floated down from her high to lie there soft and senseless, open to anything he might choose to do to her.

  Nathan savoured the last drops of Aura’s orgasm, needing more.

  Damn, she was sweet.

  He’d planned on taking this slow, staying in control, but he’d barely held on to his own release as she’d convulsed against him. His shaft stretched and strained, and his balls were heavy with cum and ready to explode.

  He had to get inside her. Now.

  With a last kiss on her swollen clit, he moved up her body and braced his arms on either side of her, taking his weight on his elbows and forearms.

  He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on him, thrusting his tongue in to possess her the way his shaft ached to. Then breaking the kiss, he pulled away, and pushed himself off the bed.

  She whimpered in protest, her eyes going wide as if she was afraid he was leaving her.

  He pressed a quick, reassuring kiss to her lips.

  Hell, he wasn’t going anywhere.

  Grabbing his jeans from the floor, he found the foil packet in the pocket, and with practiced ease slid the protection on. Most likely she was on the pill. Women usually were, but he never took chances.

  He moved back on top of her, covering her with his bigger body before pushing one knee in between her legs and settling into the space created there. She stroked his chest and gazed at him wide-eyed, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink.

  The head of his shaft rubbed against her soft folds and he groaned, pushing a bit so that the tip nuzzled her opening. “I’m going to take you now, Aura. I’m going to fill you until you beg me for more.” And covering her mouth with his in a hard kiss, he thrust into her to the hilt.

  Aura jerked against him, her body stiffening, her sharp cry hitting the roof of his mouth.

  Fuck!

  His heart racing, he tore his mouth from hers and levered up to look down at where their bodies joined. His shaft was buried deep in her and a drop of blood spotted the white sheet beneath them. He gently pulled out a little and more blood smeared the base of the condom.

  What the hell?

  He looked into her eyes, his insides clenching at the glitter of tears there. “No, baby. I’m so sorry. Don’t cry. Just breathe through it, okay?”

  She nodded, grasping his upper arms as if for strength, and he kissed the wetness from the corner of her eyes before finding her mouth again. He held himself still inside her, giving her tight body time to adjust to his size.

  He feathered kisses to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and down her neck. Her breathing steadied and deepened, and her legs came up over his waist, locking him to her as she tentatively rolled her hips against him.

  Slowly, with deliberate strokes, he moved, gritting his teeth against the urge to just hold her down and rut into her.

  Hell, she was a virgin. Her first time. She deserved better than what he’d given so far. He had to go slow.

  Just then she moaned in his ear, her nails digging into his straining biceps. “Please, Nathan, more.”

  And that was his undoing.

  He thrust deep into her before pulling back and thrusting forward again in movements that were rapidly spiralling out of his control. “Tell me what you want.” He held her feverish gaze with his. “Tell me you want this.”

  “You,” she gasped. “I want you. I want this.”

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. I don’t know how long I can hold on.” But he wanted her pleasure first, and reaching down between them, he stroked her clit with two fingers.

  She moaned and bucked against him.

  “Come for me, Aura. I want to feel your honey coat me.”

  She gasped for breath and her colour heightened as he kept the pressure on, playing her clit. She was so close.

  Then with a sharp cry, she jolted beneath him, her body shaking with her climax, and her tight channel squeezed his shaft in a death grip, trying to milk his seed from him. On a ragged groan, he threw all control away and ploughed into her, letting his own release take over as cum spurted in thick jets from him.

  As the last pulses of his ecstasy quietened he collapsed on top of her, his heart racing like he’d run a hundred miles. He buried his face in the soft curve of her neck, careful to keep the majority of his weight on his arms. His shaft was still rock hard inside her, small spurts of cum continuing to escape, as if his body had finally found its true home and could stay there for an eternity. He breathed in her fresh floral scent. Hell, he could die like this.

  Aura’s arms came around him and she rubbed his sweat-slicked back with so
othing hands. It must be an automatic reaction because she damn sure hadn’t done this with another man before. Anger rolled through him. He’d hurt her. Why hadn’t she warned him?

  Pulling out of her, he rolled to the side, propped himself up on an elbow, and glared down at her. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

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  Aura winced. The moment he’d moved from her she’d been lost and empty. She’d fought the urge to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him back to her again. But now his words and disgusted expression set her heart drumming.

  She bit her lip, releasing it immediately when his scowling gaze snapped to that small movement. Their lovemaking had been magical. She’d gone to heaven and back. But it hadn’t been that way for him. His face said it all. Of course he was used to better, much better. Her virginal efforts must have been beyond pathetic.

  “I didn’t think it was important,” she faltered.

  “Fuck!” He sat bolt upright on the bed, raking a hand through his tousled hair. “Not important? I hurt you.”

  She sat up, shaking her head in denial of his claim as she scooted back from him towards the headboard. If only she could pull something over her very naked self right now. But the covers were scattered behind him and she made do with hugging her knees to her chest and quickly crossing her legs at the ankles for good measure so that as much of her as possible was removed from his sight. The red reminder of her virginity stained the sheet between them and she couldn’t bear to look at it.

  He glared at her as she sat all bundled up. “Are you still hurting?”

  No. No. No. She didn’t want an inquisition. Couldn’t he just hold her for a few minutes, warm her with his body and tell her he’d enjoyed it too, even if it was nothing more than a pitying lie? Hot tears pricked the inside of her eyelids and turning her face away, she blinked them back.

  He gripped her chin, turning her back to look at him, his eyes fierce and his expression so full of rage it had her trembling. “Answer me!” He clasped her wrists and peeled her arms away from her legs. “Let me see.”

  “No!” Wrenching out of his grasp, she stumbled off the bed as he sat stunned for a beat. Seizing her advantage, she fled from the room, across the small landing and into the bathroom opposite, then slammed the door behind her and locked it.

  Leaning back against the white wood door, she willed her thundering heart to calm down, at the same time unable to stem the flow of tears as her anger ebbed.

  A fist pounded on the other side of the door making her jump and back away.

  “Aura!” Nathan’s voice bellowed through, barely muffled by the thick wood. “Open the damn door.”

  Quickly turning on the shower, she stepped into the square cubicle, sliding it closed and drowning out his voice. Warm water cascaded over her and she stood still letting the water wet her hair, warm her body, and soothe her quivering nerves.

  He hadn’t hurt her. She was a little sore inside, but it was a delicious kind of soreness. She wanted the full feeling of having him inside her again. He could take that soreness away.

  It took her a few moments to realize all was quiet outside. Good, he’d gone. But the thought didn’t bring the relief she’d expected. Knowing he was no longer out there left her aching, yearning for his touch once more.

  This wasn’t supposed to happen.

  She was supposed to have gotten over this incessant need for him after they made love. Groaning at her own weakness, she grabbed the bottle of shower gel and poured it over herself, working up a lather.

  He’d said a lot of things to her as they’d made love, words that had her insides clenching even now, but she’d be a fool to believe any of them. Because if he’d meant even a few of them, he wouldn’t have looked at her with such disgust afterwards.

  She worked her hands over her sensitized skin, spreading the soapy lather everywhere. A small moan escaped her as her fingers brushed over her hard tingling nipples, and her heavy breasts strained for more.

  Damn Nathan. She’d never be the same again. The orgasms he’d given her had blasted through her like explosions, obliterating all her solo efforts over the years, even if they had been fuelled by images of him.

  She tweaked her nipple with the fingers of one hand, moving the other between her thighs to circle a wet finger over her sensitive clit. Electricity jolted through her and she gasped. She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his mouth and tongue on her tender nub as she rubbed there. A crescendo built and within seconds her climax gripped her with such ferocity she had to bite down hard on her bottom lip to stop herself crying out.

  Reaching out, she placed both hands on the glass walls of the shower cubicle to steady herself. God, he could never find out how much he affected her. She would never give him the satisfaction of knowing.

  Nathan paced like a restless panther outside the closed bathroom door in nothing but his loosely buttoned jeans. The sound of water running came from inside and he gritted his teeth. Aura was in there washing away all traces of their passion, all traces of him.

  When she hadn’t opened the door on his command, he’d been all set to burst inside and claim her. But she’d had a hell of a day. This was all new to her, and she needed the time and space to gather her thoughts.

  He’d given it grudgingly though.

  He was the one who should be soothing her right now. She should be turning to him in her need. He scrubbed a hand through his hair. If only he’d been calmer. But the thought she might have been hurting had ripped into him like a knife.

  Hell! Now what did he do?

  All this time, he’d seen Aura as little more than a slut, determined to trap him in her tired game, one she’d learned from her mother. He’d thought that if he played the game with her just this once, his inexplicable craving for her would vanish and he could leave well alone.

  Now he had no choice but to leave well alone.

  She was an innocent who had no clue about the rules of the game she’d just played, and he didn’t intend to saddle himself with any complications. Staying away from her was the right thing to do. It was time to cut and move on. He no longer needed to hide away here in Langley. He’d got what he’d come for, hadn’t he?

  But the thought of not holding her again made his stomach clench.

  What the hell? It made no sense.

  He leaned in, placing both hands on the door frame, and closed his eyes, waiting. She had to come out sometime. She couldn’t avoid him forever. He just wanted to make sure she was all right, nothing more.

  Aura dried herself and wrapped the fluffy white bath towel around her. It barely covered her breasts and bottom at the same time, but she had no other clothes to step out in. It would have to do.

  Her bra and panties were probably still lying on Nathan’s carpet. She cringed. How on earth was she going to rescue them? But what if he’d already taken matters into his own hands and thrown them outside his room? For some reason, that hurt more than leaving them on display on his floor.

  She tightened the towel. Her body still felt a little unfamiliar, still sensitive, but tingling with pleasure at the same time. So, this was what it was like to make love.

  No, scratch that. Have sex. Fuck.

  It hadn’t been anything more for Nathan. But she couldn’t get all upset about it, could she? She’d wanted it. Practically begged him for it. Her cheeks blazed as she remembered just how she’d begged him for it.

  Great.

  She frowned and straightened. At least the memory of their time together should keep Nathan warm at night, because he sure wasn’t getting anything more from her. She had her pride and she was going to keep it. She’d never beg him for anything, ever again.

  She tiptoed to the door and placed an ear against it, straining to pick up any sound from beyond.

  Nothing.

  A thread of disappointment sneaked through her but she immediately squished it. It wasn’t as if she’d expected him to waste his time waiting for her. He�
��d probably returned to his room and locked the door after him.

  Yeah, that’s what she wanted.

  She flipped the lock back, opened the door, and stepped straight into a wall of solid muscle. She gasped and he grabbed her shoulders to steady her as her gaze collided with his intense silver one.

  He looked menacingly sexy in just his jeans, with his dark hair wild, his eyes intent on her face, and his eyebrows drawn together in a fierce frown. She gulped, fighting the urge to step back into the safety of the bathroom, slam the door shut and lock it once again.

  His frown deepened. “Are you hurt?”

  She bit her lip. Only her heart. “I’m fine.” She looked pointedly at his hands gripping her shoulders. “Now if you’ll let me pass?”

  Something flashed in his eyes. “Hell, Aura, don’t hide from me.”And grasping the towel covering her, he pulled it apart, exposing her naked body to his gaze.

  “Nathan!” She frantically tried to grab the towel back from him, but he let it fall to the ground before clamping strong hands on her shoulders again and holding her still.

  “I need to know you’re not bruised,” he muttered, his gaze traveling over her rapidly heating skin, taking in the swollen breasts and hard nipples standing to attention for him.

  Burning with embarrassment, she pressed her thighs together. Please don’t let him guess it was to hide the wetness pooling there. The way he was looking at her, like he wanted to thrust deep into her again, had her stomach turning somersaults.

  She shifted nervously on her feet. “Please, Nathan…”

  His eyes snapped back to her face, his irises dark and smokey, and her breath caught in her throat.

  He was going to kiss her.

  And she wanted him to.

  He snaked his hands around her waist and dipping his head, pulled her into a kiss that was gentle but demanded her total surrender. And reaching up on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and abandoned herself to his command.