Triplets Found: The Virgin's Makeover / Take a Chance on Me / And Then There Were Three. Judy Duarte

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СКАЧАТЬ to remove his clothes without taking his mouth from hers, without removing his hands from her silky skin, from her beaded nipples, her full breasts.

      Finally, he had to pull away, his breath coming out in pants. “Did you bring any protection?”

      Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. “You don’t have any?”

      “I came here for business purposes,” he said, hoping and praying he still had a spare condom in his shaving kit. He’d thought about tossing it out ages ago, but for some reason, had left it there. For an emergency like this, he supposed.

      He took her hand and led her into the bathroom. As he fumbled in the black leather bag, his fingers struck pay dirt, and he let out a sigh. “We’re in luck.”

      Then he withdrew the worn foil-wrapped treasure, and took her to his bed.

      He supposed there was time to back out, to change his mind. But better judgment be damned. He’d deal with the repercussions later.

      After quickly shedding his clothes and shielding himself with the condom, he urged her onto the bed, then quickly made up for lost time. His hands slid along her silky skin, appreciating each gentle, womanly curve. He kissed her throat, her chest, her belly.

      He ought to take it slow, savor her taste. But he was ready to explode. And if he didn’t bury himself deep within her soon, he’d die from want of her.

      Passion brewed in those big green eyes, begging him to love her thoroughly. Had it been that long for her, too?

      He hovered over her. “Are you sure about this?”

      She nodded. “More sure than you’ll ever know. I want to feel you inside of me.”

      And that’s just where he wanted to be. But as he entered her, she caught her breath.

      Was she a virgin? She must be. She was so tight, ready but unyielding.

      Damn it. And she hadn’t told him, warned him. He started to pull back, to withdraw.

      “Don’t stop,” she said, holding him close. “Don’t you dare stop.”

      “It’s your first time,” he said. “And it’s going to hurt.”

      “I don’t care.” She tilted her hips, making her needs and desires known.

      Sullivan didn’t think there was a man alive who could have reined in his passion and heeded his conscience at a time like this, so he thrust forward, breaking any resistance and completing the act she’d set into motion.

      So tight, so willing.

      He increased the tempo, and she arched up to receive each of his thrusts until he reached a mind-spinning, body-trembling climax. When the last wave of pleasure had passed, he continued to hold her, afraid to face the moment of truth.

      In a way, he felt honored, as though he’d been given a gift he didn’t deserve. But he also felt trapped.

      He’d never made love to a virgin before. Wasn’t there some kind of responsibility or obligation a woman’s first lover was supposed to assume?

      Sullivan didn’t have a clue, although he felt some kind of moral responsibility that put a guilt trip on him.

      And to make matters worse, he’d always prided himself in knowing the lady in his arms had enjoyed lovemaking as much as he had. There was no way it had been good for her, so in effect, he felt like a failure.

      He was drowning in guilt and remorse. Fear, too.

      Because he wasn’t sure what she’d expect from him now.

      As Sullivan rolled to the side, taking Lissa with him, she was caught up in a whirl of feelings she hadn’t anticipated.

      Making love had been better than she’d expected. Yes, there’d been pain. But there’d also been a rush, a feeling of power, of entering the realm of womanhood. And she’d experienced heat and desire, things she’d only read about before.

      And once wouldn’t be enough—especially with Sullivan working so closely with her for the next few weeks.

      “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” he asked.

      Had she not measured up? Had he found her less desirable? “Would my virginity have made a difference?”

      “I would have been more careful.” He placed a hand on her hip, caressed it softly. “Are you okay?”

      “I’m fine.” She offered him a smile meant to absolve him from guilt. “It really didn’t hurt much. And it should feel better next time.”

      “Next time?” he asked, his expression growing serious. “I thought this was a one-shot deal.”

      “Of course,” she said, trying hard not to show her disappointment. “But I intend to have a next time.”

      He didn’t answer.

      Okay, so she desperately wanted to make love again. With him. But she’d only asked for a one-time fling, and she needed to let him off the hook.

      She swallowed her disappointment and tried to save face. “I don’t expect this to affect our business relationship.”

      “I won’t let it,” he said.

      “Good.” Then she rolled away from him and climbed out of bed.

      “Where are you going?” he asked, still lying amidst rumpled sheets.

      “To freshen up. Mom’s having pot roast for dinner. And she’s setting a place for you.” She tossed a strand of hair over her shoulder, then went to retrieve her clothes from the kitchen.

      She hoped her carefree departure left him with the idea that their lovemaking hadn’t fazed her in the least. God forbid he got the idea that it had turned her life upside down. Or that he suspected she’d wanted to stay in bed with him until tomorrow morning. And maybe the next.

      Or that he knew how badly she’d wanted him to ask her not to leave yet.

      She freshened up in the bathroom and tried to put herself back together so her mother wouldn’t suspect what they’d done, wouldn’t lecture or—worse yet—start thinking about another wedding in the family.

      A quick glance in the mirror revealed a red rash on her cheek, where his beard had chafed her. Great. Well, there wasn’t much she could do about that. Maybe her mom wouldn’t notice.

      Lissa conjured a light-hearted expression before leaving the bathroom. She found Sullivan sitting in the living room. He hadn’t put on his clothes. She supposed they no longer had any reason to be modest.

      “I wish it had been better for you,” he said. “But for the record, it was good for me.”

      She offered him a smile. “I’m glad. And believe it or not, it was good for me, too.”

      “Tell your mother I’ll be up as soon as I shower and СКАЧАТЬ