Weddings Collection. Кэрол Мортимер

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      An urgency rushed through her like a bullet train overdue for its destination. And she was overdue, so overdue for what she anticipated was waiting for her at the end of the line.

      June pushed the rough fabric from his hips, reveling in the smooth feel of his skin beneath her heated hands. Her pulse pounded as she drove the material down to his knees.

      Kevin kicked his jeans and underwear aside and pulled her on top of him. As she squealed in surprise, he kissed the space between her breasts, then turned his attention to each one individually. Swirling his tongue along each of her nipples.

      He heard her moan as his blood pumped harder through his veins. His hands braced against her, Kevin moved her so that her torso trailed along his. Hardened him. Moistening her.

      Suddenly reversing their positions, he continued his odyssey, kissing the flat of her stomach, curve of her navel and slowly, achingly, moving just beyond a microinch at a time.

      Her eyes flew open. June caught hold of his shoulders, digging in her fingers and crying out something unintelligible as he found his way to her inner core. He entered slowly, deliberately, brushing his tongue so that there were rainbows and stars dancing through her brain at the same time, eclipsing one another.

      Creating a fire like she’d never felt before.

      Twisting, turning, June cried out his name like some wild prayer as she felt herself suddenly driven up over a crest she hadn’t even known was there.

      And as she sank down, panting, she felt another beginning to rise.

      Trying to brace herself, she fisted her hands in his hair. The explosion that racked her came far faster than the first. It left her drenched, exhausted and completely cradled in the arms of wonder.

      What was he doing to her? How was he creating this bittersweet ecstasy that made her want to sing one second and cry the next?

      And then he worked his way down, kissing her thighs, the hollow behind her knees, moving ever forward until he was at her instep, all the while evoking sensations that had been completely foreign to her, sensations only half hoped for, dreamed of.

      She could merely moan and scramble inwardly in an attempt to absorb every new sensation, every new wave of passion, of desire as it came over her.

      Moving down one limb, Kevin began the journey back up along the other until he was over her again, covering her mouth with his own.

      Covering her body with his.

      She felt was if she’d been branded. Exhausted but excited. Aware but anticipating.

      She was all things and they all existed because of him.

      The look in her eyes empowered him and made him feel humble at the same time. He felt as if he’d been reborn in this small room and could just as easily have died there as well with no complaint.

      He’d never felt so alive, so vital and so beholding all at once.

      But his energy was ebbing out of his reach. He’d been concentrating all this time on holding himself back just a little longer, wanting to give her pleasure for yet another moment.

      A man could wait only so long, hold back only so much. Just the way she took in her breath, moving against him, aroused him almost to the point of no return.

      And now, he was out of time.

      So, his mouth sealed to hers, Kevin moved himself into position, then drew his head back one last time to look at her. To seal this one precious memory in his brain for all time.

      The outline of her lips was blurred from the force of his. He had no idea why that hopelessly excited him, but it did. So much so that he knew he had to have her.

      Now.

      She seemed to read his mind, or perhaps the needs slamming into her were the same ones hammering away at him.

      She opened beneath him, and then, as he moved to enter, she placed her fingers over him, guiding him inside her. He felt his blood surging, felt himself growing harder.

      Her eyes never left his.

      She moaned as he began to enter.

      The realization telegraphed itself to him a single instant before it was too late for him to do anything about it.

      June was a virgin.

Chapter Eleven

      Instincts told him to back away, as hard as that would have been.

      But intense needs elbowed out instincts, fueled by the way June was urgently moving against him, urging him on. Making him want her with every fiber of his being. Making him believe down to the core of his very soul that she wanted him.

      He didn’t back away.

      She cried out when he penetrated her, a soft whimper echoing against his mouth. A whimper that would indelibly remain with him.

      Conscience reared up.

      But contrition was pushed aside by the way she clung to him. As if only he could repair whatever damage had been done. The irony of that wasn’t lost on Kevin, even in the frenzied heat of the moment.

      He made love to her as gently as he was able.

      It hurt, but then, she’d known it would. Everything of meaning in life hurt. And he’d already given her so much pleasure, so much more than she’d expected.

      June wrapped herself around him as he brought her to that special place where lovers went, that place she’d only imagined was real. The place where she now was.

      The wild wave took hold of her, throwing her from the highest of heights, making her feel as if she could fly on a breeze. Holding Kevin to her as tightly as she could because she knew that once he released her, there would only be the ground to face.

      A bittersweetness filled Kevin as he raised his head to look at her.

      He was angry. Not at her, but for her. Because he’d taken something precious from her when he had no right to. He’d robbed her of her first time.

      Rolling off, he stared at the ceiling for a moment. It needed work. So did the situation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

      The accusation made her wince inwardly, even as defiance took hold of her entire body. “Tell you what?”

      He could hear the hurt beneath the retort. He was responsible for that. “You know what, that you were a virgin.”

      Her eyes slanted toward him. “Would you have made love with me if I had?”

      “No.”

      June took a deep breath before she answered, pulling up a sheet that had been crumpled at her feet, and carefully covering herself with it. “Then that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

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