Waves of pleasure pulsed from her womb, spreading through her body. The sensations increased as he glided his finger in and out of her, replicating the actions she knew would happen in a few moments. Thankfully, her mother had not been shy in telling her everything a man did to his wife. And even though Matthew would never be her husband, she had tonight with him. And that would have to be enough.
“I want you now.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Now, please.”
He stood and turned her around to face him. Lowering his lips to her, he whispered, “Mine.”
If only that could be true.
She felt him fumble with his breeches and wondered when he would take her to his bed. The idea of him covering her with his hard body caused a shiver to race through her. Instead, he pinned her to the door and lifted her legs.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, Jennette.” His voice sounded raspy as if he were as overwhelmed with desire as she was.
She did what he’d requested and felt his erection at the entrance to her womanhood. He couldn’t mean to…he lifted her slightly up and brought her down on top of him.
“Ahh,” she cried out as he pushed through her maidenhead. The pain of his rough entry forced tears down her cheeks.
Matthew went still as the realization of what happened hit him. She wasn’t supposed to be a virgin. John had told him—Oh God, John had lied.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”
Gently he carried her to the bed and placed her down. Tears tracked down her cheeks. Tears he’d caused. He pushed her hair off her face and stared at the beautiful woman he’d hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he said, feeling utterly helpless and insensitive.
“Why did you believe I wasn’t a virgin?” she whispered.
Seeing the pain in her eyes, he had no choice but to tell her the truth. “John had implied…”
She pressed her lips together as more tears fell down her face. “He really said that about me?”
He gently placed his forehead on hers. “I’m sorry, Jennette. If I had known the truth…”
She raked her hands through his hair and gave him a watery smile. “It’s all right. It’s done now.”
“No, it’s not. I was a boorish brute and—”
She cut off his words with a passionate kiss. Pulling away slowly, she smiled at him, causing his heart to pound.
“I was told the first time could be painful.”
“It didn’t have to be that way. I didn’t know. I was insensitive and—”
“I’m feeling a little better. I think I’m getting used to you in there.”
“Oh?” His cock pulsed in anticipation.
“Maybe a few more kisses and we can try this again?” She skimmed her fingers down his chest in a flirty manner.
“As many as you want,” he said, lowering his head to hers again. Her soft lips opened for him and they found each other.
Steeled with control, he kissed down her chin, her neck, and chest until he found the little nub of her breast. Bringing it into his mouth, he heard her moan.
“Yes, more like that,” she whispered.
With those encouraging words, he moved to her other nipple. Suckling deeply, he felt her quiver under him. Moist heat surrounded his shaft and he couldn’t help but move slightly.
“Oh,” she exclaimed.