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chin and throat.
She felt her breathing quicken as he drew her closer. His nose brushed against hers. His mouth began
to search for her lips, and when he found them, the touch was explosive.
She heard his breath sigh out heavily as his mouth became demanding, intimate. His fingers slid into
the thick fall of hair at her nape and arched her throat so that her mouth pushed against his, answering
his hungry ardor.
Her heart went wild. Her quick, unsteady breathing suddenly matched his. She dug her nails helplessly
into his hard chest, and he groaned against her hps.
"Sorry," she faltered.
He took her lower lip between his teeth and traced it with his tongue. "I liked it," he whispered, and his
mouth opened hers, very slowly, while he stretched his length alongside hers. He sighed, and she felt
the touch of his body from head to toe while the kiss grew warmer and slower and more intense.
"Kiss me hard, Shelby," he breathed huskily.
She reached up, her inhibitions wearing away under the deep caresses. Her fingers slid into his thick
black hair and savored its coolness as her mouth began to answer his.
The movie blared away, the battle scenes loud in the stillness, but neither of them heard. The kisses
grew longer, drugging, aching as Justin's hands worked at buttons and snaps. Shelby felt his bare
chest against her breasts without a protest. It was delicious, the touch of skin against skin, just as it had
been a few nights earlier.
But this time, the old fears were greatly diminished, because now she knew that what he did wasn't
going to hurt her. She knew how gentle he could be, how patient.
She felt his hands sliding the dress away, tenderly smoothing it down her long, trembling limbs. She
caught her breath and in the dim light of the lamp, he smiled at her softly.
"It's all right," he whispered. "I won't go too fast. You can still stop me, if you want to."
That gave her back the choice, and made everything all right. She began to relax, letting her hands
slide hungrily over his hard, hair-roughened muscles. It was heaven to touch him this way, to be given
the freedom to learn him with her hands. She looked up into his dark eyes with the discoveries lying
vulnerable in her soft eyes, and he smiled down at her.
"Oh, Justin," she whispered huskily. "It's so sweet!"
He bent and lowered his mouth onto hers, feeling the words sigh against his lips. He slid his hands
gently over her, feeling the ripple of her skin under them. She was like satin to the touch, and he'd
gone hungry for what seemed forever.
In the back of his mind, he knew there was no chance that he was going to be able to stop, but she
didn't seem to be worried about that. She pulled him down to her and her mouth was suddenly as
ardent as his, as uninhibited.
Still kissing her, he managed to get out of his own clothes, and then she was against him, trembling,
while he slowed his pace and began to arouse her all over again with exquisite patience until he felt
the passion shaking her slender body.
"Now," he whispered when she was crying with her need.
He eased down, turning her face up to his with a caressing hand. "No. Don't turn away. I want to see."
She colored feverishly, but she looked up at him at the instant his body took possession of hers.
His hps parted. It was the most profound experience of his life. All the long years of loving her,
needing her, and it was finally going to happen. She was his. There were no more barriers. He felt her
accept him totally and his breath caught.
She stiffened just a little at the newness, the stark intimacy, but he slowed and hesitated.
"It's all right," he whispered tenderly, and bent to kiss her, coaxing her to relax, to let it happen. "Yes.
Like that." He laughed jerkily at the ease of it, at the exquisite sense of oneness. "Oh, Shelby!"
Her face was bloodred, but she didn't look away. His face was taut with victory, his eyes glittering
blackly with it. She reached up, her trembling hands going to his cheeks to bring his head down so
that she could reach his mouth.
"Love...me," she whispered, her voice breaking as he moved and she felt the first sweet piercing
pleasure. "Justin...love me!"
The words broke his control. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, much less what he was feeling.
He went under in a wave of white heat, crying out as the force of the pleasure took his restraint and
left him helpless in the drive for fulfillment.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Shelby knew that she should be frightened by his lack of control.
But his movements were causing a kind of silvery tension that made her body sing with pleasure.
Ecstasy was just out of her reach, and she stretched toward it with her last thread of strength just as
Justin caught her hips and pulled.
She felt the world go spinning down under her, and she cried out his name again and again and
again...
He laughed. She felt his lips at her temples, on her cheeks, her mouth, in kisses that were as tender as
they were comforting.
"The first time," he breathed, laughing again as his mouth covered hers, trembling. "My God, the first
time!"
She opened her eyes, still shaking from the sudden descent from a kind of pleasure she'd never
dreamed existed.
She gazed up at him, fascinated by the way he looked. He seemed years younger. His hair was damp,
his face sweaty, his eyes glittering with exultant pleasure. He was shuddering, his body heavy over
hers, damp.
"Justin?" she whispered, disoriented.
"Are you all right, sweetheart?" he asked softly. "I didn't hurt you?"
"No." She blushed and lowered her eyes to the pulse in his throat.
"Look at me, you coward."
She forced her gaze up to his and he bent and brushed his mouth over her closed eyes.
"I...I never realized..." She couldn't find the words. She clung to him, hiding her face against his damp
throat.
He turned, holding her warmly against him on the long leather sofa, sighing with exquisite pleasure at
the way she held him. "So many lonely nights, Shelby," he whispered. "So many dreams. But even the
dreams weren't this sweet." He pulled her closer. "Kiss me, honey."
She lifted her face to his, obediently putting her swollen lips against his. He trembled and eased her
gently onto her back, so that they were completely joined. He looked into her eyes with a dark, soft
question in his. She didn't answer him. She lifted her body against him, and he saw the words in her
eyes. He bent, sighing unsteadily, and his mouth opened over her parted Hps. He moved down, and
she clung, and the world went again into shared oblivion.
He carried her upstairs a long time later, cradling her in his arms like the most precious kind of
treasure. He put her into his bed and climbed in beside her, turning off the fights. He curled her
against his tired body and sighed with haunted pleasure. She was asleep only seconds before he was.
Shelby felt a kiss brush her hps. "Justin," she whispered softly and opened her eyes.
He was sitting on the bed beside her, dressed in jeans and a chambray shirt, smiling. "I have to go to
work," he whispered.
"No," she moaned, reaching up.
He eased the covers away and brought her across him, touching her soft breasts with exquisite
tenderness while he kissed her. "We made love," he whispered.
"Several times," she whispered back, and then spoiled her new image by flushing furiously.
He nibbled her hps. "I didn't use anything," he said quietly, searching her eyes.
The blush got worse. "Neither did I."
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