A Thrill to Remember by Lori Wilde Page A

mean-spirited words rang in her head.
    Do it. Tell him what you want.
    Meggie panted, short and hard, at the thought.
    “Tell me,” he insisted in a commanding tone that curled her toes.
    “I…I can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t know how.”
    “Open your mouth and say the words.”
    She hesitated.
    “What are you afraid of?”
    “That I won’t do it right,” she confessed.
    “Why would you think that?”
    She shrugged.
    “Let me guess. Some jerk you’ve been with has misled you about your desirability.”
    “He said I was dull in bed.”
    “Dull! You?” Don Juan’s vehement reaction warmed her heart. “You are anything but dull. Now talk to me.”
    “I don’t have the guts.”
    “Yes, you do. Let me hear you say it.”
    Pretend you’re Klondike Kate. She’s not dull. Forget the past. Lose yourself. This isn’t really real. It’s just a dream. Play-acting.
    “What do you want?” His low, husky Spanish accent dragged her into the fantasy. She could do this. She would prove that she was brave and exciting and wildly sexual.
    Meggie swallowed. “Take off my panties.”
    “That’s good. Very good.”
    In an instant he slid the silk of her tap pants down her hips, past her knees to her ankles and then over her shoes. A blast of air cooled her heated flesh and she shivered.
    “Now what?” he asked.
    “Finger me.”
    “Where?”
    “Down there.”
    “Down where?” She heard the teasing tone of amusement in his voice.
    “You know.”
    “Down here?” He lightly entangled his fingers in the curly hairs at the juncture between her legs.
    “Lower.” She was panting so hard she could scarcely speak.
    His three middle fingers slid over the slick mound of her womanhood and edged toward her aching center. One finger went left, one right, the other straight down the middle.
    “Here?”
    She nodded, breathless.
    “Shall I go on?”
    “Uh-huh,” she whimpered.
    “Say it.”
    “I…I…”
    His face was pressed against her ear, his leather mask rubbing her cheek. She could see absolutely nothing; the darkness was as pure as her desire. Gulping, she squeezed her eyes tightly closed. The hypersensitive sensations spurring through her groin were incredible.
    “You’ve got to tell me or it won’t happen.”
    Say it, Meggie!
    Oh, the risks she was taking, the things she was learning about herself.
    Dull no more.
    “I want to feel your fingers inside me,” she said, surprising herself with a strong voice of authority.
    He obeyed, sinking his middle digit deep within her warm recess. Meggie gasped out loud and clutched his hair in both her fists.
    “You’re so wet,” he whispered. “So hot.”
    She tightened her muscles around his finger and his responding groan made her smile into the darkness.
    He raised up to kiss her again, his body wedged between her and the back of the sofa, his mouth searching for hers as his inquisitive finger continued gently to investigate her delicate nook. When she arched her pelvis against his hand, he chuckled with satisfaction.
    Stroking, rubbing, massaging.
    The pressure built inside her like a balloon being blown up…and up…and up…to the point where one more expanse of air would cause it to explode.
    Then he stopped and removed his hand.
    Meggie cried out in despair. “Don’t torture me.”
    “Do you want me to make you come?” he asked.
    She pushed her hips higher and whimpered, low and impulsive.
    “Tell me.”
    “I want you to make me come. Please, please, please. Make me come now.”
    Caleb’s ego soared. He tenderly sucked on her bottom lip while slowly moving his finger in and out, in and out of her magnificent softness. Her moans spiraled steadily, filling the empty blackness with her throaty, feminine noise until his ears rang with the splendid sound.
    Her tongue thrashed against his. Her breasts quivered. Her hips undulated madly. And when he slid a second finger inside to join the first one, she momentarily stopped breathing.
    Her entire