Falling Into You by Jasinda Wilder Page A

from head to toe, fear and excitement and desire. His skin was hot against mine where his hands touched my bare hips, my ribs, his thigh against mine. The tips of my breasts brushed his chest, sending little thrills of lightning through me. His palms arced across my back, then dared downward to my ass, cupping and kneading, a little too hard, but I didn’t mind.  
    My hands moved of their own accord, palming the knots of muscle on his back, following the ridges and ripples of his spine. He sucked in a breath as I touched his backside, marveling at the cool hardness of it. I cupped it as he had mine, then clawed my fingernails lightly over the firm half-globes.  
    I felt something twitch against my belly as I touched him. I looked down between us to see his erection, the tiny hole at the very tip leaking clear fluid.  
    Glancing up at him, I saw his eyes widen as my hand delved down between us, and then his breath caught when my fingers touched him.  
    “God, Nell. You have to let go…it’s too soon.”
    I released him and brushed my palm across his chest, then cupped his nape and drew him down into a kiss. The slow burn of our usual kisses smoldered, then burst into a blaze. I found myself pressed against his body, his hardness against my softness, and the fire burned hotter with the feel of his muscular physique flush against me.  
    He backed me up against the bed and I crawled backward, feeling the pound of nerves resume as Kyle followed me.
    “Are you—” Kyle started.
    I interrupted him. “Yes. I’m sure. I’m nervous and scared, but I want it more than I’m scared.” I bit my lip, then admitted, “I’m on birth control. I got it a week ago, just in case.”
    Kyle’s eyes widened. “You did? Why didn’t you tell me.”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…it never felt like the right time. I was embarrassed, I guess.”
    Kyle slid off the bed and dug his wallet out of his suit coat, withdrew two condoms and set them on the table beside the bed. “I got those.”
    “Are you sure?” I asked him. He seemed nervous, now.
    “Yeah, I’m sure. Like you said,   I’m a little nervous. I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, or do anything wrong.”
    “You won’t do anything wrong. You won’t hurt me. Just…we’ll go slow, okay?”  
    He nodded, then ripped open the condom and rolled it over himself.
    He knelt over me, his hands on either side of my face, knees between mine, eyes locked on me, searching me.  
    I pulled him toward me and rested my hands on his back, then leaned up to kiss him. The heat of the kiss erased both of our fears, or eased them, at least. He moved into me, slowly.  
    I felt stretched, then a pinch, sharp and quick. I winced, and Kyle froze. His breathing was ragged already, and I could feel tension in his muscles. I was biting my lip hard now, feeling the pricking pain ease and the wonder of foreign fullness take over. I touched his backside, pulled him against me, encouraging him to move.
    It wasn’t long before he stilled, groaning.
    There were no fireworks, no screaming, no wild sweaty thrashing, but it was still amazing.  
    Kyle got up, disappeared into the bathroom, and came back. I cradled my head against his chest. Minutes passed in silence. His body felt hard and hot beneath me, and the feeling of being held by him this way, naked skin against naked skin, was almost better than what had gone before.
    I felt a tear trickle down my cheek and drip onto Kyle’s chest. I wasn’t sure where the tear had come from, or what it meant. I blinked, trying to keep back the others that threatened, not wanting Kyle to think I hadn’t enjoyed it.
    “Are you crying?” Kyle asked.
    I nodded, and let the tears spill. “It’s…I’m not upset or anything. Just emotional.”
    “Emotional how?”
    I shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. I’m not a virgin anymore. We can’t go back, now. Not that I’d want to take it back, because it was a wonderful experience. But…it’s