judge. But it’s
true.” She ducked her head. “I waited.”
His face had softened when she darted her eyes up to him
again. “Okay. I don’t want you to be nervous. I’ll try to be gentle.”
She crawled under the covers as he reached over to turn off
the light on his nightstand. The room wasn’t pitch black, and she could see him
move beside her.
To cut the sudden tension she felt, she said, “There’s no
reason to be too gentle. I don’t think I’m going to break.”
He laughed—his deep, familiar laugh. She suddenly realized
she should try harder to be sexy and romantic, rather than making him laugh.
She tried to think of something sexier to say, but
everything that came to her mind seemed absolutely ridiculous. Cheap, shallow
words. Not like her—or him—at all.
There was no sense in putting on a show, anyway. This wasn’t
the consummation of a great romance, and it wasn’t likely to be the kind of sex
that blew the roof off the house.
It was just them.
She’d barely resolved herself to this reality when he moved
over her and edged down to kiss her softly.
She’d kissed men before, but only a few and not very often,
so she wasn’t very experienced. Even his lips moving gently against hers now felt
new, strange, exciting. He smelled like soap, and she tried to relax into the
kiss.
His tongue delicately glided over the line between her lips.
When she parted them for him, he licked lightly across the undersides.
It felt increasingly good. Made her breath quicken and her
blood pound. She reached up to tangle her fingers into his thick hair.
She was just getting into it—starting to get the hang of
it—when he moved away, but only to trail little kisses over her face and down
her neck.
She gave a sharp gasp when he found a sensitive spot at the
base of her throat.
“How is it, Jessica?” he murmured against her skin.
“Good.” She gave another gasp as his tongue fluttered
against that same spot. “I like it.”
“Can I take your gown off?”
“Of course.” It made her a little nervous again, but it was
dark in the room. Her body was okay—long and slim—but it wasn’t anything
special.
She helped him pull the gown over her head and then
shuddered when his mouth moved down to her naked breast.
“Oh!” she gasped, grabbing at his head instinctively.
He flicked her nipple with his tongue, sending little tugs
of pleasure shooting down between her legs.
As his mouth moved against her flesh, another sensation
joined the first one. She shuddered in the wake of it. Then arched up as he
nuzzled between her breasts.
She tried to hold it back, but a little giggle escaped her
lips.
He raised his head. “What are you laughing at? I might be
out of practice, but surely I’m not that bad at it.”
She bit her lip, silently cursing her lack of control. She really
hoped he wasn’t offended. “You’re not bad at it at all. Your beard tickles.”
It was the truth, so she might as well admit it. Maybe it wouldn’t
spoil the mood too much.
He chuckled, obviously not offended. “If it really bothers
you, I can shave it. But I don’t think it will tickle for long.”
She blushed red hot when she realized the implications, and
pressure tightened at her groin. Not wanting him to get the best of her,
though, she said, “That sounds kind of smug. I’m not sure I’ve seen any cause
yet for you to be—”
She broke off with a ragged gasp when he grazed her nipple
with his teeth.
“What were you saying?” he asked, a delicious kind of
texture to his tone.
“Don’t be smug.” She wanted to laugh, which was so strange
since she was quickly growing aroused at the same time.
He kissed and fondled her for several minutes, and it wasn’t
long until his beard tickling was the last thing on her mind.
She’d never felt like this in her life—like she couldn’t
quite control the motion of her body. Her hips kept rocking restlessly, and she
was stroking and clutching at Daniel’s
true.” She ducked her head. “I waited.”
His face had softened when she darted her eyes up to him
again. “Okay. I don’t want you to be nervous. I’ll try to be gentle.”
She crawled under the covers as he reached over to turn off
the light on his nightstand. The room wasn’t pitch black, and she could see him
move beside her.
To cut the sudden tension she felt, she said, “There’s no
reason to be too gentle. I don’t think I’m going to break.”
He laughed—his deep, familiar laugh. She suddenly realized
she should try harder to be sexy and romantic, rather than making him laugh.
She tried to think of something sexier to say, but
everything that came to her mind seemed absolutely ridiculous. Cheap, shallow
words. Not like her—or him—at all.
There was no sense in putting on a show, anyway. This wasn’t
the consummation of a great romance, and it wasn’t likely to be the kind of sex
that blew the roof off the house.
It was just them.
She’d barely resolved herself to this reality when he moved
over her and edged down to kiss her softly.
She’d kissed men before, but only a few and not very often,
so she wasn’t very experienced. Even his lips moving gently against hers now felt
new, strange, exciting. He smelled like soap, and she tried to relax into the
kiss.
His tongue delicately glided over the line between her lips.
When she parted them for him, he licked lightly across the undersides.
It felt increasingly good. Made her breath quicken and her
blood pound. She reached up to tangle her fingers into his thick hair.
She was just getting into it—starting to get the hang of
it—when he moved away, but only to trail little kisses over her face and down
her neck.
She gave a sharp gasp when he found a sensitive spot at the
base of her throat.
“How is it, Jessica?” he murmured against her skin.
“Good.” She gave another gasp as his tongue fluttered
against that same spot. “I like it.”
“Can I take your gown off?”
“Of course.” It made her a little nervous again, but it was
dark in the room. Her body was okay—long and slim—but it wasn’t anything
special.
She helped him pull the gown over her head and then
shuddered when his mouth moved down to her naked breast.
“Oh!” she gasped, grabbing at his head instinctively.
He flicked her nipple with his tongue, sending little tugs
of pleasure shooting down between her legs.
As his mouth moved against her flesh, another sensation
joined the first one. She shuddered in the wake of it. Then arched up as he
nuzzled between her breasts.
She tried to hold it back, but a little giggle escaped her
lips.
He raised his head. “What are you laughing at? I might be
out of practice, but surely I’m not that bad at it.”
She bit her lip, silently cursing her lack of control. She really
hoped he wasn’t offended. “You’re not bad at it at all. Your beard tickles.”
It was the truth, so she might as well admit it. Maybe it wouldn’t
spoil the mood too much.
He chuckled, obviously not offended. “If it really bothers
you, I can shave it. But I don’t think it will tickle for long.”
She blushed red hot when she realized the implications, and
pressure tightened at her groin. Not wanting him to get the best of her,
though, she said, “That sounds kind of smug. I’m not sure I’ve seen any cause
yet for you to be—”
She broke off with a ragged gasp when he grazed her nipple
with his teeth.
“What were you saying?” he asked, a delicious kind of
texture to his tone.
“Don’t be smug.” She wanted to laugh, which was so strange
since she was quickly growing aroused at the same time.
He kissed and fondled her for several minutes, and it wasn’t
long until his beard tickling was the last thing on her mind.
She’d never felt like this in her life—like she couldn’t
quite control the motion of her body. Her hips kept rocking restlessly, and she
was stroking and clutching at Daniel’s
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