wanted anything else in my life." Including her so-called freedom, she realized distantly.
The crucial, but fleeting thought was driven from her mind as Garth touched the secret part of her. Gently he opened her legs and found the sensitive core of her need. She knew she was growing moist and soft under his touch and the knowledge of her uninhibited response made her retreat for an instant. Her quick, sizzling reaction to Garth was a little unnerving.
"What's the matter, Devon?" He continued to stroke her, waiting for her to relax again. "Don't be afraid. I know it's been a long time but I won't hurt you. I'd never hurt you."
"I know that. It's just that you make me so... so wild. I'd forgotten how you affect me." Her clear eyes met his. "It frightens me a little, Garth."
"You'll get used to the feeling, I promise." He lowered his head again, this time to trail a string of soft, nibbling kisses down her stomach. "You taste so good. Hot and spicy."
She shivered again and clutched at his shoulders as he began to string the kisses even lower. Making love on the rug was adventurous enough for her, she realized. This kind of intimacy, even with Garth, was too much. She tried to urge him back up along the length of her body.
"Garth, please, I don't... I can't..."
But Garth ignored the stumbling protest and the sharp little nails digging into his shoulders. Instead he took his time exploring her in ways that left Devon shuddering with reaction. She soon stopped struggling and gave herself up to the exquisite sensations he was arousing within her.
Garth might have limited notions about the proper time and place for making love, but it was obvious he put no limitations whatsoever on the act itself. Devon was breathless and desperate by the time he had finished teaching her the true meaning of being adventurous.
"Please, Garth, oh, please. I can't wait any longer." She lifted herself against him, pleading now for the release only he could give her.
"Neither can I ," he said thickly as he pulled away from her to unfasten his belt and slide out of his pants.
When he came back down beside her, Devon sighed and went into his embrace with all the certainty of a homing pigeon returning to its mate.
"This is where you belong, Devon. Here in my arms." Garth sprawled heavily on top of her, drinking in the warmth of her mouth as he fitted himself between her legs.
Devon felt the hard, throbbing maleness pressing close and she opened herself to take Garth deep within her. He started to enter her, felt the tightness and paused. But when she sank her nails back into his shoulders and raised her hips, he hesitated no longer.
"Devon!"
She made a small, muffled sound as he drove himself into her. For a few seconds her body felt unbearably full. Garth lay still, trembling above her, while he waited for her to adjust to him.
"It's been so long," she whispered.
"Too long." As he felt the rush of her quickly returning excitement, he began to stroke slowly and rhythmically.
Devon found the tempo and echoed it, clinging tightly to the hard, muscled frame above her. Her mind whirled with the force of the building crescendo.
When the finale came she wrapped herself around Garth and called his name in a soft litany of the love she could no longer deny.
Garth felt the tiny shivers that signaled her release, felt the gentle way her body clenched around him and then he heard the sound of his name on her lips. That was all it took to pull him over the edge after her. His hoarse exclamation of satisfaction made Devon cling to him even more tightly and they held on to each other as the glittering fragments of the climax faded slowly around them.
I love him, Devon thought as she came slowly back to reality. I've loved him all along. What am I going to do?
She felt Garth stir in her arms, lifting himself on his elbows. His eyes were gleaming with a lazy satisfaction that was all male and as old as time. Devon gave a soft, broken laugh and tried
The crucial, but fleeting thought was driven from her mind as Garth touched the secret part of her. Gently he opened her legs and found the sensitive core of her need. She knew she was growing moist and soft under his touch and the knowledge of her uninhibited response made her retreat for an instant. Her quick, sizzling reaction to Garth was a little unnerving.
"What's the matter, Devon?" He continued to stroke her, waiting for her to relax again. "Don't be afraid. I know it's been a long time but I won't hurt you. I'd never hurt you."
"I know that. It's just that you make me so... so wild. I'd forgotten how you affect me." Her clear eyes met his. "It frightens me a little, Garth."
"You'll get used to the feeling, I promise." He lowered his head again, this time to trail a string of soft, nibbling kisses down her stomach. "You taste so good. Hot and spicy."
She shivered again and clutched at his shoulders as he began to string the kisses even lower. Making love on the rug was adventurous enough for her, she realized. This kind of intimacy, even with Garth, was too much. She tried to urge him back up along the length of her body.
"Garth, please, I don't... I can't..."
But Garth ignored the stumbling protest and the sharp little nails digging into his shoulders. Instead he took his time exploring her in ways that left Devon shuddering with reaction. She soon stopped struggling and gave herself up to the exquisite sensations he was arousing within her.
Garth might have limited notions about the proper time and place for making love, but it was obvious he put no limitations whatsoever on the act itself. Devon was breathless and desperate by the time he had finished teaching her the true meaning of being adventurous.
"Please, Garth, oh, please. I can't wait any longer." She lifted herself against him, pleading now for the release only he could give her.
"Neither can I ," he said thickly as he pulled away from her to unfasten his belt and slide out of his pants.
When he came back down beside her, Devon sighed and went into his embrace with all the certainty of a homing pigeon returning to its mate.
"This is where you belong, Devon. Here in my arms." Garth sprawled heavily on top of her, drinking in the warmth of her mouth as he fitted himself between her legs.
Devon felt the hard, throbbing maleness pressing close and she opened herself to take Garth deep within her. He started to enter her, felt the tightness and paused. But when she sank her nails back into his shoulders and raised her hips, he hesitated no longer.
"Devon!"
She made a small, muffled sound as he drove himself into her. For a few seconds her body felt unbearably full. Garth lay still, trembling above her, while he waited for her to adjust to him.
"It's been so long," she whispered.
"Too long." As he felt the rush of her quickly returning excitement, he began to stroke slowly and rhythmically.
Devon found the tempo and echoed it, clinging tightly to the hard, muscled frame above her. Her mind whirled with the force of the building crescendo.
When the finale came she wrapped herself around Garth and called his name in a soft litany of the love she could no longer deny.
Garth felt the tiny shivers that signaled her release, felt the gentle way her body clenched around him and then he heard the sound of his name on her lips. That was all it took to pull him over the edge after her. His hoarse exclamation of satisfaction made Devon cling to him even more tightly and they held on to each other as the glittering fragments of the climax faded slowly around them.
I love him, Devon thought as she came slowly back to reality. I've loved him all along. What am I going to do?
She felt Garth stir in her arms, lifting himself on his elbows. His eyes were gleaming with a lazy satisfaction that was all male and as old as time. Devon gave a soft, broken laugh and tried
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