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her hips to the rising hardness of his body, to show her the desire that raged in him from the contact.
His mouth bit at hers.  I had a buddy in Iraq, he whispered roughly.  He came home on leave
and his wife was walking around in a short gown with nothing under it. He dropped his pants, lifted her
onto him and walked around the house, bouncing her against him. He said the climax was so violent
that they fell down the steps into the sunken living room and had to go to the emergency room after.
His mouth ground into hers.  He said it was worth a broken ankle.
She shivered. The mental imagery made her even hotter than she already was.
His hands ground her hips into his and he groaned.
Her hands were also busy, pulling at buttons until she reached hard muscle and thick hair. She
rubbed her breasts against his chest in a fever of need, moaning again at the sensation it produced.
 I can t& stop, he bit off.  It s been too long!
 I don t care, she whimpered. She wrapped her legs around him, shivering.  Please& 
He didn t need to be asked twice. He carried her into the first bedroom he came to, put her on
the bed and stripped.
Her eyes widened as she saw him without the protection of clothing. He was incredible-looking,
all muscle and tanned skin, all man. She was too aroused to feel embarrassed, even when he stripped
her as efficiently and tossed her back onto the coverlet.
He covered her with his body, his face taut and grim, rigid with the desire that was consuming
him. He moved her legs apart and lowered himself between them.
 Are you really a virgin? he whispered roughly.
 Sorry. Yes, she managed as she felt him against her.
He slid a hand under her hips and lifted her. His eyes held hers as he impaled her suddenly.
She cried out, shocked and hurt.
His teeth clenched. He held her still when she tried to move back away from him.  It won t hurt
for long, he promised gruffly.
But it did. She bit her lower lip until blood dropped, salty and hot, on her tongue. She closed her
eyes, aware of his harsh breathing, the violent downward push of his hips as he drove for satisfaction,
blind and deaf to everything except the need to overcome the anguish that consumed him. The tension
snapped very quickly, in a red rush of sensation that made him cry out with its intensity. He shuddered
over her, ramming his hips down against hers as he filled her body with his in one final, insistent surge
of passion.
He felt her tears as his face slid against hers, felt her shivering. It had been bad, and he d lost
control. He kissed the tears away. His hand smoothed tenderly over her hair, brushing it away from her
wet, pale face.
He looked down into her eyes with quiet apology.  It s been seven years, he whispered quietly.
 I m sorry. I couldn t stop.
She couldn t stop shivering.  Seven years? she whispered, surprised.
He nodded. He bent and brushed his mouth over her closed eyelids, sipping away the wetness.
 I m a prude, just like my brother, he whispered.  I think people should be married before they have
sex.
She swallowed, trying to cope with the pain.  So do I.
He propped himself on an elbow and studied her face quietly.  I ve never had a virgin, he
confessed.
She frowned.  Your wife& ?
 She was a party girl, he said heavily.  I thought all women were like you, that they waited for
marriage. I had a shock on my wedding night, when she shared the benefit of her sensual education
with me. He managed a brief smile.  I was shocked and mad and couldn t even express it, because she
got me so hot I d have died to have her. She kept me that way for three years.
She searched his eyes. Incredible, to be lying together with him in such intimacy and talk to
each other like this.  I don t know anything about men, she confessed shyly,  except what I ve read in
books and seen in movies.
 And heard from girlfriends? he prompted.
 Actually, I ve only ever had one real girlfriend, my sister-in-law, Keely, and we don t ever talk
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