Page 30 of Consequences of Their Wedding Charade
‘It’s a little weird,’ he whispered into her ear. ‘I know. I get it. I understand.’ He unzipped himself, stepped back and out of the trousers, eyes firmly glued to her face, and then out of the boxers.
Utterly at ease with his nakedness, he stood there in front of her and Jess gaped.
She forgot that she was clad only in her knickers. She forgot her nerves and the bloom of panic rising inside her. She forgot everything as she stared at him, so stunning in his nudity, his body a work of art. Broad shoulders and a broad chest tapered to lean hips and long muscular legs. He was a tall man and beautifully built, with the honed perfection of an athlete.
She stared at his manhood, impressively big, and almost passed out when he absently took it in his hand for a few seconds.
‘A little weird’didn’t come close to the heightened anticipation and burning confusion sweeping over her but nothing could deter her now. She was so turned on her mind was cloudy.
‘Think you can handle a little bit of weird, Jess?’ he murmured with a smile in his voice and he didn’t give her time to answer. He kissed her and his hands were not innocently exploring now but cupping her breasts and he groaned and moved against her so that she could feel the hardness of his erection pushing against her belly. ‘I love the fact that you’re so tall.’ His voice was thick and uneven as he rolled his thumbs over her nipples.
Jess grunted a reply, but she had no idea what she might have said because, for the first time in her life, she wasfeeling.Her body was alivewith sensations, her nipples sending messages straight to that place between her legs which throbbed and ached to be touched.
She squirmed and rubbed her legs together, felt the wetness soaking her underwear.
As if reading her mind, and definitely reading whatever signals her body was giving off, he eased the underwear down too fast for modesty to provide a stumbling block.
He cupped her between her thighs with one hand and Jess froze in shock, but he was still kissing her, her mouth, her face, her neck, while that hand...
That hand moved rhythmically between her legs, slipped into the wet crease to stroke, finding her core and rubbing until she could barely breathe because her rising excitement was so intense.
She wanted to come so badly.
He edged them towards the bed and she gratefully sank onto the mattress and had a few seconds of breathing space, during which she watched as he checked his wallet for something. Protection. Of course.
Through the haze of pure lust filtered the recognition that the last thing he would want, after the fiasco with Caitlin, was an accidental pregnancy.
She was too overwhelmed to follow that thought anywhere useful. Instead, she half closed her eyes and gasped as he sank onto the bed to begin a slow, leisurely and methodical exploration of her breasts, nuzzling and sucking and caressing and driving her crazy. She arched back and groaned as he suckled, massaging them between his big hands. The abrasive rubbing of his thumbs on her sensitised nipples and the lash of his tongue against the tightened buds was beyond erotic.
She laced her fingers through his hair and arched back and writhed under the explosion of sensation. Her legs dropped open and she watched in fascinated trepidation as he trailed a path along her stomach, circling her belly button on the way, eventually finding what he was looking for, the damp mound between her thighs.
He buried his head there and Jess squirmed, embarrassed at such intimacy but then enjoying it way too much to wriggle free of that questing tongue.
She scarcely recognised her guttural moans and only felt a stab of real apprehension when he levered himself up to don protection, taking a lot longer than expected because his hands were so unsteady.
She noted all that and knew that that was the biggest compliment he could have paid her. He was as out of control as she was and that said a lot for a guy who was always in control.
He sank into her and she stiffened instantly. She’d thought she would be able to hide her lack of experience, but she’d been an idiot. That first deep thrust had been a shock, hadhurt, and she had reacted accordingly. Just for a split second but long enough for him to immediately pull out and when she looked at him there was raw shock on his face.
‘Jess...’
‘Don’t talk,’ she pleaded huskily.
‘You’re a virgin!’
Mortification seared her and she felt the prick of tears stinging the back of her eyes. She looked away quickly, but he gently turned her face so that she had no option but to look at him.
‘Don’t cry,’ he whispered.
‘I’m not,’ she answered quickly and fiercely. ‘So what if I’m a virgin? I want this. So stop talking and just...do...’
‘I don’t want to hurt you...’ Curtis sounded as if he was talking about more than just whatever physical discomfort she might feel at having him inside her.
‘You won’t—’ the fierceness was still in her voice but she stroked his face ‘—you won’t hurt me, Curtis. So...please... I want this so much...want you to make love to me... No more questions...please...’
He did, a little clumsily at first and then gently, easing his way in, taking his time, sending her into orbit until she was the one calling the shots, at which point he moved faster, thrusting deeper, filling her and taking her with him, all the way to a place she’d never dreamt possible, where she shattered into a million glorious pieces.
She clung shamelessly, hooking her legs around his back and feeling him as he came inside her and then another clumsy fumble, cursing softly as he disposed of the condom.
