Anything for Her(34)

A giggle bubbled in her chest now, a little like champagne fizzing on its way down. The fact that she hadn’t wanted to look closely at male genitals the other times she’d had sex should have been her first clue that something was wrong. Because she very definitely did want to see now.

Stripping him wasn’t as easy as stripping her had been, though. The hard ridge beneath his zipper made pulling it down potentially perilous. His face contorted a couple of times while she oh-so-carefully proceeded, and he made some interesting sounds, too. Her apprehension faded when she realized the sounds expressed pleasure, not distress.

Her eyes widened at what she found when she pulled his underwear down. He lifted his hips to cooperate when Allie tugged jeans and briefs all the way off before she crawled back up to...explore.

His size was daunting. Until now, it hadn’t occurred to her that their relative sizes mattered. She’d liked feeling petite, dwarfed by his powerful body. But now... Her fingers couldn’t close around him, and she raised alarmed eyes to his face.

He lifted his head. “You look freaked.”

“Is this going to hurt?”

“What?” He looked stunned. “No! Why would...? You’re not a virgin?” Now, he sounded alarmed.

“No, but...I think maybe those guys weren’t so big. And I’m not very big.” Her voice wasn’t, either. It was shrinking into nothingness before she finished.

Nolan’s head dropped to the mattress and he gave a choked laugh. “Damn it, Allie. No one has ever said... I’m not huge, you know. You’re just small.”

“I know that,” she said indignantly.

“We’ll fit.” He reared up and cupped her face, the curve of his mouth tender. “I can promise that much.” He kissed her gently, nibbling at her lips.

She closed her eyes and let him wash away her fear. Not all her fears, nobody could do that, but this one, yes.

The next thing she knew, she was on her back, and he was kissing her passionately and stroking one calloused finger between her thighs, where she was wet and aching. She was utterly lost from that point on; she surfaced only long enough to be aware he’d torn open the package and was putting on the condom. She had to watch that, in fascination. A part of her wished he didn’t have to wear one.

If we stay together, I could get a patch, or go on the pill, and he wouldn’t have to.

The memories of those questions he’d asked in the kitchen, wanting to know about her mother, her father, where she’d lived, everything, flickered through her mind, and her heart contracted with a different fear that was more real. If this went on, she’d get more and more muddled, more unsure of what she could say and what she couldn’t...and what she’d already said.

But he was back, touching her again, kissing her, his weight half on his elbows as he nudged between her legs and she couldn’t help lifting her hips in pleasure and welcome, letting apprehension about the future go.

He eased barely in, then out, and an outraged cry slipped from her lips. He might have laughed, she wasn’t sure, but the next time he pressed deeper, another inch or two, before retreating. By the time he slid home, she was begging him, had one leg hooked over his and the other foot braced on the mattress so she could lift to take him as deep as he could go.

They found a rhythm that felt both amazing and familiar. And so good. She coiled tighter and tighter as he thrust harder. His eyes held hers when she broke, spasming around him, clutching him with her entire body. His teeth gritted and he let himself go, too. He bucked against her, pulsing inside her, which seemed to prolong her pleasure.

At long last he sagged, barely catching himself on his elbows, then rolled to the side, taking her with him.

Allie cuddled close, grateful for his strong arm wrapped around her. His heart slammed under her cheek, and she felt more shaken than she could ever remember being. I had no idea, she thought in astonishment.

His breathing gradually slowed. She felt the moment when he lifted his head enough to kiss the top of her head.

“We fit.” There was a smile in his voice.

The earlier giggles must have been trapped in there, because they popped out now. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Should I be insulted?” Nolan asked in mock indignation.

“No! No. I was just thinking...it was sublime.” A rush of shyness overcame her. “At least, it was for me.”

“Me, too.” This time his voice was deep, slow and filled with some emotion that confounded her. “I don’t think that was sex, Allie.”