Echoes at Dawn (KGI #5)(49)

“You are making it beautiful,” she whispered. “You make me feel beautiful. Wanted. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do, Rio. Please don’t stop. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have trusted you enough to have been honest from the start. I just wanted you so much and I didn’t want my virginity to cause any weirdness between us. And maybe…maybe I thought you wouldn’t want me quite so much if you knew I didn’t have any experience,” she added with a grimace.

Not want her? Hell, right now the primitive caveman inside him was roaring in triumph and beating his chest like a damn Neanderthal. It was a stupid fact that he was damn glad she hadn’t had another lover. That she hadn’t ever wanted someone enough to give herself to another.

“It was a stupid thought,” he said with a scowl.

Her lips quirked upward in a grin and her eyes sparkled. She raised her hands to his face, framing it as he’d done hers, and then she lifted her mouth to his. “Then make love to me,” she murmured against his mouth. “Please.”

He slid his body down hers, pausing to tongue her ni**les. “Just as soon as I make you crazy with lust again.”

“Already there,” she gasped.

But he patiently wooed her, with his mouth, with sweet words, with gentle caresses. He kissed a line down her belly and then knelt at the end of the bed so that his mouth hovered just between her thighs. One kiss. Just a simple kiss that he pressed to her quivering flesh, and it was like being hit by lightning. She arched upward, gasping as his tongue circled her clit and teased it mercilessly.

Her knees shook. Her entire body trembled as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. He kissed the mouth of her opening. Sweet, gentle kisses of apology as if to say he was sorry for hurting her. Then he pulled away and slid his finger into her opening, testing the resistance. He stretched experimentally, watching her face the entire time. When she grimaced, he withdrew immediately and then lowered his mouth to soothe away the hurt.

“Rio, please!”

He rose up and over her, his eyes serious. “I told you that you’d never have to beg me, Grace. Not for anything.”

He slid his palms over her belly and up to her br**sts, cupping them both. Then he stared down into her beautiful eyes as he reached down to position himself between her thighs once more.

He slid his thumb over her clit and then began to push inside her with steady pressure. He didn’t want to just rip into her, but neither did he want to delay the inevitable and cause her more pain by drawing it out. She gave way underneath the relentless pressure and he heard her soft gasp.

She went tense all around him. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in a silent cry but then she bit down hard, as if to stifle any outburst. He swallowed and clenched his jaw as he sought valiantly to get himself under control.

He was about to crawl right out of his skin. She was hot and swollen around him, gripping him so tight that he was nearly senseless with pleasure. He’d never felt anything so damn good in his entire life.

But wth=rchhen he looked into her eyes and saw the tears she was valiantly trying to hold back, the ache in his chest grew until it was painful to breathe.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered.

He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and then each eyelid. He kissed the corner of her eye, where a single tear had escaped, and he licked it away.

“I won’t hurt you anymore, I swear it.”

She turned her chin up, hungrily finding his mouth. “Please, just don’t stop. Don’t…leave. You didn’t hurt me. It was just a shock and then it was so overwhelming. I just got emotional.”

“Shhh, honey,” he soothed. “I’m not going anywhere.” He thumbed a tendril of hair from her cheek and then kissed her again, lingering, so tender it made him ache.

As if he would leave her. He wasn’t going anywhere until she was more than satisfied. Over his dead body would he leave things as they were right now.

There were so many questions running through his mind that he was dizzy with them. Uppermost was how in the hell did this woman ever get to here and now without having had a man make love to her? Were they all brainless idiots or had she purposely kept her distance? And if she had, why him and why now?

It was stupid and pointless to try to read too much into the fact that she’d given her virginity to him. Not to anyone else. Him. It was a precious gift that he felt savage satisfaction over receiving. No one would ever have what she’d given him. It was his alone.

“Look at me,” he said. When she complied, he kissed her once more and remained completely still. He was afraid of moving too soon, too fast, of hurting her more than he already had. “We’re going to take this nice and slow and easy.”

She nodded and he saw relief flash in her eyes.

“I’m going to rise up just enough that I can get my mouth on those gorgeous br**sts of yours again. I want you to try to relax as much as possible. I want you to enjoy this. You liked it when I touched your br**sts and your ni**les.”

She blushed hard but nodded her agreement.

“When I did it before, you got wet. So we’re going to do that again and then I’m going to take it really slow and be extra gentle until we get the hang of this, okay?”

She teared up again, nearly ripping his heart out of his damn chest. Then she reached up with both hands and framed his face. She pulled him down into a ferocious kiss that left him breathless. It also had the unfortunate result of making him even harder inside her.