Chapter 28

Then it was there. His hands cupped her bottom to lift her, and he made that first smooth, blinding thrust with his hips. Her body throbbed and stretched to accommodate him; she felt him like a burning shaft of fire in the innocence of her sheath. Her breath caught, her fingers dug into his shoulders, and sensation poured in a swirling wave of fear and anticipation down the pulsing length of where they had joined.

"You are sure you want this?" he husked at her.

The fact that he’d even asked the question after so much pulsing, macho male dominance made tears sting the back of her throat. The point surely was—did he want it?

Charley nodded, her mouth just a breath away from his, her eyes clinging dark and vulnerable and helplessly needy to his. It was his eyes that closed when he made that final invasion, his mouth that quivered tautly as she tried to choke back a cry of pain. It was his hands that trembled as he pushed the hair away from her face, then kissed it in soft, soothing touch