He chuckled in her ear. “I do. How do you like it?”
He circled her slowly, occasionally brushing over the sensitive spot. Then he pressed a little more, went a little faster. She found herself caught in a process she didn’t understand. “Like…that,” she managed.
“Relax,” he murmured. “We’ve got all night. I want to make this good for you.”
His words made her uncomfortable. He was talking about that whole pleasure thing. She’d read about it, of course. For most guys it was a sure thing, but for women it could be complicated. Worry distracted her from the intense enjoyment. How was she supposed to know if it was happening to her? What would it feel like if it did? How long would it take? She didn’t even know enough to fake it.
Cassie pressed her lips together. For now, what he was doing to her was amazing. She felt as if she were being carried toward the sun. Heat flooded her body, as her muscles tensed. She dug her heels into the bed and raised her hips toward him, urging him to continue.
She would let him do this for a few more minutes, she decided. Until he was probably bored, then she would plead exhaustion or nerves or something and get him to stop so they could get on with it. Yes, that was it. She would tell him to stop. Just not yet.
He continued to touch her. Occasionally he slipped his finger inside of her. Her breathing became rapid and she tossed her head back and forth. It was perfect, just like this. The rubbing, the closeness, the tension that spiraled higher and higher.
“You’re getting ready,” he told her. “Go for it.”
She was about to tell him she didn’t know what the “it” was, but she couldn’t speak. A fine thread seemed to be unraveling inside of her. Heat radiated from that place in the very center of being. Heat and an odd pressure.
“Please,” she breathed, hoping he would understand that she needed him not to stop.
Apparently he did because he moved faster and lighter, now directly over that one tiny point of sensation. She could feel herself gathering, reaching, straining. She clutched at the bedspread and splayed her knees wider.
“Cassie, look at me.”
She opened her eyes and found herself drowning in his gaze. She clung to the edge of sanity. She was almost there…even though she wasn’t sure of her destination.
He stopped moving. Her breath caught in her throat. One heartbeat, two. Then he resumed, circling and circling, faster and faster until her body peaked.
She remembered crying out his name as the ripples of release rode through her. She remembered his lips on hers and the feel of his tongue in her mouth and how he’d kissed her at the exact moment when she’d wanted to be kissed. She remembered how he’d held her afterward, hugging her close and murmuring about how beautiful she was.
Finally, when her heartbeat was nearly normal, she looked up at him. “Wow.”
“Yeah? I’m glad.” His pleased smile faded. “I want you.”
In his arms, having just experienced the ultimate pleasure for the very first time, she found herself feeling a little bold. “I want you to have me,” she said perkily.
He kissed her with a passion that made her toes curl. While he fumbled with his belt and slacks, she worked on his shirt. It was tough to undress a man, all the while still kissing him, but she liked it. It made her feel sexy and worldly.
When he was finally naked, he rolled away, opened his nightstand drawer, dug out something and closed the drawer. Then he turned back and propped himself up on one elbow.
She let her gaze drift down his broad shoulders and bare chest. While they were incredibly lovely and later she would want to look her fill, right now she was far more interested in seeing a naked, aroused man. Except for some brief, shadowy glimpses in the movies, she’d never actually seen it.
And it made her gasp. “It’s so big,” she blurted out.
Ryan grinned. “Why, thank you, my dear. I’m glad you approve.”
Approve wasn’t the word she would have chosen, Cassie thought. Suddenly fear threatened. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she should tell Ryan she’d changed her mind. Maybe…
She glanced up at his face, at the wanting in his eyes, at the tender-hungry expression that made her love him more. Of course she wanted this. She wanted to finally know, and she wanted to learn it all with Ryan. She trusted him and she loved him.
He slipped on the protection, then kissed her. As his tongue plunged in deeper, his hands stroked her breasts. She hadn’t thought she could want him again, but she did. Her body tensed. Between her legs, she felt the heat and swelling. Could she experience that wonderful release again? At least this time she knew what to expect.