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Only once? He’d love to replace that bad memory for her.

“Not stupid. Beautiful and trusting. If I made love to you, Rachel, I’d show you how it should be. I’d be gentle and make it good for you.” He slid his hands over her thighs, which were still straddled over his hips. Her belly rested against his throbbing cock. “You wouldn’t look back on this time with regret because it’s only the beginning. It would be very good between us, angel.”

Eli’s conscience warred with his natural instinct to use whatever means were at his disposal to get her writhing beneath him. But what about her



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doubts and fears? They’d still be there in the morning if he didn’t make sure this was what she wanted tonight.

The vulnerability and trust he saw in her eyes strengthened his resolve to prove himself worthy of her.

“Don’t break my heart, Eli. I couldn’t bear it.”

“Your heart is safe with me, Rachel. Please trust me.”





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“I need you.” Rachel lowered her lips to his for another kiss and held on when he rolled her under him on the big bed. She could tell he kept most of his weight off of her but pressed his heavily muscled torso lightly into her as he continued to kiss her. His weight and his immense physical presence were unspeakably comforting and arousing, by turns. Still dressed in his sweatpants, he settled his hips between her open thighs and pressed his hard erection into the cradle of her body. Her head fell back on his pillow, and she moaned quietly at the feel of his hard length pressed to her. She secretly wondered how it would all fit. Resting on an elbow, he began to inch the shirt up her thighs.

“I’m craving my first look at your bare, luscious curves and then a taste of your sweet pussy. Would that be all right, Rachel? Would you let me do that?” He licked tenderly at her lips and nuzzled her jawline.

Whoa. She looked into his eyes. “You want to do that, Eli?” Rachel was truly hesitant, not understanding why that would turn him on. She knew about oral sex, but she thought that the only men really interested in pleasuring a woman that way were the heroes in erotic romance novels.

Her experience was limited to one disastrous encounter that had been all about the guy getting what he wanted. That encounter with Reese McCoy had not made her afraid of men but merely confused about what it was they wanted and were willing to give in reality, not fantasy.

Eli wanted her like that?

“More than you could possibly imagine. I fantasize all the time about the beautiful body under your clothes. I imagine what you would taste like, and I wonder how you’ll sound when you come that way.”

Rachel’s cunt clenched and became wetter, begging to be filled.

Uncertainty about her inexperience made her want to apologize.



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“If you’re sure, but I’ve never done that before. I don’t know what you want me to do, Eli. I’m sorry.” She felt like an inept teenager.

“Never be sorry for that. I’m sorry I wasn’t your first lover, but I can be the first to taste your sweet pussy, to show you what real pleasure is. Did you come for your other lover?” She caught a glimmer of jealousy in his eyes.

Come for that rat-bastard Reese McCoy? She shook her head. “No, it was over right after it began. It wasn’t a good first experience.” She thought that was the fucking understatement of the year. “I never even got close. It never came close to feeling anything like this.” She held on to his shoulder as he lowered his lips to her collarbone, above the neck of the T-shirt.

Butterflies took flight in her stomach as he brushed his knuckles over her abdomen, and thoughts of Reese McCoy faded away. He looked up at her, and she saw the tender reassurance in his gaze as he slid the T-shirt up slowly.

“I’ll go slow for you, Rachel and I’ll stop if you need me to.” Her body wept at his tender words and begged for him. Pleaded to be filled. She panted softly when his lips followed the hem of the T-shirt as it was lifted over her rib cage. His tongue slid along the underside of her breast, which made her insides quiver.

“Mmm, like velvet.” His warm mouth closed over her tightly peaked nipple, wringing a high-pitched moan from her. She was strung as tight as a bow. He gently spread her thighs and knelt between them. He slid his hands under her waist, arching her back and drawing her to his lips. She felt so claimed and knew she would feel that same sensation to a greater degree before long and reveled in the knowledge. His long black hair slid forward, over and around her, forming a dark curtain as he suckled hungrily on her flesh. His lips made their slow, tantalizing way to the other nipple before kissing up to her collarbones and the hollow at the base of her throat. As he worked the T-shirt over her head, he spoke of how he’d longed for her, that the wait had been worth it, and how delicious she was.