The doubts flitted away, left her mind on a soft, ragged sigh when he finally settled over her again. Warm skin hit warm skin, and the tip of him nudged her entrance, made her achy and restless all over again.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?” His soft lips brushed her earlobe then feathered down her neck, across her shoulder, making her shiver with need.
“Yes.” Her acknowledging whimper faded to a soft moan when his heated palms skimmed down her hips and cupped her bottom. In one long, powerful thrust, he filled her to the hilt. She bit her bottom lip and tried to prepare herself. Pain slipped through her, and she couldn’t contain her choked cry.
With a quiet, panicked curse, his head snapped up. Brows drawn together, his dark eyes searched hers, first in fear then in slowly dawning shock. “You’re a virgin.”
She met the accusation in his eyes, and her heart lurched. “Don’t stop. I couldn’t bear it if you stopped now.”
She shifted her hips against his, to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of fullness, to entice him and divest them of the tension that suddenly spanned the miniscule space between them.
It felt right to be with him this way. She hadn’t saved herself for him intentionally, but she was glad it had been him. No matter what happened after this, she wouldn’t ever regret this. She couldn’t bear it if he wanted to stop now.
His eyes fluttered closed, a look of pure torture crossing his chiseled features. The muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest rippled above her, tightly strained. He drew a ragged breath and expelled it slowly. The sound hissed out between his clenched teeth.
“Please, don’t stop.” She shifted again. This time, he moved with her, eased in deeper, and filled more of her. Her body slowly adjusted, and the pain melted away. Such an exquisite sensation, his hard body molded to every inch of hers. She’d never known how intimate it would feel, to be joined so wholly with someone. They were a part of each other now.
His eyes opened, heavy-lidded, and hot. He shook his head. “I won’t stop. I’m not sure I can.”
Something softer, more tender, more intense, lingered deep in the depths of his eyes. Worry?
He confirmed the thought when he leaned his forehead against hers. “I really wish you would have told me. I would have been more careful, taken it slower.” He pressed his mouth to hers, lingering over her lips. “Next time it won’t hurt like that. I promise.”
Would there be a next time? Did she want there to be?
That thought sent heat slipping through her belly. She did and she knew it. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, clung to his heated body, and molded her mouth to the curve of his throat, relishing the salty taste. She murmured against his skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
She moved in slow circles, the tiny movement jarring something deep inside. She shivered with heat, with the beginnings of pleasure. The low groan that slipped from his lips echoed the sentiment. He dropped his head into the curve of her shoulder. His body remained taut, the muscles tightly strained, when he began to move within her. With infinite control and patience, he rocked against her in an exquisite, slow rhythm that built the delicious tension low in her belly all over again.
Somewhere in the midst of it, his head lifted, his torso separating from hers. Cool air washed over her heated skin. The shift concentrated the delicious pressure in their hips, where their bodies joined, and wound the pleasure to near unbearable heights. His eyes locked on hers. He slid his palm down her belly and over her hip. Slipping between them, he found her still throbbing core and massaged it.
In an instant, the sweet tension spiked again and she curled her fingers into his flesh, intense pleasure bursting through her in endless waves. Above her, Dillon stiffened and jerked, a soft curse slipping from his lips on a long, low groan when he found his own release.
Holding his weight on his elbows, he dropped his head into the curve of her neck, his breathing harsh and ragged against her skin.
How long they lay there she didn’t know, but the longer they lay together, the more she wanted to stay there. Guilt rose to choke her. She could make all the excuses in the world, but she couldn’t escape one fact—this man had been her sister’s lover. She’d willingly given herself to him, with little care for the consequences, to how it would change their relationship. Panic swelled within her. She had no idea what happened now.
How could she regret this? She’d had certain expectations of what her first time would be like. Her near rape in high school had turned her against the idea, made her afraid to try, for fear every man would be the same. Dillon surprised her. He was patient and gentle, more concerned with her pleasure than his. He made her first time something she’d remember forever. It had far exceeded her expectations.