Page 35 of Harvey

“No. Wait!” She wedged her hands between them, almost recoiling from the warmth of his chest and the muscles flexing at her touch. For a minute, she had no idea what she had been about to say.

“What is it?” he asked tautly, his muscles trembling from holding himself taut.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Tell me later.” His head lowered, and she felt that when he reached between them to enter her, and then it would be too late.

“It has to be now!” She cried desperately.

“Kendra, this is the wrong time to be conversing. I promise we will talk later.” He lied. Trying again, he started lowering himself, fighting hard to control the rampaging desire raging through his body.

The look of her, the feel of her satin-like skin against his, was enough to drive him quite mad. And she was choosing this inopportune time to have a conversation. He had yet to fathom what women think or how they reason.

“It’s my first time!”

He was at the edge of her opening and getting ready to sheath her fully when the desperation in her voice registered inside his brain.

Going still and not quite believing what he had just heard, he lifted his head to stare at her.

“What?”

Her fingers dug into his chest, and her eyes lowered to his throat, where a pulse was throbbing madly.

“It’s my first time. I have never done anything like this before.’

“That’s what I thought I heard. How old are you?”

The accusation in his voice had her lifting her head to look at him. “Twenty-eight.”

He was stunned. He had never been with a virgin before, and as far as he was concerned, virgins were things of the past, in some long-ago era where a woman was required to be one as law.

Not in this era of promiscuity and women’s movements, where a woman was not afraid to say that they were equal to a man when it comes to every damn thing. And indeed, not a woman who looked like her. It was inconceivable.

“Please don’t look at me like an alien,” she said quietly.

“I am looking at you as a man who cannot believe you kept yourself pure all this time. Where were you living? In a convent?”

She bristled at that. “Being a virgin is not so rare.”

“It damn well is, and you know it.” He countered gruffly.

“I just told you so you would not- “her voice tailed off, and he had to bite back a smile. He had realized she was innocent, but not this – this was something he had never dreamed she would be.

“So, I would not behave like an animal and hurt you.”

Her eyes flew to his. “I suppose you are going to stop.”

He felt his heart lurched at the regret in her soft voice.

“Why would you think that?” He murmured hoarsely, his senses already going into overdrive.

“Because I am- “

“Innocent? I never had the distinction of being someone’s first before, and I don’t know why you have chosen me or fate has chosen me to be, but I could not stop even if I wanted to.” He was already entering her slowly, his arms taut as he held himself aloft, his eyes glittering.

“I am going to hurt you, but I want to minimize the pain.” He told her hoarsely as he pushed in slowly, his body rigid. When he got to the barrier, he went still, his eyes meeting hers. Bending towards her, he brushed his lips against hers.

When she opened her mouth, his tongue darted in just as he drove into her. Capturing the gasp of pain, he stayed still for a few minutes so that she could get used to the length and width of him.

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