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“Absolutely.” He tugged her close. “The last thing I want to do is hurt or scare you.”

She raised her hands to feather her fingers over his biceps as he leaned in. “I trust you.”

The words were barely out of her mouth when he kissed her, this time with purpose.

Maggie framed his face, pulling him down with her to the bed. His weight settled against her, cocooning her in his heat. He trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck to lave her breasts. She let out the moan she held back earlier and threaded her fingers into his thick hair. He smiled against her breast.

“That’s more like it.”

It would be the first of many, she was sure.

He trailed hot kisses down the valley between her breasts and over her abdomen, ratcheting up the fire burning in Maggie’s core to new heights. When he kept going, she stiffened. “Declan?”

“This is new too?” He glanced up at her, eyes glittering.

She gave a quick nod.

His teeth flashed in the low light. “Excellent. Call me a caveman, but I like knowing no other man has had the privilege.”

Before she could respond, he lowered his head and kissed and nipped his way past her hips, taking her panties with him. Every inch closer to her center sent the tension spiraling higher. His nose teased that little bundle of nerves, sending a wave of pleasure soaring through her veins, lifting her hips from the bed.

A low hum of satisfaction escaped his chest. He parted her folds with his hand and pressed his tongue to her heated flesh.

Maggie thought she would explode. Colors danced in front of her eyes, blinding her to everything but the feel of his mouth doing naughty things to her body. He toyed with her, then added two fingers to her channel, stretching her as he found that hidden spot deep inside. In just a few strokes, the colors exploded into a blinding light as her first orgasm ripped through her. She shouted his name as she soared over the edge.

While she came down from her high, he climbed off the bed to shuck his shorts and boxers. Her eyes widened as she got her first look at him. He was already erect, his shaft long and thick. More moisture flooded her core. She didn’t want to beg, but if he didn’t rejoin her in the next few seconds, she would.

He put a knee on the bed, then stopped. A soft whine escaped her.

“I need to go get my wallet.”

Confused, she frowned, then realized why. “Oh, right. Actually, I have some.” She pointed to the nightstand. “Wishful thinking last week.”

He yanked open the drawer and fished out the box. “I like that you’re a planner,” he said with a crooked smile. He tore open the box and ripped a packet free of the strip before tearing open the foil and sheathing himself.

“Are you ready for this? For me?”

“If you had clothes on, I’d yank you on top of me.”

His smile flashed again. “Well, let’s not keep you waiting.” He crawled back over her, settling between her legs.

Her eyes rolled back when he nudged her entrance. But it was his fingers that slid inside. Her head snapped down to look at him. “I know we agreed to slow, but this is just torture now.”

“Not torture.” He nuzzled her ear, nibbling on the lobe as his fingers slid through her slick heat. “I just want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

A sliver of apprehension tensed her muscles. Once he started his assault on her senses, though, the pain of losing her virginity became the furthest thing from her mind.

“I’ll be careful, I swear.” He pulled his fingers free, smearing her wetness around her entrance. Grasping himself, he positioned the tip and edged inside.

A delicious burn started as she stretched to accommodate him. She moaned. Her heartbeat sped up in response to the building pleasure. He eased in a little further, and Maggie felt the resistance. He pulled back, then stroked forward several times, stretching her walls. She felt a pop and a sharp jolt of pain as he slid deeper.

“You all right?” he asked, voice strained as he held himself still within her.

She nodded. “Keep going. It doesn’t hurt.” The opposite was true. Except for the quick burst of pain, it felt better than anything ever had.

Taking her at her word, he slid out, then pushed back in with one stroke. Her hips rose to meet his, and he took it as a sign she was a hundred percent on board. His thrusts sped up, sending her higher up the mountain. Maggie wrapped her legs around his waist, and he hit that spot that sent her to the moon in a split second. She let out a little shout, which spurred him on. In another handful of strokes, she flew over the edge. As she rode the waves of white-hot pleasure, he grasped her hips and continued to pump into her. Veins bulged in his neck, and he shouted her name as his climax hit.

As the intensity faded, Maggie’s bones liquified. “That was intense.”

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