Page 26 of The Honorable Texan
She looked back up to see his face clenched, damp with sweat, as he slowly came back to himself.His eyes opened, dark, somber, sated.
She reached up and touched his mouth.She felt his body shivering in the aftermath, as hers was.He looked…shattered.
He collapsed on her, his forearms catching most of his formidable weight.His face pulsed at her throat, damp and sucking at breath.He shuddered.Her armsslid around him, cradling him.She felt him against every inch of her.She felt him, still inside her, still pulsing softly.
“Gosh,” she whispered, awed.Her legs curved around the back of his and her body lifted in soft entreaty.
“Optimist,” he murmured.
She laughed softly.She knew what he meant.Men spent themselves, and then it took a long time before they were capable again.She’d never indulged, but she’d heard other women talk.
“When I felt you stiffen, I could have shot myself,” he said at her ear.“I lost it.I knew you were a virgin.”
Her hands smoothed his dark, wavy hair.She looked up at the ceiling, vaguely aware of the cats moving around the room, of a breeze fluttering the curtains, of a distant car passing on the highway on the horizon.She’d never been so close to another human being.She knew, finally, what it was to be a woman.She’d never dreamed that it would be Blake who taught her how to make love.
He drew in a long breath and rolled over onto his back, bringing her over him so that he could look up into her wide blue eyes.
His hand went between them and came up with a faint trace of blood.
She blushed.
He searched her eyes for a long time.“I didn’t have the presence of mind to think about protection, either.”
She didn’t know what to say.She was still halfway in and halfway out of a new reality.
His hands slid down her body to her wide, soft hips.“Lift up,” he murmured sensuously.
She did, curious, until she saw his eyes go hungrily to her breasts.His hands slid up to them, cupping them softly.He eased her onto her back and his mouth made a meal of them, kissing and tasting until she rippled all over with renewed desire.
He groaned as his body responded with renewed arousal and sudden urgency.“Are you sore?”he asked roughly.
“I…well, I don’t…ouch!”she gasped when he touched her where the tissues were torn from their first intimacy.
He ground his teeth together.“Sorry,” he whispered.
She could feel how hungry he was.“You can,” she whispered back.“It’s okay.”
He felt those words to the soles of his feet.She would have let him, despite the pain.It humbled him to know that.
He bent to her mouth and kissed her softly, with exquisite tenderness.She tugged at his hips, but he didn’t respond.
“No,” he said softly, and he smiled at her.“Not unless you can take as much pleasure from my body as I take from yours.”
She was fascinated by the reply.
He kissed her again, very softly, and then rolled away from her.He tugged his clothes back on and stood up to finish the fastenings.He looked down at her as she pulled her discarded dress against her breasts and stared at him confusedly.
“I’ll make some coffee,” he said quietly, aware of her sudden embarrassment.“Then we’ll talk.”
He walked away.She struggled quickly back into her things, noting the curious stares of the twinSiamese cats, who probably had never seen such confusing behavior from their resident human pet.It made her self-conscious.
By the time he came back with a tray, she was sitting on the couch feeling waves of embarrassment and shame.
He sat down beside her, fixed a cup of coffee the way he knew she liked it, and handed it to her.He saw the tears she was trying not to shed.
He reached over for a tissue from the box he kept by the lamp and wiped her eyes with a tenderness that said more than words.
“I haven’t had a woman for over two years,” he said bluntly.“I’m sorry.I lost control the minute I started kissing you.”
