Page 33 of Forbidden Virgin

“Kate?” He stopped one step in front of her, his eyes caressing her and making her head bob forward.

“Preston isn’t coming. It’s me,” she said, and shrugged. She swallowed hard. “You said one year,” she said, hoping this wouldn’t be the most awkward moment in history. What if a leggy brunette materialized behind him with a big fat engagement ring?

He pulled her to him, and kissed her. For a moment, she couldn’t believe she was finally back in his arms. Then she caught a whiff of his unique scent, lifted her hands to his hair and recognized the smell of his skin, the feel of his arms. She was home again.

His tongue meshed with her, and she should have stopped—they were in an airport, for crying out loud. But she couldn’t when her body asked for more. Seeing him meant more than tasting a chocolate cake after a yearlong carb-free diet.

“Graham,” she whispered.

“I know, baby.”

He scooped her up in his arms, and she yelped. She saw him making a hand gesture to someone, then followed his hand and saw the chauffeur. He ordered him to pick up her luggage and take them to the limo.

Then, he continued to carry her to the long stretch limo. The first time she’d come to Maui well over a year ago, she’d imagined being with him in that car. And now it was finally happening.

When he set her inside, he clicked the button to pull up the partition and closed the door. She chuckled, completely understanding his urgency. He sat next to her and brought her to his lap. The kiss turned into a feverish melding of mouths. She quivered, currents of excitement igniting her insides.

He slid up her dress, his hand hovering over her bare flesh. “No underwear. Naughty girl.”

She humped into him, pretty sure her essence would stain his expensive pants but she didn’t care. He slid a finger down her, and she rode it like she hoped to do his cock soon. “Yes, baby. I missed this so much,” she breathed.

“Me too.” He nipped her jaw, and flicked her clit so vigorously that she moaned, and soon she came.

She slid her hand down and unzipped him. The terrific bulge welcomed her and she palmed his cock. It grew and pulsed in her hand, and she traced the underside veins with the tip of her fingers, and felt Graham trembling against her. “Oh yes.”

“Later we’ll do this right. Now I just need to fuck you otherwise I’ll come in your hand. And I’d much prefer your pussy.”

She positioned herself on top of him, and pushed him to her. When he thrust into her, he lacked the finesse he had in the past. God. He wanted this as much as she did. A pang of pain surged through her, her slick walls adjusting to his size after so long.

“You’re still my naughty virgin, aren’t you? You’re so tight.”

“All for you. I kept myself tight for you,” she said, nipping his nose. “Your cherry.”

“Always be my cherry.” He kissed her hard.

She moved on top of him, moaning louder each time and hoping the partition would also miraculously block her shameless sounds of pleasure. He rocked himself into her, and even though she straddled him, his strong hand on the small of her back dictated the rhythm, and when he filled her up so violently she remembered that delicious feeling of completion she only had when he plunged inside her. He pulled down her dress and feasted on her tits, sucking one while his hand cupped and fingers pinched the other. She threw her head back, dizzy in that haze of desire.

He fucked her fast but fucked her good. When she came, he held her and rammed into her a couple more times, impaling her so deep she gasped. When he came, his warm load flooding her, she smiled and fell on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder. “I love you and I’m never letting you go. Do you hear me?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“This past year has been miserable,” he said, and enveloped her in a warm embrace that raised her body temperature. She sighed into the curve of his neck, and enjoyed the closeness.“How did you like Europe?” he asked with a hint of hesitation dangling in his voice.

“Okay. I have two weeks left of my course but I couldn’t wait any longer. I saw your tattoo on Sheri’s Facebook page and I knew you were waiting for me,” she said, and rolled up the cuff of his shirt until the gorgeous ink came into vision. “I love it.”

“I needed to keep you close to me one way or another.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll go back with you so you can finish your course. Then maybe we can travel around for a honeymoon.”

He wanted to marry her? She giggled, her heart singing with delight. “Honeymoon? Really?”

“Yes. You’re the one for me,” he said, and held her hands together. She shifted on his lap so she could contemplate the gleam in his eyes, the dead serious expression on his handsome face. Her stomach curled in anticipation. He spoke from the heart and she knew it. She felt it. And she loved it. “You taught me so much. You’re right, I bolted in the past. I actually read my mom’s letters and went to see her.”

Her jaw dropped. “How did it go?”

“She’s been clean for ten years, but her health isn’t the best. She’s in a nursing home now.”

She smiled. “Are you okay?”

He kissed her hands. “I am now. You make it all worth it, Kate.”

“You give me too much credit but I’ll take it. I love you, Graham.” She lowered her lips to his, and kissed him with all the tenderness and love she could master.

“I can’t wait until we’re home so I can take you again,” he whispered when one of them—she wasn’t sure who— stopped the kiss for a gulp of air.

She nibbled his jaw. “Are you going to fuck me like I’ve been a good girl or a bad girl?”

Chuckling, he flipped her so her back pressed against the leather seat. “I’m fucking you like you’ve been my girl. My dirty girl,” he said, and she wrapped her legs around his torso as he snatched her deliciously close. “Forever,” he said, cementing that promise with one deep thrust.

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