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light eyes. "Where'd you go, baby?"
    I stiffened in his hold as the thoughts of how Allen had touched me came flooding back. He hadn't gotten me naked, only ripped the bodice of my dress a little. His hands had roamed over my body, fondling my breasts. One hand had been sliding up my calf, but hitting him had stopped that and whatever else he'd planned.
    "Sorry, I...you frightened me for a moment." I licked my lips, which had suddenly gone dry.
    He moved his head from side to side very, very slowly. "Being a little frightened is good. Makes you anticipate what might come next. But remember this, I will never hurt you." His gaze became as serious as his words. "Do you believe me?"
    "I barely know you." I looked down at him, the soft mounds of my breasts framing his face.
    "Then let me prove it to you." He grinned wickedly, as he shifted back on the bed to rain kisses down my belly, lower and lower as his large hands pushed my thighs wide. "Right now." His breath fanned over my woman's core, his fingers slipping through my curls that hid it. "I wondered the color here." He gave my hairs a little tug, and with it came a slight hint of pain.
    "Ryder, I've never--" My fingers tangled in his hair once again.
    "I know, baby, and that makes me very happy." His tongue darted out, licked at the spot that I'd played with, alone and in the cover of darkness. Right now he could see me there , see it all. The feelings I'd felt when I'd touched myself back in Minneapolis had been wonderful, luring me to do it again and again, night after night as if addicted, but this.... This was something else entirely. "I love that the first place I'm kissing you is your pussy."
    My...?
    As Ryder settled in--and that's what he did, placing his broad shoulders against my thighs keeping me wide open as he put his mouth on me in wicked, scandalous ways I'd never dreamed. His mouth! All the while, he murmured to me. So beautiful. You taste so sweet. I love seeing you spread so wide. You're almost there, aren't you? Come for me.
    I was lost, completely and totally lost. I wasn't nervous; he didn't give me another chance to feel that way. His mouth was getting me to that familiar brink so quickly, yet when he slipped a finger inside me, I went right over the edge, like hurtling off a cliff. Soaring, flying like a bird, before tumbling back to earth. I came. I didn't know that was the word for it, but it happened so hard that my inner muscles clenched down on his finger greedily. I cried out his name, my hips shifting, lifting trying to eek out every last bit of pleasure he wrought.
    He continued to lick, to work his finger within me until the last tremors left my body. Then, and only then, did he lift himself up. I couldn't move, my body felt as if it were boneless, as if I'd melted into the bed.
    Levering over me, he kissed me, his tongue prodding my mouth to open. This wasn't a simple peck on the lips, but an outright assault on my senses. His lips were demanding, his tongue plundering and taking. I had no doubt this was the way it would be with him, using me to get what he wanted, all the while giving me exactly what I needed. I might have come, but I wasn't done. I wasn't the least bit sated; he'd ensured that. I tasted myself on him, surprised by the blatant carnality of the action. It seemed there would be nothing between us. This would not be a marriage of fumbling beneath the covers.
    "See? So sweet." His hand brushed a wayward curl from my face, then skimmed over my heated flesh and back between my thighs, slipping not one, but two fingers within me. I arched up to meet him, my head pressing into the pillow. "You're so wet. Dripping."
    I blinked. "Is that...is that a good thing?"
    "Oh baby, it's your body telling me it's ready. My cock is going to slide right in." He was still dressed, his clothing was rough and abraded my sensitized skin. Pressing deeper, he worked my swollen tissues with expert precision. "I can feel it, baby. Your maidenhead. Right
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