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She giggled. “I suspect not.”

His palms splayed over her inner thighs as he parted her
legs. Ginger’s stomach fluttered and her pulse raced. One of his hands reached
for hers and he positioned her fingers on her labia, spreading her lips as the
tip of his cock nudged her opening.

He knelt on the mattress and hooked his strong forearms
under the backs of her knees, keeping her legs in a wide vee.

“Slow and easy,” he murmured as her hips lifted slightly in
silent demand for more.

“You’re not going to hurt me. I’m so wet for you, you’ll
probably slide right in.”

His jaw clenched. “Wet’s good, but you’re so tight. And yes,
this will hurt at first. Just don’t rush it. Take your time getting used to
me.”

That hot and restless feeling he so easily evoked returned
full force. She desperately wanted to feel him deep within her. Filling and
stretching her. Making love to her without all this restraint and hesitation.

“Ryan,” she urged. “I’m okay.”

Her excitement escalated as the head of his cock pressed in,
just barely penetrating her pussy. She let out a sharp gasp at the raw pain
that shot through her. Ginger’s body tensed and she reached for Ryan, clasping
his shoulders as she rode out the searing sensation.

With a tormented look on his face, he said in a strained
voice, “Maybe this really is a mistake.”

He began to pull out of her, but Ginger’s grip on him
tightened. “Don’t you dare go anywhere.”

The pain subsided and she lifted her hips again. She tugged
on his shoulders, trying to get him closer to her and certainly hoping to
persuade him to resume what he’d started.

“Come here,” she coaxed.

Ryan shook his head. “Relax your muscles. You’re squeezing
my cock, and though it feels damn good, I need a little more room.”

Ginger released his shoulders and settled back against the
pillows, doing as he instructed. “Better?”

He let out a strangled sound. “It’s like parking a truck in
a garage designed for a Smart Car.”

She laughed as she swatted at him. “Stop poking fun at my
size.”

“I’m not—I’m just saying. It’s damn snug in here.”

Regardless, he eased farther into her. All playfulness fled
Ginger as a new wave of erotic sensations washed over her. She gasped again,
although this time it was clearly one of sheer enjoyment.

“Oh that
is
much better,” she said in a lusty voice
as he carefully pulled almost out of her and then slid deep into her pussy.
“That’s just…too wonderful for words.”

His thick shaft stroked her inner walls as they stretched
around him. He filled her completely, and it was such a delicious feeling, she
couldn’t help it when her muscles contracted around him again.

Ryan grunted. “Hey, what are you trying to do to me?”

She smiled. “Make you feel as good as you’re making me
feel.”

Desire flashed in his blue irises as he said, “Sweetheart,
this is all kinds of wicked for me.”

He released her legs and planted his palms on either side of
her head. He hovered over her, but moved a little faster inside her, making her
breath catch.

“You are so wet and warm,” he told her. “So tight.”

Her hips rocked as she picked up his rhythm. She wrapped her
arms around his neck and tried once again to get him closer to her. But he
shook his head.

“I don’t want to crush you.”

“You’re not going to,” she insisted. “I want to feel your
weight on me. I want to feel your skin on mine. I want to feel
all
of
you.”

He shifted so he was on his forearms, which helped to get
her what she wanted, to an extent. Ryan still feared hurting her, obviously.
But his partial concession made it easier for her to touch him. She ran her
hands over his broad shoulders and then down his chest and over his abs. Her
palms slipped around to his back and she held him as he thrust into her, making
her moan.

“This is so amazing,” she murmured.

He steadied himself with one forearm so he could use his
free hand to grip the back of her thigh and sling it over his hip. Then he
cupped her ass cheek and pressed her firmly to him as he quickened their pace,
his hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy with just the tiniest bit of
friction. Her insides sizzled and her heart thundered.

Ryan’s lips grazed her throat, his tongue teasing her skin,
his teeth gently nipping. Everything he did to her drove her wild. She arched
her back and her breasts conformed to the spot below the hard ledge of his
pecs. A firestorm roared through her body, making her ridiculously hot.

His mouth on her skin, his hand on her ass and his cock
inside her felt so heavenly, it pushed her right to the edge. As he kneaded the
cheek in his large palm and drove deep into her, all the intense, fiery
sensations he’d ignited suddenly erupted, taking her by surprise as they
consumed her. Ginger let out a cry of ecstasy. Her body bowed farther and her
pussy clenched the thick shaft stroking her inner depths.

“Ryan,” she said on a ragged breath. Her hips bucked and her
fingertips pressed into his lower back. “Oh God.”

Her entire being seemed to go up in flames. Her skin tingled
and her cunt throbbed. Her chest rose and fell quickly against his as she
sucked in air.

Ryan’s lips skated over her jaw and to her ear. He
whispered, “Now for something different…”

He flopped onto his back, bringing her with him. She
straddled his hips as his hands clasped her waist and he guided her down until
he was buried inside her. Ginger’s palms rested on his chest as he led her into
another sensuous rhythm that was slow and sexy. Her hips undulated in time with
his and he hit all the right spots again.

“You’re right,” she said, “this feels totally different. But
still so good. It’s like…I can feel more of you inside me. All of you.”

She loved the fullness between her legs. The intimacy of
being joined with him. The heat they generated.

Ryan’s hands left her waist and eased up to her breasts. He
massaged them and swept his thumbs over her hard nipples, exciting her even
more.

He seemed equally enthralled. His gaze locked with hers and
myriad emotions she’d seen earlier in his eyes returned. He swallowed hard,
then said, “You really are so beautiful, sweetheart. My kind of angel.”

Suddenly, he sat up. A startled sound fell from Ginger’s
lips, but she quickly adjusted to the new position as Ryan’s fingers circled
her calves and he pulled her legs from beneath her, one at a time, so that she
was sitting in his lap with her legs loosely wrapped him.

“
Oh
.” She moaned again. “Good Lord, Ryan.” He felt
huge inside her. It took a few seconds for her to adjust to him. But she
enjoyed every moment.

“Is this okay for you?” he asked.

“It’s perfect,” she assured him. “I like how you feel and
how close you are to me.” She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Then she said, “You don’t have to worry about crushing me and I get to kiss you
and touch you.”

He groaned. “You have no idea the things you do to me.” His
mouth was on her neck again, and she reveled in the softness of his lips and
the slight pressure from the tip of his tongue.

His hands roamed her body. Up her sides, around to her back,
down to her ass. All the while, he rocked gently as she clenched and released
his cock.

“I am so hot for you,” he told her. “It’s not easy keeping
it together when I’m inside you.”

“Stay as long as you want,” she said. Her head fell back on
her shoulders, giving him better access to her throat.

One of his hands stayed on her ass as he held her in a
semi-embrace, as the other swept up to her breast and he caressed it before
dipping his head and sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Ginger’s soft whimpers mingled with the muted trumpets and
sexy saxophones coming from the iPod dock. Her body moved easily with Ryan’s
and a maelstrom of emotions whirled in her stomach.

This really was perfection, she thought. Such an intimate
position and such intense sensations—all accompanied by Ryan’s hunky body
pressed to hers and his mouth on her sensitive flesh. His cock steadily thrust
into her as they rocked together, causing the tension to mount within her
again.

She whispered, “I want you to come with me.”

“I’m close,” he murmured against her breast. “God, you make
me so hard. So in need of you.”

She wove her fingers through his hair as the other hand
clutched his shoulder. “I want you to feel as good as I do.”

“Ginger, sweetheart,” he said as he lifted his head and
stared into her eyes. “Nothing has ever felt better.”

He kissed her tenderly, and it was her undoing. Her pussy
contracted around his cock as she tore her mouth from his. A throaty moaned
echoed in the room, followed by a heartier, “Ryan!” as she came.

“Oh yeah,” he said on a jagged breath. “Squeeze me tight.
Just like that.”

He rocked them faster, and thrust harder. Seconds later, she
felt the tremors in his body. Then his cock surged and pulsed deep within her
as he called out her name. And came inside her while she held him tight.

Though it was an explosive sensation, something more
definitive occurred…

Ryan worked Ginger’s legs into a kneeling position and then
he fell back against the pile of pillows, hauling her down on top of him. His
chest heaved with his labored breathing and his cock throbbed from the powerful
release.

His fingers threaded through her hair and he swept strands
off her neck and shoulders. He draped an arm across her back as she nuzzled
against him, her lips grazing his throat.

“Jesus, that was something else,” he said as the pads of his
fingers drew abstract patterns on her skin.

She was quiet as she remained tucked against his body.

“Ginger?”

A sweet sound met his ears, akin to a soft purr.

He grinned. “I left you speechless?”

“Mm-hmm.”

His arm tightened around her. “At least nod to let me know you’re
okay.”

She did. Then she suddenly sat up, breaking his embrace.
Flattening her palms on his rib cage, she said, “That was simply too fantastic
to even begin to describe. Except…” Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip,
worrying Ryan.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she was quick to reassure him. “I just
felt… I don’t know…” She shook her head as her lips twisted in contemplation.
Then she stared down at him and said, “It was almost like…a click. Inside me.”

Ryan’s grin returned. He sat up and wrapped his arms around
her waist. “Ginger Monroe,” he said in a teasing voice, “did you just fall in
love with me?”

Her giggle was girlish and innocent, and absolutely
adorable.

“Your ego is clearly overinflated without any help from me.”
Her arms snaked around his neck and she kissed him. Then she whispered against
his lips, “Yes, I think I did.”

“Well, damn,” he said, hearing the thrill in his voice.
“Doesn’t that just make me the luckiest son-of-a-gun?”

She laughed again. He recalled her saying he made her feel
breathless and weightless, and that pleased him, because making her laugh and
stealing her breath had him feeling pretty light and airy himself.

Ginger suggested, “Why don’t we
not
say anything in
an official capacity prematurely?”

He got her drift. He’d told her earlier he’d taken one look
at her and had deemed her a woman he could fall in love with—and he’d meant it.
He felt it still. More strongly than he’d ever imagined. And yes, he’d fallen a
bit in love with her tonight too. But she had a point about not loosely
throwing out the “L” word.

“This is moving quickly,” he said. “I get where you’re
coming from. But I will tell you, you’re not rowin’ in this boat alone.”

She smiled at him and it melted his heart. “Thank for you
saying that. It’s good to know.”

He eased back down onto the mattress and she slowly lifted
off his lap and scooted off the bed. As she disappeared into the bathroom, he
thought he truly was one seriously lucky man.

She returned to bed and he used her restroom, then slipped
between the sheets next to her. There’d been just a hint of blood on the condom
he’d used, and that put his mind at ease, knowing it hadn’t been too painful or
messy for her.

Though he did tell her, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re
sore tomorrow.”

“There you go with that ego again,” she mocked. “Thinking
you’re so huge I won’t be able to walk for a week.” He eyed her with a lifted
brow and she laughed. “Okay, yes. You
are
huge. And it’s true, I
probably won’t be able to walk for a week. My inner thighs already feel like
I’ve worked them out a bit too strenuously. But it’s a good kind of burn.”

He wasn’t particularly thrilled to hear that.

Catching his apparent scowl, she said, “Would you stop? I
thoroughly enjoyed the workout.” She wagged her brows at him and asked, “How
long before you’re ready to give it a go again?”

His tension ebbed. “You really are a dynamo.”

Her body cradled against his, her head resting on his chest
as he draped an arm over her shoulders. While her fingertips grazed his abs, making
his muscles bunch, she said, “I can’t imagine why couples would ever leave the
bedroom.”

Ryan liked her enthusiasm. “Not every couple has the kind of
chemistry we do.”

“I guess you’re right. I mean, I can’t imagine Jonathan and
Lydia even having sex.”

“Well, they did, of course. When they first got married.
They really wanted children. But after three years, nothing happened and…she
kicked him out of her bedroom.”

“What?” Ginger’s head lifted from his chest as she glared at
him. “Are you kidding me? I thought that was one of the best things about
marriage. Doing what we just did and then cuddling under the covers together.
Who would pass this up?”