pattern on his chest. “I’ve never done anything intimate with a man in my life, except with you.”
He was incredibly pleased to hear that. His chin lifted. “I need more than a few chaste kisses,” he said softly.
She flushed, staring at the heavy rise and fall of his chest. “I’m sorry.”
He bent abruptly and lifted her, cradling her against him as he turned and walked down the hall with her.
He went through an open door, and she turned her head to find a huge king-size bed with a cream-and-chocolate quilted cover over it in a darkened room.
“Calhoun, no,” she whispered, raising her eyes to his in the dimness of the heavily curtained room.
“I won’t even undress you,” he breathed, brushing her lips with his. “We’re going to make a little love, and then I’ll take you home. There won’t be a risk. I give you my word on it.”
“But you want me,” she whispered in protest when he slid her onto the coverlet and stretched out beside her, his body so close that she could feel how aroused he was.
“Of course I want you,” he said gently, smiling as he lay poised above her, his lean hands smoothing back her long, soft hair. “But there’s no risk involved, as long as you don’t do anything to knock me off balance.”
She searched his dark face, loving every inch of it. “How could I do that?” she whispered.
“By doing anything I don’t invite,” he murmured deeply. “Don’t touch me, or move against me, or kiss me unless I tell you how.” He moved down then, drawing his open mouth lazily over her lips until he managed to get between them. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Just relax.”
He was doing the most sensuous things to her mouth. It amazed her, the sensations he aroused so effortlessly. Her breath was already coming in gasps, and she felt her body tautening as what he did to her mouth began to affect the entire length of her.
“God, you’re sweet to kiss,” he whispered into her parted lips. “Come here, Abby.”
He abruptly rolled over onto his back and turned her with him so that she was above him, looking down into his dark, dancing eyes.
“That’s better,” he murmured. “Do you feel less threatened on top?”
She colored faintly, and he laughed. Then he drew her mouth down over his and opened it, and the laughter stopped.
She felt his hands moving her, lifting her. She was beside him, then over him, and he had her hips, bringing them down completely over his.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered when he felt her tautness. “Just lie still and let me feel your body over mine.”
She felt shaky. She trembled as his tongue began to probe gently around her lips and past them, teasing its way into the sweet darkness of her mouth.
She caught her breath, and he heard it. His dark eyes opened, looking up at her.
“They call it a soul kiss,” he said softly. “It’s intimate and wildly arousing and very, very suggestive. Let me kiss you that way.”
She felt her legs tremble where they touched his. “You…you’re already wildly aroused,” she whispered unsteadily.
“I’m going to make you that way, too,” he murmured. He turned her slowly so that she was on her back. His long, powerful leg insinuated itself between hers.
She stiffened as she felt his big, muscular body spread over hers, pushing her down into the mattress. His masculinity was blatant now. The intimacy was shocking, and the sensations it caused were a little frightening.
He saw her fear, and his hands slid into her hair, caressing as he let his weight down on her slender body, his elbows catching a little of it as he moved.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. “Lie very still for me, Abby. I want to show you what passion is.”
“I already know…oh!” She clenched her teeth. Her nails bit into the fine fabric of his jacket, and her eyes widened in shock when he moved against her. She felt him in a way that turned her face blood red with embarrassed knowledge, and a tiny cry forced its way out of her throat.
His mouth covered hers. His tongue teased, probed, withdrew, probed again and began a taunting invasion that was every bit as intimate as his huge, softly moving body on hers. She moaned. She grasped him. She bit at his firm, chiseled lower lip. Her tongue shyly grasped him. She bit at his firm, chiseled lower lip. Her tongue shyly encountered his and began to fence with it. She began to shudder, and so did he, and just when she was going under for the third time he slid away from her and gathered her against his side, holding her cheek to his shoulder while the trembling grew.
“Calhoun.” Her voice broke.
“It’s all right,” he whispered. “I’ll make it bearable.”
His big hands found her jacket and eased it off. He unfastened the sweater where it buttoned over one shoulder, and levered it up lazily, unfastening the hooks of her lacy bra and tugging the whole of her upper covering over her head and moved it aside.
She started to cover herself, but his mouth was suddenly on her breasts, and what he did to them was too sweet, too addictive to protest.
She gave in, arching toward his mouth, drowning in his ardor. He knew exactly what to do, how to arouse her to a fever pitch. She let him, welcomed him, her body fluid in his hands, her voice softly inciting him.
He sat up for just a minute, long enough to strip off his jacket and shirt. Then he was poised over her, vibrantly male with his hair-roughened chest bare and muscular, his eyes glittering with desire as they caressed her own bareness.
“I can’t stop you,” she whispered shakily, tears stinging her eyes as she watched him come to her. “I don’t want to stop you.”
“I want to hold you like this,” he whispered, levering his chest over her bare, aroused breasts, rubbing softly against her body. “Isn’t it sweet, Abby? Skin against skin. Breast to breast in the darkness, mouth to aching mouth…Kiss me, sweetheart. Open your mouth and kiss me until you can’t bear the wanting any longer.”
She did. Her arms held him, trembling, her body welcomed the crush of his. The mattress moved under them and the air washed over her body while his mouth fed on hers, seduced hers, intimate and ardent and tender.
His mouth lifted seconds later, and he looked into her eyes in the faint light from the hall. “I don’t think I can stop,” he whispered, his voice oddly husky.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she moaned. “Oh, Calhoun, please, please…please!”
His mouth slid down to her breast, taking it inside. His hand went to the fastening of her skirt and loosened it. His lean fingers slid onto the soft skin of her belly, pressing there, savoring the soft skin.
“The…risk,” she whispered shakily.
“Of a child?” he murmured against her breasts. He nuzzled her soft skin with his cheek, his eyes closed, the scent of
