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When he was fully inside, he stopped. Let her get used to the sensation of him inside her.
Even if it nearly killed him not to move.
“Thank you.”
Her whispered words swept over him. Prompted by a rising tide of emotion, he leaned down, kissed her. The kiss was gentle, warm, affectionate. A chance to savor the moment, the monumental change that had just occurred.
She wiggled. He groaned.
“Don’t do that unless you’re ready.”
She arched a brow as the corners of her lips tilted up. “Do what?” She moved again. Her eyes widened. “I can feel you getting bigger.”
“That tends to happen when a man is aroused.”
She slid her hands up his back.
“Show me what happens next.”
He pulled out, reveled in the shocked wonder in her eyes as he slid back in. He started slow, long strokes that drew out the sensation, gave him the chance to notice things he’d never paid attention to with previous lovers. The flush that spread up from her breasts to her neck, the hitch in her breathing when he sank himself to the hilt.
Their pace quickened. She started to meet his thrusts, her fingernails scraping across his skin as she moved beneath him.
“Griffith. Oh, God, Griffith, I can’t...”
“Don’t hold back, Rosalind.” He kissed her. God, he couldn’t stop kissing her. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
Pressure built. He couldn’t have stopped it if he had tried.
“Then give it all to me. Everything.”
She surrendered, her body clamping down on him like a vise as she came apart in his arms, his name uttered over and over. He found his own release a moment later, shuddering as an intense pleasure wracked his body.
He eased himself down onto her body. Enjoyed the comforting feel of her beneath him, her fingers gliding slowly up and down his back.
For the first time that he could remember, he wanted to stay.
Which was why, after letting himself have just a moment longer, he rolled off and got up.
“Griffith?”
He looked back and inwardly cursed. She lay on her back, her slender body looking even smaller in the vastness of the bed where he had just taken her innocence. Taken an incredible gift, used it and was now abandoning it.
Because he was scared. Frightened of what she stirred in him. What she made him want. He had thought the simple temptation of her was dangerous enough.
But these unexpected bouts of tenderness, of romance, were even more perilous. He needed safety, not risk. Isolation, not emotion.
Except that meant focusing only on what he wanted and needed right now.
Classic Griffith.
“I’ll be right back.”
He went to the bathroom, ran a hand towel under warm water. When he came back, Rosalind frowned, then glanced down at her legs. A blush burned in her cheeks.
“Um... I can do that—”
