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Seeming to understand, Grant rolled her to her back and then he once again reached between her legs. Wren wasn’t sure what he did until his finger circled the special place. She arched and curled her fingers around the blankets.

When he stroked her one more time, all her strength left, and she grabbed the bedding harder, fearing what would happen. He trailed his mouth next to her ear. The flicks of his tongue and the heat of his mouth were more than she could take, and several seconds later she crested with so much force, that stars formed behind her lids.

“Grant!”

“Can you hear me?” The urgency in Grant’s voice made Wren open her eyes.

“Why do you ask?” she murmured, blinking up at him as he slowly came into view.

“I think you fainted.” Grant kissed her lightly. “How do you feel?”

Wren inhaled deeply, lips curving. “I feel as if I will never be the same again. If I had known how wonderful marital relations were, I would have married years ago.”

“It is a good thing you did not then.” Grant grinned proudly. “It is only when two people feel so strongly about one another that making love becomes so much richer.”

Wren touched the tip of his nose with her finger. “It will be hard each day to wait until bedtime.”

At this Grant chuckled. “You may wish to wait a day before we join again. You may be a bit tender. But once your body adjusts, my love, we don’t have to wait until bedtime. We can make love as often as I can make it happen.” He kissed her. “I believe that will be several times a day. Or more. And there are other ways we can pleasure one another. But I’ll share those with you on another day. After all, we have the rest of our lives.”

Despite fighting it, the yawns won, and she admitted to herself to be tired from the long day.

“In the morning, we have much to discuss.”

Grant nodded. “Until then, rest, my love.” He brought her closer, his arms possessive around her. Within minutes, her new handsome husband was fast asleep.

But sleep didn’t come easily for Wren. She was in a strange room and in bed with a very naked, handsome man. How could she keep from touching him? Tentatively, she ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of taut skin over the hard planes. Letting out a long sigh, she snuggled closer, wondering what exactly the other ways of intimacy entailed.