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This beforetime, the foreplay, was exquisite. They’d had weeks of it. And she was so hungry she was shaking with it.
“You owe me one more. Take off your shirt,” she told him and couldn’t believe her luck when he revealed pecs that were so clearly defined she had to touch them to make sure they were real.
So she did. Reaching out, she buried her fingers in the hair on his chest, teasing his nipples, squeezing muscles that had been built through years of hard work.
She was hot and wet and ready to take him inside her. Except then…it would be over.
“Condoms.” She barely got the word out, thinking of the ones she’d stashed in her bedside table weeks ago, in preparation for his visits.
“I have a couple in my wallet.” He didn’t move. As though he knew she didn’t want to end the sweet torment. Like he agreed with her.
Still focused on his chest, she was shocked when the tip of his penis pressed against her pelvis. And again. Knocking. Seeking entrance.
“I…” She licked her lips. They hadn’t even kissed. And all she wanted was his penis inside her. For now. Forever.
She wanted the world to end. Right then and there.
While the moment was still perfect.
* * *
GRANT THOUGHT ABOUT WAITING. The first time shouldn’t be rushed. Not when they would remember it for the rest of their lives.
Not when they had the rest of their lives…
He pushed harder against her. Sliding himself between her legs. In and out, rubbing his penis against her inner thighs. Lynn’s knees gave out and he caught her, lying her down on the floor and settling himself on top of her.
“The condom,” she choked, opening her legs to let him between them.
“I was thinking, let’s not use one,” he told her. “I’m thirty-eight years old. I don’t want to wait much longer to be a father.”
Had he just said that? Really?
His penis urged him on. Eyes wide, Lynn stared at him, but she didn’t push him off her. Or tell him to protect himself. He didn’t take back his words, either.
He pushed the head of his penis just inside her opening. “Will you marry me?” he asked.
Arching up, Lynn took him inside her.
“Yes,” she said, and within seconds she was pulsing around him.
Awash in sensation, he lost himself inside her. Moving on instinct and emotion and crying out in a voice he didn’t recognize as he finally emptied himself inside of her.
He’d had a lot of sex.
But he’d never made love before.
* * *
LYNN WAS UP so fast she was still breathing hard after she’d gotten fully dressed. She picked up the wineglass and the bottle, disposed of one and washed the other. She wiped the counter and looked out the window into the backyard, thinking that she should pick the weed she could see growing out there. She rushed around so fast she made herself dizzy and still kept moving.
Grant reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face brown eyes that were filled with so many emotions she started to cry.
“Are you sorry?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Would he understand if she told him she was? But told him why she was?
“You aren’t obligated to marry me, Lynn.” His deadpan voice was a giveaway. She’d hurt him.
It was the last thing she’d wanted to do.
“Well, you’re obligated to marry me,” she said, trying to maintain control, to mask her fear. Just like always.
But this wasn’t always. And she wasn’t the old Lynn anymore.
“I’m… It was incredible, Grant,” she whispered, tears in her eyes again.
With a tender finger, he brushed back a few stray hairs that had come loose from her ponytail, and used his thumbs to wipe the corners of her eyes. “Then why these?”
“Because…”
She was going to tell him. And choked.
Her strength was in him. And in herself, too. Her strength was in trusting herself to handle whatever came her way.
“Brandon… I…”
He looked confused. “What? You think he won’t want Kara to have a stepfather? You don’t want to disappoint him? What?”
“No! Brandon will be thrilled. He feels so guilty and…it doesn’t matter. No matter how Brandon felt, it wouldn’t affect my choices where you’re concerned. It’s just…I’m so afraid….” The words tumbled over themselves.
