“Vixen,” he scolded with a laugh. The head of his cock slid into the notch between her legs and she squirmed with mingled anticipation and excitement.
“Josiah!” she squeaked, mainly to distract herself.
He pressed forward. She was tense, but her flesh yielded with only the slightest resistance.
“No,” he growled. “Try again.”
He slid a little deeper. There was pressure, a strange new sensation of fullness, but no pain. Still, she waited for him to pull back in shock and angry confusion and call her a cheat, a liar. But he merely rocked his hips again, and she almost cried with relief when she felt nothing but pleasure.
“John?” It was hard to keep the delight out of her voice.Daisy had been right! Her secret was safe!
He pulled out then pushed forward again, the most delicious punishment imaginable. “Again.”
“Jeremy.”
“No.” He slid fully into her and groaned deep in his throat. Pleasure shimmered along her veins as she absorbed the astonishing sensation.
“I’m fairly sure your name is Joseph,” she panted.
He nipped her earlobe lightly with his teeth and she shivered. Every new slide of his body provided the perfect combination of friction, and she lifted her hips, trying to magnify the thrumming, throbbing ache that was growing inside her.
“Scarlet,” he growled, a clear warning. “Say it.”
It was becoming harder and harder to think of names beginning withJ, but Tess was ludicrously lighthearted.
“Jonah?”
He threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her,hard, his tongue probing her mouth in the same wicked rhythm as he pumped his hips. Tess closed her eyes and captured his head in return, pulling him into her, drowning in pleasure.
Here was the passion she’d expected, this heat-slicked frenzy of delirium.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Who’s your husband, Scarlet? Say my name.”
“Tess,” she gasped stubbornly. She was almost there, almost at the highest peak, but she was determined not to cave. “It’s Tess. Not Scarlet.”
Each thrust touched a spot inside her that drew her tighter, higher.
“Say it,” he demanded. An order, a curse.
So close. So close she could barely think.
“Please,” he groaned.
She hurtled over the edge. Her muscles contracted as pleasure pounded through her, pulse after pulse, beating against the inside of her skin like a million butterfly wings, and she gave him what he’d asked for.
“Justin!”
Her climax seemed to trigger his own. His body tensed as rhythmic shudders racked his frame and he made a muffled sound of pleasure against her neck.
His weight seemed to increase as he fully relaxed, pressing her deeper into the bed, and she was struck by an odd wave of affection at his vulnerability. She doubted he let his guard down very often.
She stared up at the ceiling in mingled wonder and relief.A virgin no more!And he hadn’t seemed to notice.Thank God.
He was still pressed inside her, but when she lifted her hand and stroked his shoulder he seemed to come back to his senses.
“God, that was perfect.”
He pulled away and rolled to the side, and she winced at the unfamiliar soreness between her legs, and the wetness.
