Part 27 (1/2)

The bathroom door opened. Genny flipped off the bathroom light and walked into her bedroom. Her beauty took his breath away. Her jet black hair hung loosely down to her waist. The silhouette of her slender curves showed plainly through her floor-length gown when she moved toward him in the candlelight.

”Please, come in,” she said, her voice low and soft.

He took several steps beyond the threshold, then paused, unable to take his eyes off Genny. Every masculine urge within him wanted to lay claim to her. Now.

But he couldn't rush things. Not with this woman. There would be only one first time for them. He wanted to make it memorable.

”I don't have any champagne in the house,” she said. ”All I have is some apple cider.”

”We don't need champagne.” He glanced around the room, before focusing on her. ”We have everything we need.”

”If I have you, I have everything.” She glided toward him, like an angel in a woman's body.

”Genny, honey...G.o.d, I don't know what to say.”

”Words aren't necessary, are they? We don't need words to communicate. Our hearts can speak for us.”

And his body could speak for him. It could tell her how much he wanted her, how desperately he needed her.

When he held out his hand, she came to him. He eased his fingers beneath her hair and clasped the back of her neck. She tilted her chin and looked up at him. And that one look was his undoing. She was right-they didn't need words. Everything she felt was there in her eyes. All the love and longing.

”Genny.” Her name reverberated in the hushed stillness of the room.

Her mouth parted on a gentle sigh.

He urged her face upward as he lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her. And in that one moment he knew his life would never be the same again.

Genny surrendered to the kiss, giving herself to him now, without reservation. Her body leaned into his. Oh, the feelings that washed over her. The ache between her legs. The heaviness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The pulsating desire that spiraled through her.

Her fingers inched up his arms to his shoulders, then tightened fiercely, clamping down on his hard muscles. When she stood on tiptoe, trying to get closer to him, Dallas slid his hands down her back, cupped her b.u.t.tocks and lifted her off the floor. And all the while he kept kissing her.

She could smell his heat. His hot masculine scent aroused her unbearably. The throbbing between her legs intensified. Moisture gathered inside her, preparing her body for mating.

Dallas ended the kiss, then swept her up into his arms and carried her across the room. He laid her on the bed; then hovering over her, bracing his knees on either side of her hips, he began undoing the row of small pearl b.u.t.tons that ran the length of her gown. Each time he slipped a pearl through a b.u.t.tonhole and exposed another tiny bit of flesh, he lingered over the newly visible area. Caressing, kissing, licking. Inch by slow torturous inch, he opened her gown. By the time he reached her navel, she was writhing and whimpering, the pa.s.sion within her winding tighter and tighter.

When he reached the last b.u.t.ton, he spread the gown apart and looked at her. She felt his gaze burning into her, branding her.

He kissed each breast, then laved the nipple of one before moving to the other. Her hips lifted off the bed, her body seeking closer contact with his. He sucked greedily at one breast. His fingers plucked and pinched at the other.

While he licked a trail from her collarbone to her navel, his right hand slipped between her thighs, parting them. His fingers skimmed over her mound, dipped between her pubic lips and then thrust up inside her.

She felt his whole body tense. He realized she was ready for him. He lifted himself off the bed, removed his jeans, then pulled a condom from a pocket before tossing his pants on the floor. Genny watched in fascination as he worked the condom up and over his large, erect p.e.n.i.s.

Then he did the unexpected. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, lifted and separated her legs to rest on his shoulders and covered her with his mouth. She cried out when he sucked, then licked. The tension inside her intensified as his tongue rubbed and pushed and stroked, bringing her to the very brink several times before he withdrew and kissed the inside of each thigh. When she thought she would go mad unless he gave her the relief her body craved, he increased the pressure and the pace.

Tighter. Tighter.

Explosion.

She sprang loose, her o.r.g.a.s.m splintering through her, shaking her from head to toe. Just as the last trembling spasm hit her, Dallas shoved her up into the bed, came down over her, lifted her hips and rammed into her.

When he ripped away her virginity, the pain sliced through her like a dull knife. He froze the minute he realized what he'd done.

”My G.o.d, Genny, why didn't you tell me?”

She reached up, put her arms around his neck and drew his face to hers. She kissed him, then slowly began moving her hips, taking him deeper into her body.

”Are you sure?” he asked. ”If it hurts too much-”

She silenced him with another kiss, while her body moved to an undulating rhythm, encouraging him to continue.

”Genny...Genny...”

Smothering her with kisses, he eased deeper and deeper inside her, until he was buried to the hilt. He stilled his movements, then carefully withdrew. He lunged again. Slowly. Gently. Ever so gradually he increased the tempo. And when she sighed with pleasure, he stopped holding back and began pumping into her harder and faster.

She couldn't believe she was going to come again, but she was. She did. And seconds after she cried out with release, Dallas gasped. He climaxed. His big body s.h.i.+vered. He moaned, then collapsed on top of her.

Dallas awoke with a hard-on. He felt Genny's slender arms and legs wrapped around him beneath the waist-high covers, and her head rested on his chest. He tenderly cradled the back of her head with his hand. Lying here in his arms, totally trusting, completely abandoned, Genevieve Madoc was the living, breathing embodiment of his male fantasies. A virgin who'd never been with another man. An innocent who'd responded to him pa.s.sionately, eager to please him, willing to do anything he asked. A lover who came to life every time he touched her, climaxing twice, despite being a novice.

He noticed that the candles were still glowing and the fire still burned brightly. It had been only a couple of hours since they'd fallen asleep after the first loving, but he already wanted her again.

He kissed her forehead. She stirred, but didn't awaken. He ran his hand over her back and down her hip, then cupped one rounded b.u.t.tock. She moved against him...silkily, sensually...like a spoiled, little cat wanting attention; and when he heard her purr, he knew she was awake.

”How sore are you?” he asked quietly.

She lifted her head from his chest, slid up his body and kissed his neck. ”Not very sore.”

He caressed her belly in a circular motion, then plunged his hand between her thighs. She tightened around him, trapping his inquisitive fingers.

”I want you again,” he told her.

She kicked the covers to the foot of the bed, then crawled on top of him, aligning her body perfectly for a quick, smooth joining. Gripping her waist, he lifted her just enough to settle her over his erection. Only after he was deep inside her did he remember he'd taken her raw, without any protection. But when he started to withdraw, she clung to him.

”No, not this time,” she murmured. ”This time I want all of you. Everything.”

”But Genny...”

”You want this, too. I know you do.”

She was right. He did want it like this. No barriers between them. Only with Genny would he throw caution to the wind; because only with Genny did the consequences seem unimportant.

She rode him as if she'd sat astride him a hundred times. They moved together in perfect unison. They kissed. They caressed. She sighed and cried. He groaned and whispered earthy, erotic words that seemed to ignite a fire inside her.

As pa.s.sion built inside them, their movements became wilder. They tumbled about on the bed, reversing dominate positions several times before they rolled off the bed and onto the floor in front of the fireplace. Dallas lifted her from the large oval rug and placed her on top of him again. She sat there, her head tossed back, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s begging for his lips, and suddenly he knew what she'd meant when she'd said she wanted all of him. Everything.

He could feel what Genny was feeling, could hear what she was thinking, could sense his own body through her. Whatever the h.e.l.l was happening to him, it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He couldn't explain it, but somewhere in his dazed mind he knew that Genny had made a connection to him. But not just telepathically. This was more.