“Right there, David. Yes. There. Please. There.”

My groans grew with each touch and my h*ps chose a rhythm, moving against his face the best they could while he pleasured me. His arms were getting a workout, because the closer I came to finishing, the weaker my legs became. Soon, he was lost in his task, the sounds of what he was doing speeding my journey along. I braced against the wall as my release flashed through my system. Lights exploded behind my eyelids and I felt light-headed. I slid down the wall and melted into a puddle in front of him. He waited patiently while I caught my breath and my limbs started to work again.

“You’re really good at that.” I pushed off the tile and moved toward him on the floor. I straddled his lap and looked down into his eyes while I reached between us, stroking him gently.

His mouth found mine and I enjoyed the way our tastes mingled together. It was intimate and honest. A real part of the experience I hadn’t thought about before it had actually happened. When I moved my h*ps against him, he groaned loudly and fought to stand up while holding me against him.

I was too busy kissing him to think about what was happening until the shower door flew open. David carried me back into the room, still covered in water and hot with need. When he laid me down on my bed I watched him with hungry eyes as he climbed over me. His mouth captured one of my ni**les and sucked it into his mouth. I groaned loudly and bucked against him. He only released my breast to move to the other, before finally trading that one for my mouth.

His tongue was hot and hungry as it explored my mouth. I held nothing back as I returned his kiss, just as hungry for him. With gentle hands he spread my legs and positioned his c**k at my entrance.

“This might hurt a little, angel,” he whispered in my ear.

As he slid in inch by thick inch I concentrated on his kiss. It was tight and my breathing was fast, but I was already loose from my orgasm in the shower. Once he was pressed all the way inside, he stilled, his breathing ragged.

I ran my hands over his back, tracing the muscles before squeezing his ass.

He groaned into my ear. “God, you feel good.”

Slowly he moved against me, barely rocking as I got used to his body. It hurt, but in a good way. And then it didn’t hurt at all. It only felt good. He kissed me slowly, keeping a steady pace until my body began to move against his. Slowly he increased his rhythm, and my breathing increased right along with my pleasure.

It didn’t take long before I was gripping his back and moving against him in eagerness. The feel of him sliding in and out, his hot breath on my shoulder, the way one hand cupped my breast was enough to send me over the edge.

“David!” My eyes slid shut as wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body. He stiffened on top of me with one thrust and he filled me with his hot orgasm.

Gently, he rolled so that I was tucked against his chest, his weight no longer pressed on top of me.

“Are you okay?” He kissed the top of my head.

“Are you kidding?” I leaned up on one elbow and raised an eyebrow. “I’m f**king fantastic right now.”

He laughed and pulled me back down to his chest. “I meant, are you sore?”

I thought about it for a minute. “A little, but not much. Different. Is that normal?”

“I think so.” He shrugged and I could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “You’re the first virgin I’ve made love to.”

“Oh.” I thought about it for a minute and then started laughing.

“What?”

“Out of all the men, I picked the one that had never been with a virgin before.” I shook my head. “Go figure.”

“I don’t think I did too bad.” He frowned.

“Actually, I think you did an excellent job.” Leaning forward I pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m glad I waited for you.”

“Was it too fast?”

“I don’t think so.” I lay back down with my head on his chest. “I know everything about you that I needed to know.”

“You can ask me anything.” His voice rumbled in my ear.

I thought about it for a minute, but there wasn’t anything I wanted to ask. There was something that I wanted to say though.

“Anything?” I bit my lip.

“Anything.”

“What if . . .” I took a deep breath, not sure how to word the question.

“What if what?” He turned so that his chin brushed the top of my head.

“What if there is something I want to say, but I’m not sure I should say it yet?” I cringed, waiting for his response. Would he know what I meant? Would he tell me to wait? Could I just tell him?

He rolled over so that I was cradled in his arm and he was hovering over me, and his eyes traced my face slowly.

“I love you, Cathy. I love every angle, every side, every part of you.”

Tears filled my eyes. “I love you too.”

TWENTY

IT WAS ALMOST unfair to compare Tabitha to Selene or Chadwick. Well, it would have been unfair if she hadn’t turned out to be a crazy, money-hungry whore.

Chadwick swooped into D’Lynsal with a bag of clothing for David, a laptop, and a bottle of brandy. It took minutes for him to talk me into looking at the photos, which I hated, but it eased some of the anxiety I felt. The pictures were intimate, with one of David’s hands on my ass, but other than that, they were pretty tame. What I hated knowing was that there were sickos out there who would get a real kick out of the images—and that they would be brought up any time there was a news story where I was concerned.