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He reached out and angled her chin with one hand while the other moved to the back of her head, urging her forward.

Then his mouth descended on hers, invading with a possessive claim she found thrilling.

His kiss was slow and sensual, his lips brushing back and forth over hers, coaxing them to open for him.

Her hands slid up his hard chest, curving over his shoulders and around his neck. He lifted his mouth a fraction from hers and in a voice thick with desire asked, “Are you still frightened?”

For her answer Meredith kissed him back with all the love and desperation in her heart.

Her tongue traced the shape of his mouth, then gently sucked on his lower lip.

His response was overwhelming. His mouth became insistent and hungry: his hands wandered possessively over her back and the sides of her breasts.

Meredith shuddered as her body began to respond, began to come alive. For him. She spread her hand over the solid wall of his chest, sliding her fingers through the short, golden matting of hair. His skin felt hot, his nipples hard and tight as she lightly grazed them with her palm.

But it was his kisses that tantalized her so completely. The way he tasted drove her wild. Meredith stretched her neck willingly, offering herself to him. Trevor eagerly complied, pressing sweet wet kisses to her jaw and throat and behind her ear.

Meredith’s hand raised and smoothed through his hair. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and upper chest, could feel the heat pouring from his hard body. A shiver coursed through her. She leaned into his strength, savoring his warmth and the excitement it brought to her entire essence.

He shifted, pulling her closer to him. One of his hands slipped down her neck and shoulder, sliding along her side and over her breast. Meredith arched herself encouragingly toward him, eager to leap beyond the languid pace Trevor had set for their lovemaking.

His palms were hot against her cloth-covered skin as they stroked her breasts.

She craved his touch with a fierce longing, an almost desperate need.

Meredith thrust her chest forward, and her silent pleas did not go unnoticed.

Trevor brushed his thumbs over her nipples, teasing those sensitive points until they hardened into tight buds.

Meredith’s eyes closed, and a sound emerged from her throat. She fidgeted against the mattress, anticipation building deep within her body. At last Trevor’s hands traveled beneath her nightgown and she lifted herself up, encouraging his explorations.

He grasped a bare nipple between his thumb and index finger and applied exactly the degree of pressure she craved. Meredith tipped her head back and inhaled deeply, allowing herself to experience the sexual need.

She tightened her grip around his shoulders and tilted her head for a kiss. Meredith’s tongue tangled with Trevor’s in a torrid dance, thrusting back and forth in a mating ritual as old as time.

Suddenly Trevor broke the kiss, bent his head, and took one of her nipples in his mouth.

Meredith nearly screamed. She shivered with pleasure and shook violently as the tension coiled down through her body, settling between her thighs.

She felt the dampness, the surge of fluid that would make her body ready to receive him.

He moved his mouth to her other breast, and she clutched his head, curling her fingers through his hair as he laved that sensitive peak to hardness. It was a peculiar, almost frightening sensation, for it fed a hunger for something even greater.

Trevor’s hand slid down her lower body. He pulled her nightgown up to her waist, baring her, then tenderly stroked her hips, flanks, and upper thighs.

Next his questing fingers feathered lightly across her stomach, making the muscles jump in eager anticipation.

Meredith gasped loudly when he cupped her moist womanhood with his palm, tangling his fingers in the springy curls between her thighs.

He stroked her softly, intimately, until she became damp and swollen, circling that one special spot that made her entire body shudder.

“Lord, you are so beautiful,” he murmured. “And so ready. But first, first I must have a taste.”

He bent his head and kissed his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue in her navel, flicking the tip teasingly along the sensitive flesh of her lower abdomen. Her stomach muscles clenched with each wet kiss, yet Meredith was blissfully unaware of the final destination.

His lips nuzzled the hair that guarded her womanly secrets. His breath made her squirm shamelessly. Then he gripped her hips in the palms of his hands and set his mouth to her softness, in the most intimate of kisses.

This time Meredith did scream. Her body jolted in shock, arching and twisting, trying to escape that invading tongue, but Trevor held her down, his hand splayed across her stomach.

His tongue was darting inside her, lapping at the soft folds, laving her gently with quickening strokes until she thought she might go mad from the pleasure. Heat flooded Meredith’s every pore as the sharp sensations dipped and climbed.

She struggled to breathe, struggled to ease her acute embarrassment. It was almost too intimate, too personal an act. Yet while her mind might be shocked and resistant to this, her body was enthusiastic at the notion of experiencing this newly discovered sensual delight.

Within the deep recesses of her heart, she longed for any and all intimacies with this man she loved so dearly, so completely. That love had brought her here, to the point where she trusted him enough to allow him to take any liberty with her body.

There was no time for further contemplation, for the delicious sensations chased every logical thought from her mind. Meredith closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the pillows, let herself feel the shivering thrill of each stroke of that magical tongue.

Trevor’s shoulders wedged her thighs even farther apart, and he glided his hands beneath her buttocks to hold her in place.

The tension coursed through Meredith as the needs of her body became so strong they nearly overpowered her.

The frantic, maddening drive to completion gripped her firmly, and then suddenly Meredith felt it begin to break.

She cried out on a sob of ecstasy as she blindly surged against his mouth, her body blazing with heat, her senses exploding.

Meredith was still drifting on a cloud of untold pleasure, her body feeling boneless and sated, when he reached out and began stroking her nipple. The tension started anew, as if she had never achieved release.

“How do you do that?” she asked in amazement.

His answering grin nearly broke her heart. It was boyish and proud and outlandishly sexy. “ ’Tis easy with you, dearest. You were made for this, made for me. Only me.”

Meredith let out a shuddering breath as his hands skimmed again over her breasts. “I need to be inside you now,” he said hoarsely. “But first this must go.”

In a flash he removed her nightgown, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion.

She gazed at his beloved features. The muscles were tense across his face and shoulders.

She found his male beauty irresistible. She reached up and laid her hand on his chest, pulling playfully at the thick mat of hair.

Following the trail of that sexy hair brought her fingers down his abdomen to the throbbing strength of his penis. She stroked the enlarged organ eagerly, then cupped the tender sacs that hung below. Trevor groaned his approval and began flexing his hips in a primitive, sensual rhythm.

With an almost tortured expression, he glared down at her, then roughly pulled her hands off his burning flesh. He parted her legs with his knee, spreading them wide. Meredith’s body was trembling when he cupped her bottom and pulled her against him.

Trevor shifted forward and entered her, stretching and filling her so tightly, so completely she cried out from the sheer joy of his possession.

“Lord, I can feel you tightening around me,” he said tersely.

“ ’Tis wondrous,” she agreed.

Meredith cupped his cheek. His jaw felt rough and prickly as her fingers glided over the stubble of his whiskers.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Trevor whispered.

She followed his command, tightening herself fiercely around him, clinging to him as if she would never let go. Her fingers, still on his face, now traced over his mouth, and he opened his lips.

Meredith teasingly inserted the tip of her index finger and he greedily sucked on it.

She laughed, then lifted her head and kissed him.

Trevor returned the kiss with ardor and excitement.

Then he broke away, tilted his head and smiled wickedly.

Supporting himself on his forearms, he slowly pulled the length of his hardness out of her.

Meredith protested loudly and raised her hips. Trevor groaned and entered her again, thrusting forward with enough force to make her body arch. A thready sigh escaped her lips as her body welcomed him, the inner muscles clenching tightly as if they feared he would soon abandon her again.

With an expression of pure male need, he began to rotate his hips, creating a friction against the slick bud of her womanhood. The action sent her body quivering but, while mindlessly exciting, the pressure he was exerting was not enough to bring her to climax.

“You are tormenting me,” she panted, lifting her hips to show him what she wanted.

“I am prolonging the pleasure,” he answered in a voice gone deep and husky. “For both of us.”

He teased her but a moment more, then began to thrust urgently into her, his thighs slapping against her, his lower body meeting hers with a searing impact. Meredith’s arms came around him, her fingers caressing up and down his back till they came to rest at his hips.