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Whip closed his eyes against the desire raking through his body, tormenting him with what he wanted more than breath — and must not take.
When his eyes opened, he saw the hurt and confusion in Sha
«I want you too much to trust myself,» Whip admitted, his voice raw. «That’s a first. I never had any trouble protecting a woman before.»
Sha
«I can take a woman without making her pregnant,» Whip said in a clipped voice. «All I have to do is hold back my own pleasure until I’m not inside her anymore.»
«Oh.» Sha
Whip didn’t know whether to laugh or curse at his earnest, i
«It’s not foolproof,» he added. «If a woman is in her fertile time, I don’t risk it.»
«What’s her fertile time?»
Whip’s eyelids lowered halfway, making his eyes a smoky silver gray against the heightened color of his face. His thick eyelashes were the same radiant gold as the lantern light itself.
«Didn’t your mama tell you anything?» Whip asked when he could trust himself to speak.
«Such as?»
«Such as women are most likely to get pregnant about halfway through their monthly cycle.»
A flush that had nothing to do with the hot spring’s warmth crept up Sha
«Oh. Er, no,» Sha
Whip waited.
Sha
«When did you last bleed?» he asked bluntly.
She swallowed and closed her eyes.
«First I have Silent John and now I have Talkative Whip,» she muttered.
«When did you last bleed?» Whip repeated, his eyes level and his tone determined.
«It — it stopped last night,» Sha
Desire lanced through Whip, hotter than any steamy spring, tightening his body even more. Just the thought of pushing into Sha
«Last night, huh?» Whip said huskily.
Sha
Whip smiled and nuzzled her ear with his tongue.
«I didn’t know a woman could blush from her breasts to her forehead,» he said huskily.
«It’s the heat of the water,» Sha
Whip laughed very softly.
When Sha
«I’m sorry,» she said hurriedly. «I didn’t mean to hurt you.»
«You didn’t.»
«It sounded like I did.»
«You made the same kind of sounds beneath the tarp. Was I hurting you?»
The sensual shiver of memory that went through Sha
«No,» she whispered. «You didn’t hurt me. I didn’t even know that kind of pleasure was possible. Can I truly make you feel like that?»
«Yes,» Whip said simply.
«How?»
Closing his eyes, Whip took a deep breath…and a tighter rein on his own driving hunger.
«We’ll start with a kiss,» he said. «Would you like that?»
«Oh, yes. Would you?»
«It’s a start,» Whip said tightly, lowering his head.
An instant later Sha
With a soft whimper, she turned her face up and parted her lips even more, wanting to get as close as she could to Whip. Her arms slid around his neck and her fingers searched through his hair, holding him hard against her mouth while she tasted him as deeply as she could.
With a rough, throttled sound, Whip kissed Sha
«Whip?» she asked huskily. «Is something wrong? Why did you stop?»
«You make me too damned hot.»
Sha
He laughed despite the agony of his unruly, unfulfilled desire.
«It’s not the water,» Whip said. «It’s you. I feel like I’ve wanted you forever. You burn me even in my dreams.»
The look in Whip’s eyes made Sha
«Does that mean you’ll let me pet you?» she whispered.
«Anytime. Anywhere. Any way you want.»
And I’m a fool to even suggest it, Whip said silently to himself.
But he didn’t say the words aloud. He wanted Sha
Watching Whip’s face, Sha
Whip’s eyelids lowered as waves of pleasure visibly swept through him.
Smiling, Sha
Whip’s whole body shuddered, raked by passion. Sha
«You’re salty,» Sha
Breath came from Whip in a harsh rush. One of his hands went to Sha
«Whip?»
«Your teeth,» he said huskily. «Let me feel their sharp little edges.»
A few minutes earlier Sha
A thick, hungry sound was dragged from deep within Whip’s chest.
«Whip?»
«Do it again, honey girl. Harder.»
«Are you sure?»
Whip laughed, bent his head swiftly, and lifted Sha
Fire burst in Sha
Instantly he released her.
«I’m sorry,» Whip said. «I didn’t mean to hurt you.»
Sha
«Hurt me?» She shook her head and laughed. «Oh, no.»
Her mouth went to Whip’s chest and returned the fierce love play, tasting and biting and branding Whip with her heat until he groaned. Slowly she lifted her head.
«Am I hurting you?» Sha
But her eyes said she already knew the answer.
«You’re killing me,» Whip said huskily, «but you’re not hurting me one bit. Well, not most of me. One particular part of me is aching fit to die.»
«Where?»
«Guess,» he said succinctly.
«Oh. There.»
«Yes. There.»
Sha
«Here?» she asked.
Breath hissed through Whip’s clenched teeth.
«Does touching you make it worse?» Sha