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was all the time in the world, and her eyes fed on him.
He smiled gently as he sat down beside her, his eyes turbulent and full of desire as he leaned over her. "I
know," he said softly. "It wasn't like this before. But we have plenty of time to learn about each other
now, Meg. A lifetime."
He bent slowly and put his mouth gently to hers. In the long, lazy moments that followed, he taught her
how, watching the expressions chase across her shocked face as he made her touch him. He smiled with
taut indulgence until she'd completed the task he set for her, and then he held her hands to him and talked
to her, coaxed her into relaxing, into accepting the reality of him.
"It isn't so frightening now that you know what to expect, is it?" he asked, his voice deep and tender as
he began to gently ease her out of the last flimsy garments that separated skin from skin.
When he had, he rose and looked at her, his body visibly trembling as he studied the rounded, exquisite
flush of her perfect body, her silkv skin.
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His hand went out and tenderly traced her firm breasts, enjoying their immediate response to his touch,
her trembling, her audible pleasure.
"You're beautiful, Meg," he whispered when his exploring hand trespassed in a new way. Despite their
former intimacy, the touch shocked her. She caught his wrist and gasped. "No, little one," he coaxed,
bending to kiss her wide eyes shut. "Don't be embarrassed or afraid of this. It's part of the way we're
going to make love to each other. Relax, Meg. Try to put away all those inhibitions, will you? You're my
wife. We're married. And believe me, this is perfectly permissible now."
"I know," she whispered back. "I'll try."
His mouth brushed over her eyes, her cheeks, down her face to her throat, her collarbone, onto the
silken softness of her breasts while he discovered her.
His mouth on her breasts made her shiver. The faint suction he made was as exciting as the way he
began to touch her, making little waves of pleasure ripple up her spine. She forgot to be nervous and her
body responded to him, lifting to meet his touch. Her eyes opened, because she wanted to see if it was
affecting him, too.
It was. His face was taut. His eyes were narrow and glittery as he looked down at her, and she could
feel the tension in his powerful body as it curved against hers on the cool sheets.
He nodded. His eyes searched hers and his touch became softer, slower, more thorough. She made a
quick, shocked sound, and his hand snaked under her neck to grasp a handful of hair at her nape and
arch her face up so that he could see every soft, flushed inch of it.
"You.. .mustn't.. .watch!" she gasped as a hot, red mist wavered her surprised eyes.
"I'm going to,"he replied. "Oh, yes, Meg, I'm going to watch you. I'm going to take you right up to the
moon. This is going to be our first real night of love. Here and now, Meg. Now, now, now...
The deep, slow chant was like waves breaking, the same waves that were slamming with pleasure into
her body. She held on for dear life and her voice sobbed, caught, as the pleasure grew with each touch,
each hot whisper.
He was moving. He was over her, against her. The pleasure was like an avalanche, gaining, gaining,
rolling down, pressing down on her, pressing against her, pressing.. .into.. .her!
She felt the fierce throb of it, felt the slow invasion, felt the tension suddenly snap into a stinging,
white-hot pleasure so unbearably sweet that it made her cry out.
His hands were on her wrists, pinning her, his body above her, demanding, pushing, invading. She heard
his harsh breath, his sudden exclamation, the hoarse cry of pleasure that knotted him above her. As he
shouted his fulfillment, she fell helplessly from the height to which he'd taken her, fell into a thousand
diamond-splintered fragments, each more incredibly hot and sweet than the one before...
He cried out with the pleasure of it, his eyes wide open, his face taut with the strain. "Oh, God...!"
He sank over her, helpless in that last shudder, and she cradled him, one with him, part of him, in a unity
that was even greater than the first one they'd ever shared.
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She touched his face hesitantly. "Oh, Steven," she whispered, the joy of belonging to him in her eyes, her
voice, her face.
He smiled through the most delicious exhaustion he'd ever felt, trying to catch is breath. "Oh, Meg," he
replied, laughing softly.
She flushed, burying her face in his throat. "It wasn't.. .quite like that before."
"You were a virgin before," he whispered, smiling. He rolled over onto his back, bringing her along with
him so that she could pillow her cheek on his broad, damp chest. "Are you all right?"
"I'm happy," she replied. "And a little tired."
"I wonder why."
She laughed at the droll tone and burrowed closer. "I love you so much, Steven," she said huskily.
"More than my life."
"Do you?" His arms tightened. "I love you, too, my darling." He stroked her hair gently, feeling for the
moment as if he had the world in his arms. "I should never have let you go. But I felt something for you so
strong that it unnerved me." His arms grew suddenly bruising. "Meg, I couldn't bear to lose you," he said
roughly, letting all the secret fears loose."I couldn't go on living. It was hell without you, those four years.
I did wild things trying to fill up the emptiness you left in me, but nothing worked." He drew in a long
breath, while she listened with rapt fascination. "I.. .couldn't let you go again, no matter what I had to do
to keep you."
"Oh, Steve, you won't have to!" She kissed him softlv, brushed his closed eyes with her lips, clinging
fiercely to him as she felt the depth of his love for her and was humbled by it. "I'll never want to go, don't
you see? I didn't think you loved me four years ago. I ran because I didn't think I could hold you. I was
so young, and I had an irrational fear of intimacy because my sister died having a baby. But I'm not that
frightened girl anymore. I'll stay with you, and I'll fight any other woman to the edge of death to keep
you!" she whispered fiercely, clinging to him.
He laughed softly. They were so much alike. "Yes, I feel the same way." He touched her forehead with
his lips, relaxing a little as he realized that she felt exactly as he did. "Ironic, isn't it? We were desperately
in love and afraid to believe that something so overwhelming could last. But it did. It has."
"Yes. I never thought I'd be enough for you," she whispered.
"Idiot. No one else would ever be enough."
She lifted her eves to his and smiled. "Are we safe, now?"
"Yes. Oh, yes."
She flattened her hand over his chest. "And you won't grind your teeth in the night thinking that I'm
plotting ways to run?"
He shook his head. "You're going to be a responsible businesswoman. How can you run from utility bills
and state taxes?"
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She smiled at the jibe. "Good point."
He closed his eyes, drinking in her nearness, her warm softness. "I never dreamed of so much
happiness."
"Neither did I. I can hardly believe we're really married."
Her breath released in a soft sigh. "I really did love dancing, Steven. But dancing was only a poor
second in my life You came first even then.You always will."
He felt a surge of love for her that bordered on madness. He rolled her over onto her back and bent to
kiss her with aching tenderness.
"I'd die for you," he said unsteadily. His eyes blazed with what he felt, all of it in his eyes, his face. "I
hated the world because you wanted to be a ballerina more than you wanted me!"
"I lied," she whispered. "I never wanted anything more than I wanted you."
His eyes closed on a wave of emotion and she reached up, kissing him softly, comfortingly. Tears filled
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