Twins on the Way

Four (#ulink_1dc5d360-4d08-5293-9285-9e612506fcda)

Gavin shifted up in the bed so he could kiss her. On the mouth. The room was dim. When he moved his lips over hers, he was alarmed to taste salty tears. “Are you crying?” he asked, aghast.

She cupped his cheek. “Only a little,” she whispered. “I didn’t know it could feel that good.”

“I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He said it to make her smile, but damned if it wasn’t the truth.

“You’re a dangerous man, Gavin Kavanagh.”

“Dangerous how?”

“Addictive. Like gambling or alcohol.”

“Are you saying I’m bad for you?”

“Maybe. Probably.”

“Isn’t that why people come to Vegas? To sow their wild oats? To cast off convention and morality? To take a walk on the wild side?”

As he argued his case, he stroked her breasts. They filled his hands as if she’d been created just for him. Not too large, not too small. He was beginning to think everything about her was eerily perfect. As if he were dreaming and any moment he would wake up and find the TV running some lower-than-B-movie porn flick.

He shook his head, trying to clear the fog and the feeling that he was letting down his guard at the worst possible moment. Cassidy’s pert nipples fascinated him. Her little pants and groans urged him on as he played with the sensitive nubs.

She tossed her head, her hands gripping the sheets as he tormented them both. He usually preferred long hair on women, but Cass’s chin-length curls framed her face and suited her personality so well, he couldn’t imagine her any other way.

At last, he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. Testing her readiness with two fingers, he found her damp and welcoming. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. As he moved between her legs and positioned himself at her entrance, he felt a flicker of unease. “Do you want this, Cass? No regrets in the cold light of day?”

At twenty-three, he’d been an immature ass. But Cassidy seemed far older than her years. Surely she knew her own mind.

Her smile was small but genuine. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Surging forward, he cursed softly as the welcoming caress of her body squeezed him like a velvet fist. But icy shock slithered down his spine when he met with resistance. “Cassidy? Hell, Cass... Are you a...? Is this your...?”

Disbelief rendered him speechless. Along with another shot of suspicion and cynical doubt.

Slender legs wrapped around his waist. “Don’t be mad. I know what I’m doing, Gavin. I realized not long after I set foot in your hotel room earlier tonight that I wanted you to be my first. It took me a little while to make up my mind, but I’m so glad I met you.”

Something about that statement struck him at a raw spot, but he didn’t have the mental acuity to process why. Instead, he focused on her deliberate omission. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You would have left. Accused me of being too young for you. Done the noble thing and denied yourself.”

To hear her assess him so accurately stung. “Or I would have taken what you offered regardless.”

Her smile was wry. “I don’t think so.”

It wasn’t as if he had a choice now. It would cripple him to leave this bed. Dazed and exhausted, he didn’t have the strength of will to call a halt to things. She said she wanted this. And lord knows, he did.

Gently, he pressed forward. Her helpless wince stopped him cold. “I’ve never done this with a virgin,” he croaked. “It’s going to hurt you, Cass.”

“Only for a minute. We’ll muddle through, sweet man.”

He was selfish and emotionally withdrawn and often cranky. Clearly, she didn’t know him at all. He was torn in a dozen different directions. His body clawed for release like a junkie craving a hit. His brain shouted a warning. But Cass had done something to him. He couldn’t bear the thought that this moment might be as bad for her as it was good for him.

Her fingernails dug into his butt cheeks. “It’s okay, Gavin. I like it, really.”

It was a brave lie, but nothing could disguise her cry when he pushed the final distance and found himself seated fully within her inner embrace. “I’m sorry, Cass,” he muttered. It killed him to know he had caused her pain.

She wrinkled her nose. “It’s not so bad now. I like how you feel inside me. Big and thick. Filling me up.” Little flutters caressed his length as she exercised muscles that would give them both pleasure. “This is good. Truly. You’ve already given me an orgasm. It’s your turn. Take what you need. I won’t break.”

Her altruism was charming but misguided. He would only go the distance if he could take her with him. He began to move slowly, shallow thrusts that applied pressure where her recent climax had left her ultrasensitive.

“Gavin!”

He knew the moment she crested again. Determined to make her forget the initial unpleasantness, he moved in her with care, staving off his own release until he felt her shudder and cry out.

Then it was all or nothing. He took her wildly, almost insensate, his world flaring into a hot white light before going black as incredible pleasure washed over him and carried him to a place of peace and unconsciousness.

* * *

Cassidy had done her share of impulsive things during her short life, but this was the most cataclysmic. Her body still hummed with aftershocks of sensation that made her toes curl against the soft cotton sheets.

Gavin Kavanagh was magnificent. Too bad she hadn’t met him at a different time and place. If her father discovered that she had initiated sex with a virtual stranger, he would freak out, and he would certainly never take her seriously. He would question her judgment, and rightly so.

Now that school was done, it was the pivotal moment for her to take her long-coveted position at her father’s side, despite her brother’s wishes. It wasn’t exactly a job that could be transferred cross-country, even if Gavin had been interested in more than a fling.

Still, she didn’t have any regrets. Most of the guys she knew were shallow and egocentric. Boys, really. Not men. Not like Gavin. She ran a hand over his hard male chest, feeling the faint dusting of hair, the delineation of muscles, the flat belly. He was beautifully built.

When she moved lower to touch him more intimately, a large male hand clamped down on her wrist. “Give me five minutes, Cass. I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours and you just turned me inside out.” But even as his rough-toned voice asked for mercy, his sex flexed and lifted.