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world had begun to spin, as if the sunshine of his eyes had permeated her entire being. She could barely breathe, and she couldn’t begin to control the quivering that racked her limbs.
    “Brian!” she cried out softly, and he raised himself over her, slipping his hands between her thighs. They parted weakly, and he was between them, and he covered her gasps with his mouth as he slowly and carefully entered her, pausing as she went rigid with a strangled sound catching in her throat, then plunging deeply and once more merely holding still, allowing them to savor the moment, the feeling of being filled, the feeling of being beautifully enwrapped, sheathed, stunning puzzle pieces perfectly, naturally, fundamentally fitting together.
    And he began to whisper to her again, soothing her past the initial shock, moving against her slowly, very slowly, then feeling her instinctively and sensually finding her own desire heighten. She arched against him, writhing, undulating, and he slipped his hands beneath her firm buttocks to hold her to him as he began a thrusting, demanding rhythm that she found herself following with awe.
    Then there was nothing but the sweet need that built and built and built. Kim felt as if the stars had exploded around her, as if there were nothing but clouds and Brian. Brian, whom she couldn’t get enough of, who was the only reality. Brian, who had now claimed her completely, who was within her, hot and demanding and giving this strange beauty that she wanted to go on forever yet ever strove to complete because the end would be shattering, a pinnacle of feeling so volatile and sweetly delicious that she was loath to let go, afraid to open her eyes, afraid to have him leave when he had just made her wonderfully, rapturously complete.
    She clung to him, and he stayed with her, loath, too, to withdraw, to do anything that would break the wonder of the moment. But his weight atop her was heavy, and he shifted beside her. She stared at him wondrously, savoring the feel of him pressed against her.
    Tears suddenly filled her eyes. “Oh, Brian…”
    He pulled her against his slick chest, rubbing his knuckles softly over her cheek.
    “I adore you,” he said softly.
    She ran her fingers through the golden hair that framed his male nipples. “Is it possible, Brian? Can we really, truly love each other?”
    “It’s not just possible; it is,” he replied, and he was leaning over her, his strength and conviction in the depths of his eyes. “And we’re going to get married.”
    She frowned with a grin tugging at the corner of her lip. “Brian, I have another year of high school, and we both have college—which you’re supposed to leave for in the fall!” A little sob had caught the end of her sentence. If he left her, she would die. He would be gone, and there would be college girls all over, knowledgeable, happily willing women.
    “I won’t leave,” he said. “I’ll work and take basics at the junior college. As soon as you graduate, we’ll get married, and we’ll leave together.”
    “But, Brian, how will we make it?”
    He laughed. “Work, my love. And scholarships—I’ve been offered really good ones for the state schools. Our folks aren’t rich, but they’ll help.”
    “Think we can really do it?” she asked, her excitement growing. She couldn’t bear thoughts of his possibly finding another girl—not now, not when she had become so completely his.
    “Of course, we can do it,” he said a bit gruffly, and he stared at her with such rough, raw possession that she felt a little thrill even before she heard his next words. “You’re mine, Kim. I knew it from the moment I saw you. There will never be another woman for me, and I’ll never, never allow there to be another man for you.”
    He spoke so vehemently it was slightly chilling but exciting. He meant it, and she didn’t doubt he did. He was Brian, commanding, demanding, certain. He was the sun in all its glorious