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see Griff sheathing himself in a condom. Then he moved over her, positioning himself, the head of his shaft at the entrance to her sheath. Slowly, inch by inch he slid into her until he reached the membrane waiting to yield to him at any minute.
    “Look at me, Cassie,” he commanded. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
    She opened them. His eyes bored into her, glittering with deep desire. “A tiny pinch, darlin,’” he whispered. “That’s all. There.”
    She recoiled a little at the pain, but he held her in place.
    “Okay?” he asked in that low rumbling tone?
    Was she? Oh, yeah. As the pain ebbed, hunger and craving took its place.
    She nodded.
    He thrust with his hips again, one strong push and then he was in all the way.
    “All right, sugar,” he ground out. “Here we go.”
    He slid his hands beneath her hips and lifted her to meet him. With a slow and steady movement, he thrust into her, forward and retreat, his gaze locked with hers.
    Her tissues stretched around his thick, hard cock. She reached for him, clutching at him, drawing him deeper yet. When she lifted her hips to him in a silent signal, crying, “More”, he increased the tempo. Harder, faster, he held her tight against him so he could reach her deepest recesses, rocking her with the motion. When he slipped his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, pressing his fingertips against the tight opening, that was all it took.
    They came like the cataclysmic eruption of a volcano, falling over the edge together. Cassie felt as if she were shattering into a thousand pieces. She was flying; she was floating. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, and colors swirled behind her eyelids. Through the thinness of the latex, she could feel Griff’s hot liquid jetting into her, his iron maleness throbbing as his release came with tremendous force. She never wanted it to end.
    At last he collapsed on her chest, his heartbeat thudding against her, panting for breath. They lay in each other’s arms for a long time, neither of them speaking.
    Cassie twined her fingers in his long, wheat-colored hair, trying to get her brain working again. She had just given her virginity that she’d guarded with such care to the town hooligan, her sister’s lover, and she didn’t even regret it. She didn’t know what had made her do it, but at the moment, she didn’t care.
    She roused herself. “Griff?”
    “Yeah, sugar?”
    “I have to go. It’s very late.”
    He sat up, taking her with him, searching her eyes. “Are you all right, Dewdrop?”
    She smiled in the darkness. The nickname tickled her heart. “Yes, Griff. I’m fine. Better than fine.”
    “I didn’t hurt you?” He smoothed the hair back from her face. “God, you were so tight.”
    “And you’re so…large.” She smiled again. “No, I’m okay. Really.”
    “I want to see you again, Cassie.”
    “I-I’m going away day after tomorrow. I’ll be gone for a week. Then I’ll be heading back to the university.”
    “Come back tomorrow night? Please? If that’s all the time we have, give us one more night. I’ll make it even better for you. I promise.”
    She wanted to tell him if he made it any better she might die. But her sister intruded in the moment they shared. “What about Diane?”
    “What about her? She’s got more fish to fry than she has a pan to put them in. It’s you I want, darlin’.” He put his lips close to her ear. “It’s always been you I’ve wanted. In my story, the bad boy gets the good girl.”
    He stroked her ear with the tip of his tongue, and she shivered. She nodded, knowing she’d regret it.
    She fought with herself all the next day and almost stayed away from him, calling herself all kinds of a fool, ashamed of her wantonness. But when the next night rolled around, there she was, lured by the Siren call of the most erotic experience of her life.
    And Griff was right. The second night was better. He taught her things she’d never dreamed of, helped