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That afternoon, doused with rain she had declared her l ove and begged him to wait for her. He had walked away with
barely a glimpse back, but not only had he heard her, he’d listened.
    He’d waited.
    She’d be his first just as
he’d be hers. Her hands shook. Her pulse thumped erratically. The edges of her eyelashes blurred with tears. He was quick by her side,
cupped her face in his hand and wiped the tears away. “Some people are worth
the wait, and you’re one of them.”
    “You love me.” It wasn’t a
question, but a realization.
    He stared into her eyes,
his own as hot as liquid steel. “I love you.”
    Her heart flipped, desire
spiked. Just as the longing became unbearable, Forrest tilted his head and
kissed her until all insecurities and fear stopped in their tracks, replaced by
this moment. His hands roamed over h er dress, fiddled
with the small knot around her waist and unsnapped the buttons. With a slight
brush of his hands the cotton material fell to the floor.
    After all these years of
the crushing yearning, she stood in Forrest’s arms, covered only by a purple lace push-up bra with matching panties. Panic set in. What
if she was too skinny? Without the extra padding of her bra, her breasts were
only a handful. But he loved and wanted her. This much she knew.
    Trepidation and excitement
coiled in her stomach. He s tepped back, eyes hooded,
taking in her every curve. His face flushed with lust and love easing her
feeling of self-consciousness.
    “You’re so beautiful.” His
lips were on hers again. There was an edge of urgency about his kiss, a hunger
that might suddenly rage out of control, yet
strangely tender and sensuous, setting her entire body aflame with desire. His
hands explored, becoming acquainted with every inch of her body. Her hands
drifted to the waist of his pants, undoing the button. So hot in the kiss, t hey stumbled on the bed as he stepped out of his pajama
pants.
    On top of her, he mouthed
against her lips. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
    She nodded, although she’d
bet her whole wee-bit savings that she wouldn’t have any complaints.
    His touch became firmer, more dangerous, going places he’d never gone
before. With heated kisses, his mouth journeyed over her shoulders and breasts,
sending electric shivers straight to her core. Her eyes watered when his tongue
traveled the line of her flat stomac h and finished
with a little seductive suction action on her hip. She cried his name, her
breath coming short and fast. He settled between her thighs, his straining
erection pressed against the spot she needed him. Every muscle in her body
tensed with expe ctation.
    Their fingers laced. His
eyes, dark with desire, locked with hers as he slowly pushed himself inside
her. Claire sucked in her breath. The slight pressure and pain
was expected, but still startled her.
      Forrest swallowed and stilled, bracing
himse lf on his elbows. “Good?”
    The soft expression of
concern was a pure benediction of his love. She knotted her hands around his
neck and pressed closer to him. “Don’t stop.”
    After a slight hesitation,
he stroked her cheek and kissed her lips. Then slowly, he pushed deeper inside her, pausing once more to search her
face for any discomfort. She leaned into him and kissed his tanned chest. He
let out a low groan, rocking slowly into her over and over, breaking her
barrier, inch by inch, until her body was taken by an
overwhelming feeling of pleasure. It lasted only moments, but
when he shuddered in her arms as he gripped her hips, she knew nothing would
ever be the same between them. They had crossed that line they’d been teetering
for the last year and now they were forever
connected, body and soul.
    Breathless excitement
pounded in her heart as he showered her face, neck, and collarbone with gentle,
soft kisses before rolling onto his back. She moved along with him, wrapped her
arms around his torso and hugged him close. “That
was…” Her