‘You value? ‘ She parroted the words like someone speaking a foreign language. Emilio nodded and framed her face between his long brown fingers, smoothing the strands of hair spread around her face from her brow. ‘I am your first.’ The sheer impossibility of it still shook him. ‘Do you know how that makes me feel?’ Her eyes darted from side to side, refusing to meet his. ‘Annoyed? ‘ ‘Privileged.’ She froze at the throaty rebuttal, her eyes heavy, lids half closing as he touched her cheek. The tremor she felt in his fingers as they brushed slowly across the downy curve shocked her. Her lips, soft and warm and so incredibly sweet, trembled under his as he kissed her softly. ‘And in shock,’ he admitted, pulling back. ‘I still don’t understand how it is possible.’ Arm curved above her head, she watched as he propped his broad shoulders against the carved headboard. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the tangled strands off her hot face with one hand and, anchoring the sheet over her breasts with the other, pulled herself up into a kneeling position.
