She insisted he hadn’t hurt her, but the strain in her voice told him otherwise. He should have been gentle with her. Instead, he’d taken her like a sailor back on shore leave after six months at sea. She was so small, so delicate and…and she’d never been made love to before. A strange sensation curled around his heart. No man had ever touched her the way he was doing. No man had ever experienced the tight sheathing of her body or the softness of her skin, no man but him. Miranda had given her virginity to him, and was deeply humbled by that knowledge. Jack lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with great tenderness. He eased his hips back, sank slowly down into her, repeating the gentle motion over and over until she began to respond with equal fervor. Gradually, his thrusts grew harder, drove deeper, the perfect rhythm of their bodies sending them soaring higher and higher. Miranda cried out, arching her back as liquid heat exploded from deep inside her, enveloping him in its warmth. She bucked against him, shuddering violently for several minutes before finally falling back against the mattress as if she had no strength left. Jack had never experienced anything like this before. He’d been with more women than he could count, but nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure of making love to Miranda.
