It never occurred to him that she hadn’t been with another man. Not until he thrust inside her and felt the barrier give way. He’d been terrified to move, terrified he’d hurt her. He couldn’t stand the idea of being the one who caused her pain and in the end he’d done it anyway. He still couldn’t get over that she didn’t know how much he wanted her. God, he was practically shaking with the effort of trying to hold himself back and she thought he’d rejected her. If she was willing to give him another chance, he’d show her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. And this time he’d take his time and make sure that when she let him inside her, he wouldn’t just be her first, he’d be the only one. The idea had him working long division in his head so he could hold it together long enough to get her back in his bed. He kissed her, just a quick touch of his lips to hers. If he gave into the taste of her, he’d never be able to stay in control long enough to make love to her the way she deserved.
