Nate’s gut clenched. I really need to kick my ass! She was a virgin, and he’d just taken her fast and hard when he should have taken her slow and gentle. He’d known the moment he felt her barrier, but had been unable to stop. At the sound of her pained gasp, he’d felt like a total bastard. Son.of.a.bitch! This time a slow grin spread across his face. She’s a virgin. He looked into her eyes and saw an answering realization. She was a virgin. She wasn’t married, and it was a final confirmation she hadn’t been raped. Even as his brain struggled to process the fact that she’d been a virgin, his body seemed to have figured it out quite nicely as he grew harder within her. Mine, his inner caveman declared. He went perfectly still, allowing her body to adjust. Sweat beaded on his brow from the effort, his breathing ragged. “Baby, I didn’t know,” he murmured, his voice husky with both passion and remorse. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Rose touched his cheek, and a seductive smile curved her lips.
