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“Harder.” She made a whimpering sound as he took her with even more force.
Their motion was primitive, almost animalistic, and it was doing shocking things to her body. She was tightening around his penetration, and shivers of sensation were shooting out from where they were joined. “Oh, God!”
“There it is,” Rob rasped, sounding very thinly stretched himself. “Now you have it. Just like that.”
She cried out loudly as the orgasm took her, and she thrashed rather embarrassingly in response to the intense pleasure. She was coming down when Rob fell out of rhythm and pushed hard against her, making a long, muffled groan.
She saw the release twisting his face. She saw the rush of satisfaction afterward.
And then he was lowering himself on top of her, panting against her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to catch her breath.
She’d never—not in her entire life—known sex could be that good before.
They fell asleep, naked and tangled together under the covers. It was dark in the room when Allison woke up.
Her first thought was that Rob was absolutely amazing and sex with him was the best thing ever.
Her second thought was that she shouldn’t have done it.
All of the reasons she’d been holding back before still applied. She couldn’t just have a casual fling with Rob. He was too nice a guy. It wouldn’t feel right.
And she wasn’t nearly ready for a serious relationship yet. She was still learning to live life on her own. Plus, she was planning to get out of this town just as soon as she could.
Rob thought she was special. He’d told her last night that all he’d ever wanted was to be with one woman. Maybe he was thinking that could be her.
She’d really liked how it felt to be wrapped up in his arms last night, to have him take care of her needs, her pleasure. She’d felt safe. Cared for. Like she could lean on him.
But she was supposed to be standing on her own, not leaning on the first strong guy to come along.
A wave of fear overwhelmed her, so intense it stole her breath.
She lay in a cold sweat for a minute, staring up at the ceiling.
Rob was still asleep. She could hear him breathing. One of his arms was splayed out in her direction, almost touching her.
She was so scared she rolled away from him, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.
That was what she needed to do. Get away. Figure out what was going on. And then decide what could happen from here.
She fumbled for her clothes in the dark, finding everything except her panties, which were probably under the covers somewhere. She just left them, tiptoeing out of the room and then hurrying from the house.
She tried to run across the street, but she was sore from sex and just limped instead.
She felt safer back in her house.
Rob thought he’d been making love to a sweet, pretty woman who might be a match for him, who could spend her whole life in Fielding, who could eventually be the wife he was looking for. He really liked that woman.
But she couldn’t let herself be someone’s sweet, pretty wife again when she still didn’t know who she was for real.
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In that vague,groggy moment, just as he was waking up, Rob knew something good had happened.
It didn’t take him long to remember what. He was feeling particularly relaxed and satisfied, and he realized he was naked as he stretched under the covers.
Allison. Allison had happened last night.
With a surge of excitement, he rolled over to look at the other side of the bed and was hit with surprise and disappointment when he saw it was empty. The covers were rumpled and the pillow at a strange angle. She’d been sleeping there last night. He remembered waking up once briefly and feeling her warm little body near him.
