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sighed, cuddling him.
She'd never felt so close to anyone, ever.
"Maggie:' he groaned hoarsely. His hands went under her back as his mouth searched for hers. He
kissed her fiercely, groaning helplessly into her open mouth.
She cradled him, smiling under his devouring kisses as he slowly, slowly, began to relax, shivering
now in the aftermath of physical delight.
Her hands smoothed over his dark hair tenderly. They'd made love. She could give herself, without
fear or shame. She could be a whole woman. She'd never thought it would happen for her, not like
this, never with Cord.
His big hands smoothed the length of her, from her breasts to her hips, while his lips began to search
tenderly over her face. He smiled. He laughed mysteriously.
"What's funny?" she asked drowsily.
He kissed her softly. "I'll tell you one day." He started to lift away and her arms caught him,
protesting.
He looked down at her with breathless tenderness, his black hair damp with sweat as he studied her
flushed face.
Impulsively he moved his hips and felt her body open to him. He withdrew a heartbeat and then
moved down again. She moved with him,. her legs brushing his as she felt the pleasure begin all over.
She lifted her hips, grinding them into his, as her teeth clenched. "Oh, dear Lord," she choked.
"Cord!"
He moved then, fiercely, dragging his hips from side to side, watching her eyes widen with every
hard brush.
His face tautened with desire.
"I'm going to have you again," he said huskily. "Feel me swell, baby. Feel me deep in your body!" He
groaned and his eyes closed as the fierce arousal burst through him and made him helpless to stop.
"I want you," she whispered blindly. "I want to feel you ... explode ... in me!"
He cried out, the words bringing a sudden, unexpected climax that wrapped the two of them in a hot,
helpless tangle of movement.
"Cord," she whispered, lifting her mouth to his ear. "Cord ... make me ... have a baby!"
The words deepened the climax into unexplored territory. He felt his body whip helplessly above
hers.
She watched him, her own excitement blazing up in the hot silence of flesh brushing flesh, the sound
of the sheet brushing the mattress under them unexpectedly loud as they strained together in a frenzy
of motion.
She felt herself throbbing, and then her own body matched the racking convulsions she felt in him.
The whole world seemed to blur and fly away as the pleasure throbbed in her lower belly and
suddenly burst. She felt the heat of it surge through her in waves of unbearable pleasure...She heard
Cord's strained breathing above her, felt the beloved weight of his powerful body as he shivered in
the aftermath.
His arms cradled her as he rolled over onto his side, one long leg thrown over her hips.
"That was a first," he whispered, his voice deep with exhaustion.
"Hmmm?" she murmured, still dazed.
He kissed her eyes. "Do you know what an orgasm is?"
"No, but 1 think I just had one," she whispered back with a soft, secret laugh.
"I've never had an experience like this with anyone else."
Her leg curled into his. "Honest?"
"Honest." He kissed her soft mouth. "You whispered for me to make you pregnant," he breathed into
her open lips.
She flushed, embarrassed.
He felt the awkward movement of her body and lifted his head to look into her uncertain eyes.
"It's too late now for you to unwhisper it," he pointed out. He pursed his lips and looked rakish_ "I
forget how many sperm a man's body can produce, but I think I just set a world's record."
She flushed, but she smiled, too.
"What the hell," he murmured drowsily. "The world won't end if you get pregnant."
"You shouldn't worry," she began. "It would be a long shot..."
He looked into her eyes curiously. "I'm not worried, Maggie," he said gently.
She grimaced. "You have a lifestyle..."
He kissed her eyelids closed. "We won't solve all the problems tonight. Let's face one problem at a
time. Gruber is our priority."
"Gruber. I forgot."
He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. "Did you?"
"Don't get conceited," she chided. "Probably there are at least ten other extraordinary lovers in the
world who could pleasure me almost to unconsciousness."
"Don't go looking for any of them," he said darkly.
She sighed and looked down between their bodies. "I didn't expect it to feel like that," she confessed.
He pulled slowly away from her, watching her as she saw their bodies separate. She flushed a little,
but she didn't look away. He followed her gaze and smiled slowly.
"Think of it as sex education," he teased.
She lifted her eyes to his face. "It's so funny," she tried to explain. "I know all about it, but I know
nothing. I knew nothing, until tonight. I thought..." She hesitated. "It isn't always like that, is it?"
"Not for me, no," he said quietly. "I've never had sex this good."
She frowned. "Was it just sex?"
He scowled thoughtfully and traced a pattern over her relaxed breasts. "It was lovemaking," he said
quietly, "in the purest sense." He searched her eyes relentlessly. "I thought about making you pregnant,
even before you whispered to me. It aroused me. It really aroused me. I'm not usually quite that ...
potent."
Her face relaxed as she studied his lean face. He seemed confused, uncertain. "It's been a long time for
you, hasn't it?" she asked.
His eyes shot back to hers. "You think abstinence could produce an experience like this?
She sighed. "I don't know. Could it?"
He didn't speak. With a long sigh, he lifted his legs off the bed and searched on the carpet for his
towel and her gown and briefs. He tossed them to her without quite meeting her eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked gently.
He wrapped the towel around his hips. "I didn't mean to do this," he said, turning to stare at her with
troubled eyes. "I genuinely came in to comfort you. After what I learned, about our baby," he added
slowly, "I wouldn't have taken advantage of a nightmare to make you give yourself to me."
She held the nightgown to her breasts and watched him. "I know that."
He sighed. "Maggie, you thought I'd found out something else, something besides the baby, didn't
you?" he asked out of the blue. His eyes narrowed as she stiffened. "What other secret are you
keeping?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Maggie held her breath while Cord studied her reactions to that bombshell of a question.
"After what just happened between us," he said persistently, "there shouldn't be room for a single
secret."
She still looked worried. She wanted to trust him, but it was more frightening now to have him know
about her past, after the tenderness they'd shared. It would make her. .. dirty, somehow.
He could see the torment in her face, and he backed down. He'd ferreted out the miscarriage. With
time, he could find out the rest. It must be something terrible, for her to react like this.
"Here." He coaxed her into lifting her arms, and he slid the gown over her head. "Want a shower?" he
asked with a slow smile. "We could have one together."
"Cousin Jorge..." she began.
"...is a man," he said complacently. "And he knows what it's like to be at the mercy of desire."
"So do you," she remarked, and looked uneasy.
He searched her troubled eyes. He traced her soft lower lip with a lazy forefinger. "When I was
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