He continued to plunge into her over and over again, each plunge starting a newer and deeper ecstasy until she could hold back no longer and shattered again, and again, and again. It was the most amazing experience of her life what this man—this cowboy—was doing to her. The moment one fire was quenched, another would start until she was limp in his arms, the warm, sultry wind blowing across two naked bodies that lay on the planked floor of her room. She’d never felt so much like a woman, and slowly tears began to seep from beneath her lids.
* * * *
Suddenly, Jude felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown on him when he heard her crying. He stopped abruptly and looked down at her, at her tears, her body so beautiful, her wet face so young and vulnerable. He couldn’t move another muscle. He’d wanted her so much he’d lost his head.
My God, had he forced her?
“…what kind of man would it make you?”