Thorn's Challenge - Brenda Jackson [60]
Moments later, still dazed as fragments of ecstasy raced through her, Tara watched as Thorn stood and removed his briefs. Her breath caught upon seeing his naked body. She blinked, wondering how they would fit together and said a silent prayer that they would.
He reached down and picked up his jeans, then fumbled in the back pocket to retrieve his wallet. He withdrew a condom packet. He was about to tear it open when she stopped him.
“That’s not necessary, Thorn.”
He glanced up and met her gaze. “It isn’t?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He stared at her for a long moment before asking. “Why not?”
A long silence stretched between them before she finally gave him an answer. “I’m on birth control. The pill.”
He lifted a brow. “But I thought you said that you couldn’t take the pill for medical reasons.”
Tara shook her head. “No, I asked you what would you do if I couldn’t take the pill for medical reasons. I had to know that you cared enough to do the responsible thing.”
He nodded. “Is the pill in your system real good?”
She certainly hoped so, otherwise there was a good chance that with all their heat, combustion and raging hormones they would be making a baby tonight. But the thought of him getting her pregnant didn’t bother her one bit. “Yes, I’ve been on it long enough.”
Thorn stared at her, thinking just how much he loved her. Because he had expressed a desire not to use a condom, she had unselfishly taken the necessary precautions.
He would show his love and appreciation in the only way he knew—by loving her totally and completely with his heart, body and soul. He eased onto the bed with her, over her, knowing he had to take things slow and be gentle, no matter how driven he was to do otherwise. His need for her was strong, desperate.
He touched the dampness at the juncture of her legs. She was sufficiently wet for him, primed, ripe and ready. But even so, their first joining would be painful for her. There was no way for it not to be.
When he had placed his body over hers, he gazed down at her, saw desire and trust shining in the depths of her eyes and knew he would keep his word, even if it killed him. A part of him wanted her to know just how affected he was with what they were about to do.
“I think I’ve wanted you, I’ve wanted this, from the first time I saw you that night, Tara,” he admitted honestly. “I’ve dreamed about this moment, fantasized about it and desired it with a vengeance, and I want you to know I won’t take what you’re about to give me and what we’re about to do lightly.”
And since he knew that being on the pill wasn’t a hundred-percent full proof, he said, “And although you’re on the pill, if you get pregnant anyway, I take full responsibility for any child we make together.”
Before Tara could say anything, Thorn began placing kisses all over her mouth, and her heart pounded, full of love. Ever since they had started seeing each other, he had made her feel feminine and desired and she was ready for any sensual journey he wanted to take her on.
And then she felt him, the tip of him, touching her womanly folds, and their gazes locked. He bore down slowly as he began easing into her gently, and although it was tight, she felt her body automatically stretch for him, open to receive him.
Sweat beaded Thorn’s forehead. Tara was tight and damp. Entering her body sent a ripple of pleasure through him, from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. He held her hips firmly in his hands as he went deeper, feeling the muscles of her body clamp down on him as he slowly eased inside her and felt her opening her legs wider to smooth the progress of his entry.
He saw that quick moment of pain that flashed across her features when he broke through the barrier overwhelmed by what was taking place. He was her first lover, the first man to venture into