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Cal moved closer to Libby and gave her a lingering kiss.
“Do all men in your time kiss the way you do?” Libby asked.
“I can’t answer that because I have only practiced on women” Cal said.
“I am afraid. Of you, of me and most of all, of thinking I might never feel this way again with anyone else. I wish I knew what to do, what to say. I don’t have experience with this kind of thing. And, damn it, I wish you had kiss me again and shut me up.”
He thought he could feel each separate nerve in his body stretch. “Libby, you know I want you: I haven’t kept it to myself. But under the circumstances…the fact that I will be gone in a few days…”
“That’s just it.” Suddenly she wanted to weep. “You will be gone. I don’t want to wonder what it might have been like. I want to know. I feel…oh, I don’t know how I feel. The only thing I am sure of is that I want you to make love with me tonight. Cal, I want to be with you tonight.”
“I want to so badly, I can taste it. I also know that you have had a little too much to deal with tonight. Remember Libby, there are rules”
“Break them…”
He could hear his own heart beating, could feel the blood pumping to and from it. In the shadowy light, she looked mysterious, impossibly erotic in a baggy sweater and worn corduroy. How it would be to slip off all those layers of oversize clothing and find her slim and warm underneath. He took a long, careful breath and tried to think clearly.
“Libby, I am trying to think like a man you had understand, one from your time. I don’t seem to be doing a great job of it.”
“I had rather you think like yourself.” She wanted to be calm and confident. This was a decision she had waited years to make.
His throat was dry, his palms were damp. The harder he tried to think rationally, the less clear his thoughts became.
“Maybe we should talk about it” Cal said.
“Don’t you want me?”
“I have imagined making love with you a dozen times.”
“Here is a good start.” She lifted a hand to his cheek. “Kiss me again, Caleb.”
“Libby_”
“Don’t make me seduce you,” she murmured. “I don’t know how.”
With a strangled laugh, he pulled her hard against him, burying his face in her hair. “Too late. You already have.”
“Have I?” Her arms were around him, holding tight to what she told herself she would release without regret when the time came. A shudder had her gripping when he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “I don’t know what to do next.”
Cal plucked her up into his arms. “Enjoy,” he told her before he carried her up the stairs.
He wanted her in the bed where he’d dreamed of her. In the pale light of the rising moon, he laid her down. Whatever he had, he would give her. What she had, he would take. He understood pleasure; the degrees, the depths, the layers. Soon, very soon, so would she.
Slowly, he undressed her, drawing out the processed for his own enjoyment and for the simple wonder of it. Every inch he uncovered delighted him, the slender ankles, the smooth calves, the curving shoulders. He watched her eyes widen and cloud with confused passions when he touched her, palms skimming, fingers trailing.
Taking her hand, he brought it to his mouth to taste and savor. “I have seen you like this,” he murmured. “Even when I tried not to.”
She lay naked in the splash of moonlight and felt only beautiful as he looked his fill. “I have wanted to be here with you, even when I tried not to.” She was smiling when she lifted her hands to undress him.
He was determined to be patient, thorough and very, very gentle.
This time, her first time, it would be sweet. Then her inexperienced hands made his blood leap under his skin. Seduction, unplanned, was potent. Once he covered her hands with his and bit back a moon.
He brushed her hair back from her face and began to kissed her. She melted into the kiss, into the luxurious depth of it. Then those clever fingers found a point, some pulse that beat under the skin and sent her reeling.
He lifted her so that they were kneeling in the center of the bed, wrapped close. Flickers of urgency came through…a roughened caress, a quickened breath. A skim of fingers, a press of pulse to pulse, and he had her gaping, her head thrown back, her body curved against his. He groaned and crushed his hungry mouth to her throat.
Her nails bit into his skin. Even that aroused him. Here was passion, wilder, freer than any he had ever imagined. She was open for him, only him. He was half~mad with the knowledge that she would give to him what she had given to no one else.
But gently, dragging himself back, he eased his possessive grip into a caress. When he lowered his mouth to her breast, the sound of pleasure came from both of them. He used his tongue to tease, his teeth to torment. He could feel her skin hum under his hands and lips. But when he laid her back, there was a strength and demand in the hands that pressed him against her.
Libby had waited so long for this.
He was skilled, and he used his skill to take her beyond those first flashes of pleasure into the velvet space reserved for lovers. She was innocent, yet just as truly as easily, she took him. He slipped into her. She closed around him. It was a merging of bodies, and of hearts, and of time.
Caleb was in awe that he was the first man to have her.
Moments after, desire to have each other again began to tingle within them.
“I am going to love you again Libby.” He traced her parted lips, crushed his mouth to hers in a soul~wrenching kiss that left them both breathless. “And again, and again. Each time I do, it would be different.”
There was a power building in him. It might have frightened her if she hadn’t felt its twin growing in her. Her eyes stayed open and on his as she lifted her arms and rose to meet him.
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