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undivided and romantic attention. But she did know that sleeping with him would change things. Forever.
    The way they looked at each other, the way they acted around each other. The way he acted around her family.
    Of course, she hoped things would change for the better. That she and Connor would become an itemafter tonight, date for a while, get engaged, then marry and start a family.
    A picture of them ten years down the road shimmered in her mind’s eye and she smiled, even as Connor’s fingers skimmed her inner thigh, making rational thought nearly impossible.
    Whatever happened, they could handle it, and everything would be fine. He was already as close to Nicholas as a brother, as close to her parents as another son. Her entire family would be more than accepting of their relationship, and she knew that once Connor recovered from the shock of having slept with his best friend’s little sister—if indeed he suffered any shock at all—he would realize they belonged together.
    She’d finish law school, of course, then move back home to be close to him, and one day they’d be man and wife. One day they’d be living happily ever after.
    Beth smiled for a brief moment, then whimpered when he grazed the curls between her legs with the back of his hand. He nudged her knees open as far as they would go with her jeans still wrapped around her ankles, then settled himself the best he could in the cradle of her thighs.
    His palms stroked up and down her bare torso, her sweater pushed up around her breasts. She felt the tip of his hardened length probing intimately while his mouth continued to devour her own.
    He was gentle but demanding, considerate but firm. One hand skated along her waist and hip, then cupped around her bare derriere and lifted her.
    He slid inside more easily than she’d expected,given her state of virginity. But he was still big, and filled her until she had to tip her hips to find a more comfortable position.
    Her legs were pressed against the steering wheel and back of the truck seat, and she could hear the rubber soles of Connor’s work boots as they came in contact with the driver’s-side door. His chest rose and fell with the heavy force of his breaths, in synch with her own.
    When he thrust even deeper, she gasped, a slight burning assaulting her tender, innocent passage. He stopped moving and lifted his head, giving her time to adjust to his invasion.
    â€œYou okay?” he asked, looking down at her with eyes the color of melted chocolate, tiny beads of perspiration dotting his brow.
    Her teeth sawed delicately on her bottom lip, more out of habit than any real pain. “I’m fine.”
    He didn’t look as if he believed her, so she reached up to brush a loose lock of hair out of his eyes, a comforting smile lifting her lips.
    â€œI’m fine, really.” And then she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down. “But I don’t think we’re finished yet.”
    Seconds passed while strain continued to etch his face. Then suddenly, the lines tipping down his mouth lifted as he grinned back at her. “No, ma’am. We’re just getting started.”
    His kiss was soft and tender as he took her lips and began moving his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Friction built, like a length of silk being dragged over sandstone. The faster he moved, the tighter the coil of sweettension grew, winding low in her belly until she wanted to scream.
    And then she did, as the dam seemed to break and a keen, clawing pleasure unlike any she’d ever experienced before washed over her. She continued to shudder with tiny aftershocks while Connor rocked into her once, twice, three times more before going rigid with his own overwhelming completion.
    They lay there for long minutes, struggling to regain their equilibrium. Connor’s rough jaw tickled her cheek, his uneven breathing whispering in her ear.
    Her arms and legs were still