“Well, you got it. The deed is done now.” He took a deep breath, began to pull out then stopped himself, pressing deep again. “Damn it to hell!”
“Please don’t stop,” she begged. “I know there’s more and I want it.” She wanted that orgasmic pleasure mentioned in the book—the sensation of floating among the stars and soaring over mountains and valleys that the gentlemen authors said both parties experience at the climax of the act. But Sarah couldn’t tell him she’d found his book, then he’d know she’d been snooping.
“How do you know?”
She met his icy gaze, with a pleading one, “I just do. I’ve heard and read about it. Please, please don’t stop. The discomfort has already eased.” She traced her hands down his forearms, then rested them on his hands. Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. “
