Dreaming of You by Jennifer McNare Read Free Book Online

self-reflection.  His sister’s life was at stake, and right now that was what mattered most.  “You can stop now.  I am ready.”  
    Her hand stilled at once at the gentle command.  Slowly, Melody rolled onto her back, her body tensing in apprehension.    
    “Would you like me to… help prepare you?” Gavin had bedded more women than he could count over the years, yet once again he felt like a discomfited adolescent.  
    If possible, her body tensed even more at the suggestion.   Prepare her , what on earth did that mean?  Would he touch her, like she had touched him?  Down there?  The thought caused her heart to skip a beat.  Oh lord, she didn’t think she could handle having him touch her like that.  The thought was absolutely mortifying.  “No, I…I am prepared,” she said quickly, a little too quickly perhaps.  
    Gavin noted the sudden panic in her voice and sought to calm her.  “It might make it easier for you, that is all.  With this being your first time, I just…I do not want to hurt you anymore than is necessary.”  Then again, she was so obviously nervous and afraid that it probably wouldn’t help anyhow.  He doubted she could relax enough to respond to any sort of foreplay, and certainly not enough to enjoy it.  Perhaps it was best to get on with it.  Keep it short and simple so to speak.  Not his usual style by any means, but their current circumstance was anything but usual.    
    “I will be fine,” she assured him.  “I understand that there will be pain the first time, but I can endure it.”  She hoped it was true.    
    Endure, that certainly wasn’t a term he was accustomed to hearing from his bed partners.  It was a bit like being doused with cold water.  He sighed.  He supposed he had best get on with it before he lost his erection all together.  “Alright then.”  Turning onto his side, he reached out his hand and felt a thin layer of fabric against her thigh and realized that she hadn’t removed her chemise.  It hardly mattered.  He pushed it upward, feeling the soft, smooth texture of her skin beneath his hand, the flesh of her thigh taut and firm.    
    Melody tried not to flinch at his touch, keeping her body still with the sheer strength of her willpower.  He moved above her, easing her legs apart with the gentle pressure of his knee.  She felt his manhood, hot and hard against her as he settled between her thighs.  She recalled the size of it in her hand and silently prayed that it wouldn’t rend her in two.  She felt the tip of it nudge against the opening between her legs and bit down anxiously on her lower lip.    
    “Try to relax,” Gavin coaxed softly, as he pressed against her soft cleft.    
    She tried not to tense as he exerted the slightest bit of pressure, pushing ever so slowly into her tight virginal passage with obvious difficulty.  Perhaps she should have allowed him to prepare her like he’d suggested, but it was too late now.  Despite her fear, and the increasing discomfort, she opened her legs wider, trying to make it easier for him and to get it over with as quickly as possible.  
    Gritting his teeth, Gavin did his best to go as slowly as possible, pressing into her bit by bit, allowing her body to adjust to his entry and to accommodate his size.  It wasn’t easy.  Finally he could progress no further.  “Ready?”  
     “Yes, I’m ready.”  She drew in a deep breath and clenched her teeth.  
    With one forceful thrust, Gavin breeched the barrier of her virginity.  
    Melody gasped in pain as he drove the full length of his manhood into her, gripping the sheets in her clenched fists as tears stung her eyes.  
    “Jesus, I’m sorry,” he said, knowing that he was hurting her and hating himself for it.  He remained motionless; hoping the worst of the pain would subside quickly.  
    His voice, heavy with anguish and remorse was touching.  Though he might not be in physical pain, she realized that he