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  “Oh, you were a wild animal, Rima. A tigress. If only I’d known what a glass of wine would do to you,” he shook his head, eyes wide.

  Oh my.

  Rima was stunned, absolutely stunned.

  “I’m kidding,” he winked. “You fell asleep on my shoulder at the dinner table. I carried you to bed.”

  Rima felt her face turn beet red.

  She wasn’t used to this new, joking Magnum.

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  “Don’t be,” he told her. “You were adorable. And besides, it means we get to do this on a full night’s sleep.”

  There was the hint of a growl in his voice which had every cell of her body instantly swooning in anticipation.

  But Rima was still nervous.

  “Now? I mean, don’t you want breakfast first?”

  “No, I don’t want breakfast, I want you,” he said, slowly approaching the bed.

  “Isn’t it weird to do this during the day? Everyone’s awake,” she said.

  He shook his head.

  “They all went to town twenty minutes ago for brunch and a movie. We’ve got the place to ourselves for hours and hours and hours.”

  Hours and hours and hours…

  He was closer now, standing at the foot of the bed, so that she could see every muscle, every vein.

  She gazed up into his hazel eyes.

  He smiled down kindly at her.

  “We don’t have to do this, love,” he assured her. “We can have breakfast. We can go for a walk. Hell, we can join the others in town and go to the movies as well. We can take it as slowly as you’d like.”

  Sheer panic flooded her veins at the thought that he might not make love to her immediately.

  Yet she was feeling too shy to talk.

  So Rima crawled down to the bottom of the bed, knelt, and placed a hand on either side of his waist, leaning her head against his abs.

  He sighed and she heard the air rush out of his lungs, felt the towel press against her breasts, evidence that for all his patient talk, his need for her was as urgent as hers for him.

  Acting quickly, so as not to overthink it, Rima released the towel from around his waist.

  “Rima,” he breathed, a warning.

  But she was already gazing down at him. He was so stiff, so swollen. She hadn’t even touched him. Yet.

  Rima reached out a cautious finger and made contact.

  His skin was surprisingly tender, velvet over steel.

  He sighed again.

  Emboldened, she wrapped a hand around his girth and squeezed gently.

  His massive organ pulsed as if squeezing her back.

  Surrendering to a wild impulse, she leaned forward to deposit a kiss on the tip.

  Magnum groaned.

  Then he was lifting her up by her ribcage, lying her down on the bed.

  “Magnum,” she whispered in protest.

  “You’ll make me crazy,” he growled.

  “Good,” she muttered. “You’ve been making me crazy for months.”

  “What’s that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Oh, nothing,” she said quickly, hoping they could skip the conversation and get to the good part. She was feeling very anxious to get started.

  “No. No, I think you just said I’ve been making you crazy for months,” Magnum said, curling a finger under her chin to encourage her to look at him.

  His hazel eyes were dark with desire.

  Rima held her breath.

  “Rima, my love, I’m going to do my best to show you what being driven crazy feels like,” he said.

  Then his mouth was on hers, warm and firm.

  The feeling was so satisfying. She felt anchored, yet light as a feather all at the same time.

  Magnum wrapped a big hand around her cheek. He was so strong, yet he held her as if she were a baby bird, so fragile.

  But Rima didn’t feel fragile.

  She nipped his lower lip, arching her back to press her breasts against his bare chest.

  His intake of breath told her she had affected him.

  Suddenly the hand that cupped her cheek was thumbing her jaw open roughly. Magnum’s tongue sought hers, stroking, coaxing.

  Rima felt herself melting inside.

  And this was only a kiss.

  She surrendered to his demanding mouth, wishing he would keep going forever but also wishing he was inside her already.

  At last he allowed her to take a breath.

  She opened her eyes.

  He had leaned back on his elbow to study her. As soon as he saw that she was watching, he reached out slowly to unbutton the top button of her pajamas.

  Rima felt her breath catch in her throat.

  But he was already unbuttoning the second and the third buttons. At last, the final button was released and the flannel gaped open, reveling a line of honey-brown skin from her neck down to her belly button.

  “Mm,” Magnum said appreciatively.

  Rima held her breath.

  He skimmed a hand down the exposed path.

  Her every nerve ending tingled.

  He slid his hand under one side of the top and pushed it aside to reveal her right breast.

  Rima studied his face, wondering what he would think. Her breasts were large and her areolas were wide and brown, so unlike the dainty, pink nipples her friends had.

  Magnum bit his lip and leaned in.

  She felt her nipple stiffen further in anticipation.

  Magnum cupped her breast in his large hand, then brushed his thumb over her sensitive nipple.

  Rima whimpered.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked, a concerned look on his face.

  She shook her head.

  He smiled, and turned his attention back to her breast, caressing the nipple again, then leaning down to brush his lips against it.

  Rima tried desperately not to whimper again, or arch her back, or do anything that might distract him from his exploration.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, sliding her pajama top off her left breast as well.

  Rima waited to see what he would do.

  Magnum lowered his head once more, nuzzling and nipping at her left breast as he caressed her right with his hand.

  Rima lost control, and arched up into his mouth, tangling her fingers in his hair.

  Magnum responded immediately, licking her nipples and sucking them into his mouth, first one, then the other.

  Rima felt the pleasure rip through her body. Her heart was trying to beat out of her chest.

  He was only lying beside her, put she could feel his erection pressed stiffly against her thigh. The knowledge that he wanted her so badly amped her up further.

  He moved lower, tickling her belly with the shadow on his jaw.

  “Lift your hips,” he said.

  She obeyed.

  He ripped her pajama bottoms off her in one swift motion.

  Rima closed her eyes, fighting the instinct to cover herself with her hands.

  She had never been with a man before, but that wasn’t the issue. She was glad about that, so glad that her first time would be with Magnum.

  No, she was shy because of the way she looked. She wasn’t thin, she wasn’t muscular, she had curves, and only some of them were in the locations where society would lead a person to believe curves should be found.

  She had no idea what Magnum was expecting to see, but if he’d gotten his impression of what was under a woman’s clothes from watching television, she was pretty sure her body would be a disappointment.

  And to top it all off, she was ashamed of being ashamed.

  Her body was strong and resilient and had served her well. In the age of #RealWomenHaveCurves she ought to have been proud and confident.

  Instead, all she could think of was how unbelievably gorgeous Magnum was and how richly he deserved to be with a woman whose body made him feel the way his made her feel.

  “Rima,” his voice was so soft.

  She ope
ned her eyes, trying not to cringe from him.

  Magnum gazed down at her body, his jaw tight, his hazel eyes burning with lust.

  “Rima, my god,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Tears of relief and gratitude prickled at her eyes, and his handsome face went blurry.

  “Rima, my love, what’s wrong?” he asked, lowering himself beside her again.

  Unable to speak, she rolled on her side and buried her face in his chest, sobbing.

  “We won’t do this today,” he told her. “We’ll wait until you’re ready. I’ll wait forever, if I have to. There is no more need to rush.”

  “No,” she sobbed into his gorgeous pecs. “I’m crying because I’m happy.”

  There was a moment of silence, filled only with Rima’s tears.

  “You don’t sound happy,” Magnum said uncertainly.

  “I’m so happy,” she howled.

  His chest jumped as he began to chuckle.

  “Don’t you believe me?” she sniffed, raising her head to look up at him.

  “Sure, I believe you,” he told her. “But why don’t you go get cleaned up, get dressed and I’ll make you some breakfast? Then we can come back and try this again if you’re still… happy about it.”

  Oh, no. No, that was not going to work.

  Desperate measures had to be taken.

  Rima kissed him, hard, and slid one hand down his back to sink her nails into his buttock.

  He stilled at first, then kissed her back with a wild passion, tilting his hips into her so that she could feel the steel of him against her belly.

  Then at last he was kissing the sensitive skin of her neck, suckling her nipples, mouthing her belly and moving down, down.

  When he nuzzled her there, it took everything Rima had not to press her legs together.

  But the thought of him deciding to stop again made her head want to explode, so she forced herself to relax.

  Magnum pressed her thighs apart eagerly.

  Rima held her breath, holding back a moan as he parted her curls with long fingers.

  When he lowered his face to her, she let her head fall back on the pillow.

  His hot breath caressed her inner thighs.

  Then his tongue gently teased her opening.

  “Oh,” she whimpered.

  “Good girl,” he crooned, the movements of his lips against her doing crazy things to her.

  He caressed her again with his tongue, this time penetrating slightly.

  “Ohh,” she moaned, her hips quivering.

  Magnum growled and fell on her ruthlessly, lapping wildly at her, spreading her wider with his fingers, licking and sucking as if her juices were precious.

  Rima felt her mind swim. Delirious pleasure spread in her chest.

  She felt the pressure build in her body and was reminded of a trip to Niagara Falls as a child - the mist that hung in the air and the churning rush of all that roaring water.

  Magnum lifted his tongue to caress the tiny bud at the top of her opening.

  Rima cried out helplessly.

  He stroked it again. One, twice, three times.

  She mewled and stiffened under his touch, desperate for release.

  He pressed a long finger into her, and suckled her clitoris into his mouth, manipulating it with his tongue.

  The pleasure exploded around her and Rima felt an ecstasy so intense it was almost like flying. Higher and higher she soared until it brought her down at last, crushing his finger in waves of rapture.

  25

  Magnum

  Magnum continued to caress and tease her tender little opening, long after the tremors of her climax were done.

  The experience had been so exciting, so breathtaking. Her juices still ran down his chin.

  His own body screamed for satisfaction. Seeing her so responsive, so lost under his touch had excited him beyond belief.

  He prayed to the gods of Man not to let him lose control before the proper time. Already he was struggling not to press himself into the mattress for relief.

  “Magnum,” she sighed.

  He smiled into her thigh, then applied himself to her mysterious folds and crevices again.

  She tasted so lush, like ripe fruit, he couldn’t stop.

  When her hips began to wriggle and her breathing sped up again, he knew she was ready for him.

  He crawled up to her, one hand still cupping her curls.

  “Magnum.” She smiled up at him, her eyes shining.

  “You’re amazing,” he told her. “So beautiful, such a beautiful, wonderful woman.”

  She blushed, and he stroked a finger against her opening. The hot liquid there made his heart stutter. She was ready. Her body was prepared for him. All for Magnum.

  She trembled in his arms as he continued to tease her.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” he asked, teasing her with his words now, too.

  “You know,” she said.

  “No, I don’t know. What would make my bride happy?”

  “I want you to be inside me,” she told him softly, her brown eyes pleading.

  “They say it hurts the first time, for women,” he said, saddened that this claiming would mean pain for her.

  “Then hopefully we’ll do it more than once,” she whispered mischievously.

  Magnum laughed and kissed her.

  He loved her, oh, he loved her so. She was innocent but she was not naive, as he once had thought. They would learn the ways of Man together.

  “Are you ready, my angel,” he asked her.

  “Yes,” she smiled up at him, her dark curls splayed across the pillow, her eyes sparking as if she were filled with starlight.

  “I will always love you,” he told her, taking his rigid organ in his hand and pressing gently against the heavenly heat of her.

  “I will always love you too,” she whispered, gazing into his eyes as if she were trying to experience his pleasure as well as her own.

  Magnum pressed into her satiny opening. She pulsed around him and he had to pause a moment to regain his control.

  “It doesn’t hurt,” she told him.

  He smiled down at her.

  “Tell me if it does,” he asked.

  She nodded and tilted her hips up to envelop him a bit more, the little vixen.

  Magnum set his jaw against the pleasure, determined to go slowly.

  He tasted heaven as he pressed into her blissfully snug passage.

  It was such a tight fit that he wondered fleetingly if he had already broken her hymen, when he felt himself blocked at last.

  “Hold me tight,” he whispered to her.

  She nodded.

  He leaned down to kiss her, softly at first. Then her tongue sought his and he kissed her in earnest.

  When he felt her nails sink into his biceps, he pressed forward.

  She made a small sound against his mouth.

  Then the resistance gave way and suddenly she surrounded him entirely.

  He held still, in spite of the symphony in every cell of his body, telling him to bury himself in her again and again.

  “Are you alright?” he whispered in her ear.

  “It feels so good,” she whispered back, stoking his lust higher still.

  “Can I move?” he asked, trying not to beg.

  “Yes,” she whispered, moving sinuously beneath him.

  Magnum went slowly for as long as he could bear it, filling her and retreating only to give them both the delirious feeling of filling her again.

  But when her breath began to catch in her throat with every thrust he knew it was time at last.

  “Rima, my love,” he said, “my beautiful angel. It’s time.”

  “Yes,” she bit her lip and jogged her hips up to meet him.

  He slid his hand between them and found that tiny bundle of nerves that had brought her such delight before.

  She cried out.

  He filled her again and felt her body t
ightening rhythmically around him. He was mesmerized by the exquisite sensation.

  His own pleasure took him like a tidal wave. He lost himself in it, lost everything to the rush of joy. There was only Rima. And he was inside her and holding her and breathing her in. Her sighs filled his ears, and her scent enveloped him.

  The language of Man would say that he had taken her, but it was really she who had taken him, and he would belong to her now, for all his days.

  26

  Rima

  Rima stepped out onto the dock, cradling a mug of blackberry tea between her hands to warm them in the cold December air.

  It was probably too cold to go for a walk, but she was having a hard time concentrating on anything today.

  Posey was downstairs putting a thousand pearl encrusted combs into Georgia’s long auburn hair. The two of them had been at their beauty routine all day in preparation for the wedding tonight.

  But Rima couldn’t seem to sit still for the pedicures and moisturizing and make-up and primping. Posey had rolled her eyes and told her that her skin was always flawless anyway.

  Georgia had cocked her head and asked if Rima was having cold feet. Which caused a comb to fall out of her hair, which made Posey use a bad word. Rima had stifled a giggle and let them know she was fine.

  And then she’d slipped on her sneakers, made some hot tea and gone for a walk with it out in the field.

  It was strange how a few years spent at college made her appreciate the natural beauty of her home. Rima sat down on the dock and watched the afternoon sun turn the sky and pond water pink as it went down.

  When the sun disappeared, Rima and Posey and Georgia would get married.

  The boys had been out all day. Earl Road had arrived for them in the early morning in his pick-up truck. She was pretty sure that they weren’t doing the primping stuff the girls were. And she hoped they weren’t having a wild bachelor party, but somehow she didn’t expect that was the case. Stargazer at noon wasn’t exactly Vegas.

  More likely, it had something to do with the location of the wedding, which had not yet been shared with the girls.

  Rima didn’t really care where it happened. She had never been the kind of girl who dreamed about her wedding day. She had felt connected to Magnum since the day she’d met him. There was no need for the words to be said - they were a pair. Forever.