A Long Tall Texan Summer: Tom Walker by Diana Palmer

against his damp chest. When she relaxed, he kissed her eyes and soothed her. But he was still capable and showed no signs of tiring.
    "Didn't...you?" she whispered shyly.
    His lean hand smoothed over her disheveled hair. "Not yet," he whispered back, smiling. "I'm enjoying you far too much to let it end for me just yet." He hesitated. "I'm not hurting you?"
    "No!"
    "Not even when I do this?" he breathed, and pushed down hungrily.
    She groaned, her legs wrapping around him hungrily. "No!" she gasped.
    He laughed wickedly as he turned her a little
    roughly under him and began to kiss her all over again. "If only I could stop time,” he whispered into her open mouth. And then he felt the heat rising in him, too, and it was impossible
    to say anything else.
    "Elysia."
    She heard the deep voice and opened her eyes. The light beside the bed was on. But it wasn't her bed.
    And there was a masculine face that needed a shave looming just above her own.
    Her eyes opened wider. "Tom?"
    He nodded. He touched her swollen lips tenderly.
    "It's two in the morning. Wake up."
    She searched his eyes. There was no reticence
    there now, no shame or guilt. But there was love, and
    deep pride.
    She smiled.
    He smiled back. He bent and touched his mouth lightly to hers. "Come on," he whispered.
    "Get up
    now."
    He pulled the covers off slowly and looked at her while she looked at him. Her face colored a little, but
    she didn't avert her eyes until they were full of him. She looked up into his eyes.
    "I've never seen a man without his clothes. Not even you, before."
    "I've never seen a woman," he whispered. "You look as sweet as you feel."
    Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html She smiled. "So do you."
    He cocked a wicked eyebrow. "I feel sweet?"
    She colored again. "You tortured me," she whispered.
    "I know." He bent and touched his lips tenderly to the tip of her firm breast. "I tortured myself, too. I never dreamed it would feel like that. The first time was good, but this was...indescribable," he said finally.
    "You cried out," she whispered, searching his eyes. "Your whole body convulsed for so long that it frightened me."
    "You aren't the only one it frightened," he managed to say huskily. "No book I ever read prepared me for what I felt."
    "Yes, I understand what you mean." She touched his chest, letting her fingers curl into the thick, black hair on it. "You aren't ashamed?" she asked, because she had to know.
    He shook his head. His eyes narrowed. "Unless you were taking something, we made a baby," he whispered.
    She let out her breath very slowly. "I never thought of taking anything," she confessed. "I...would like another child, with you."
    His face fascinated her. It was like the sun coming out. He gathered her against him in a rough, affectionate hug and growled into her throat. "Oh, God, how I love you!" he said roughly. "Love you, with all that I am, all I know, all I feel. I'll never stop, not as long as I live."
    "Neither will I," she moaned, holding him close. "Oh, Tom, we're not married and I'm going to be pregnant again...!"
    "I've got a license in my pocket," he murmured
    huskily. "That's why you have to wake up and get
    dressed."
    She was confused. "What? But how, when...?"
    "I applied for it two weeks ago, and told them to get your blood test from your doctor."
    "He said I had to have a blood test because someone who'd been in my shop had meningitis, the
    wicked devil!" she gasped.
    "Dr. Morris is a good man," he murmured. "So when I mentioned this license to him, he was glad to help
    me out."
    "I'll have him shot," she muttered.
    He chuckled. "No, you won't, because we can be married in a couple of hours." He glanced at the clock. "We'll have to put on some clothes, though, or people will stare. Especially at you," he added
    when he drew back. "God, what a body!"
    Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html She chuckled, all her shyness gone. She got to