The Tycoon's Misunderstood Bride by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

was really as soft as it looked. 
     
    She had very little body fat, he realized and her stomach actually curved inward.  But his mind was too distracted to think of her health at the moment.  He wanted to find another spot that would give him those sounds again.  He moved back up to her breasts, then back down, finding another spot on her rib cage.  Interesting, he thought with a smile, then moved farther down her body. 
     
    Suddenly, he stood up and lifted her into his arms, laying her in the middle of his massive bed.  He quickly divested her of those horrible black stockings, bringing her underwear with them as he tossed her remaining clothing behind him.  Staring down at her, he couldn’t believe how perfectly formed she was.  There wasn’t much fat on her, but those legs were long and lean, with sexy calves and elegant thighs.  Thighs that he wanted to explore just as much as he wanted that stomach, he thought.  With a grin, he traveled up her leg, starting at the arch of her foot and was rewarded with a jerk of her leg and more of that cute mewling sound he was beginning to find himself addicted to. 
     
    He almost laughed when he found another spot on the back of her leg, kissing and nuzzling there until she pulled away from him suddenly.  He grabbed her leg, not allowing her to move too far.  With a hand at each of her ankles, he pulled her right back towards him.  He didn’t see the terrified look in her eyes, but when she refused to open her legs to his exploring mouth, he could only chuckle at her reticence . 
     
    “ F ine, but I’ll get there later,” he promised, moving back up her body, nibbling on her hip bone, her stomach, kissing that sweet, beautiful spot right above her pubic hair that told him that she was ready for him.  He could smell her arous al and the scent of her created a throbbing need in him that he could no longer avoid.  With a swift movement , he stood up next to the bed and divested himself of his clothes, then came back up, looking at her body, her legs as they refused to open for him but he simply smiled and shook his head as he laid down beside her. 
     
    His hand moved along her hip, tickling her skin while his mouth moved back to her breast, teasing with both his hand s and his mouth and he could feel the resist ance come out of her body as he erotically assaulted her from both angles.  When he felt her legs move against his hand, felt her muscles relax, he moved in, shifting his weight over her. 
     
    With one hand, he lifted her knee so it was resting against his hip while he found her heat with his erection.  Probing gently, he closed his eyes with the wetness, her hot body closing around him and he pushed into her, gritting his teeth at how tight she was.  And when she lifted her hips upwards, pressing against him, he almost lost the battle for control.  But no!  She wasn’t going to make him lose it, he thought yet again and took several deep breaths to try and remain calm.  But then her hands lifted and he felt her fingers against his bare chest.  That tender touch, her tentative, soft fingers curling in his chest hair was his undoing.  He couldn’t help it when he pushed harder, fi l ling her up and growling when he felt her completely close around him.  There was only a small amount of resistance and he opened his eyes, pushing harder so she could take all of him and she gasped, cringing in pain and closing her eyes. 
     
    Jason froze.  He couldn’t move as he looked down at their connected bodies.  He was now buried inside her but there was something wrong.  She wasn’t feeling pleasure anymore.  She was actually crying?  He’d never had a woman cry on him before .  And what had just happened? 
     
    Damn!  Emm a Mason was a virgin!  She hadn’t slept with all those men her father had accused her of and he just roughly gave her an introduction to sex!  He could have been more gentle, more considerate and instead, he’d pushed