Free Her Secret Wish by J.M. Madden

anything,” she muttered lamely.
    He moved even more in front of her. “What do you mean no one has seen these?”
    God, did she really want to tell him? Not really, but she felt like she needed to. “No one other than medical personnel, that is. I haven’t been with anyone since I was injured.”
    She could hear the ticking of the tiny travel alarm clock on her bedside table, and the slow crumbling of her heart as the time stretched out interminably.
    When he moved in to kiss her, Rachel was surprised.
    “I’m honored to be the only lover you’ve ever exposed your injury to, Rachel. Thank you.”
    Those fucking tears were back and she didn’t know what to do with the battering emotions rocketing around inside her. Dean kissed her thoroughly, wiped her eyes then moved back around her. He kissed and accepted every inch of her incision scar in a way that she never expected any man would do.
    Hell, maybe it was just a bigger deal to her and he was placating her for sex. As soon as she had the thought, though, she knew she had inadvertently cheapened what they were doing. Dean would never do that and she trusted herself enough to know what she was doing.
    When he tugged at the button on her jeans, she was more than happy to help him, shrugging her bra away in the process. Rachel had a process for getting her panties down without bending over very much but Dean took care of that for her, kneeling in front of her with no hesitation. He tugged the lacy pink panties down her legs, sighing as he revealed the moist juncture of her thighs. Nudging her back against the mattress, she rocked onto her back, hands over her head. Dean parted her thighs and leaned between them. Before Rachel had a chance to say anything, he’d buried his mouth against her.
    Incredible euphoria stole her breath as he touched her, tongued her, in a place no one ever had before. The hours of arousal watching him, listening to him, smelling him, avalanched over her. With just a couple of strokes from his talented tongue, Dean gave her more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her life.
    Rachel screamed, then slammed a hand against her mouth, some inner sense of caution warning her that Mrs. Lightner would call the cops if she thought she was in trouble.
    Dean pulled away from her quivering flesh, giving her a grin, and stood up to remove his clothes. Rachel watched dazedly as he shucked everything to the floor, then ripped open a condom to sheathe his extraordinary erection. Rachel had a moment of worry as she caught sight of his incredible body, muscles delineated after many hundreds of hours in gyms. The man could probably bench press a car, but he used incredible care as he settled between her thighs. “Should I let you ride me,” he asked.
    Rachel gave the question serious thought. “No, I want you inside me just like this. If I’m uncomfortable, I’ll let you know.”
    He needed no further encouragement. Using one hand to guide the head of his cock inside her, he used the other to brace his body over top of her. Rachel lifted her thighs to rest outside his lean hips and she felt the stretch in her back and hips, but no pain.
    Dean slid inside her slowly, carefully, as if afraid she were made of glass. “You’re not hurting me, Dean. I promise.”
    Nuzzling his lips into her ear, he sighed. “Okay. Good. I’m just savoring the feel of you. I want to remember everything about our first time together.”
    She choked out a laugh, her heart shuddering all over again. He knew exactly what to say to her to make her emotions go haywire.
    Dean sighed as he reached the edge of her cervix, as deep inside her as he could get. Rachel pulsed around him, still recovering from her initial orgasm. Another quivered deep in her body as he began to move. That nebulous feeling began to build again. “Oh, Dean, you feel so damn good.”
    He bowed his head and kissed her, nibbling softly at her lips, then up her cheeks to her temple. When he reached the bruise at