Free A Man Apart by Joan Hohl

fumbling with the buttons on his shirt when an errant but important realization stilled her fingers.
    â€œYou need to know that I’m not on any kind of birth control. I haven’t used anything for over two years now.”
    He frowned at her statement. “That’s pretty risky, isn’t it?”
    â€œNot at all.” She shook her head, a bittersweet smile shadowing her lips. “I…haven’t…er…indulged—” She broke off to shake her head once more. “You know.”
    â€œYou haven’t had sex in two years?” His voice, his startled expression, hovered somewhere between amazement and disbelief. “Are you serious?”
    â€œYes.” She sighed.
    His expression turned pained. “You don’t like sex?”
    She had to smile. “Well, I don’t dislike it.” She sighed again. “It’s just that,” she lifted her shoulders in a hapless shrug when his frown deepened to a near scowl. “I haven’t felt attracted…that way…to a man, any man, since I ended a relationship a little more than two years ago.”
    â€œWhy did you end the relationship?” he asked, in a tone that said he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know.
    â€œIt was mutual,” she answered. “It simply wasn’t working for either of us.”
    â€œWhat wasn’t working?” His gaze probed intently into hers. “The sex?”
    â€œWell…yes,” Hannah confessed, lowering her eyes to the allure of his half-naked chest, suddenly aware of her own near nakedness. “I owe it to you to admit that I fear I may be, uh…unresponsive.” She drew a deep breath before rushing on, “I’ve never had an orgasm.”
    â€œYou’re kidding.”
    Tired of feeling like a feminine failure, Hannah lifted her head and boldly stared straight into his shocked eyes. “No, I am not kidding. Dammit, do you think any sane woman would kid about something so serious?”
    â€œNo, I suppose not,” he agreed. Then he asked, “You said you wanted me. Did you mean it, or were you just experimenting with me?”
    â€œI meant it.” Hannah’s tone was filled with conviction. “I do want you.”
    â€œGood,” Justin purred, the flame of desire flaring again in his eyes. Lowering his head, he brushed a taunting kiss over her mouth. “Then let’s get on with it, see if we can’t give you that orgasm.”
    The mere brush of his mouth robbed her of breath, sent her senses whirling.
    â€œWhat about…um,” she said between quick breaths, “protection?”
    Justin smiled. “Luckily for us,” he said, shoving his hand in a jeans pocket and retrieving a foil-wrapped package, “I do practice safe sex.”

Six
    H annah lay where Justin had placed her, right in the center of the queen-size bed and watched as he stretched his long length next to her.
    â€œHannah, Hannah,” he murmured. “What am I gonna do with you?”
    She gasped and opened her eyes in wide innocence. “You need instructions?”
    Justin laughed gently. “That does it, sweetheart. Now you are really gonna get it.”
    â€œReally, really?” Hannah curled her arms around his neck to bring his mouth back to hers.She was thoroughly enjoying herself, never before had she teased and laughed while making love. “Will I like it?”
    â€œLet’s find out,” he whispered, taking command of her mouth with his.
    Deepening his kiss, he slid a hand over her shoulder, down her chest to the rounded slope of her breast. Gasping, Hannah arched her back, seeking more of his exciting touch. Growling into her mouth, he cupped her breast, found the hardening peak with his fingers.
    Heat flowed like molten lava from the rigid peak to the core of her femininity. Hannah was on fire. She couldn’t breathe but she didn’t care. She wanted more and