Wesley brought his mouth to hers again and shifted so that his body was on top of hers, his full weight down on her, his hips pressing into hers. He pushed her arms over her head and she smiled—this she was used to. But instead of holding her down by her wrists, Wesley twined his fingers into hers. Something caught in her chest at the simple gesture of tenderness.

Pausing from the kiss, Wesley pulled back and looked down at her and searched her face as though he couldn’t believe she was real.

“Please tell me this means as much to you as it does to me,” he begged.

Nora swallowed a lump in her throat. “I’m terrified, Wes. I think it may even mean more to me.”

Shaking his head, he smiled. “Not possible.”

Wesley released her hands and pulled her into his arms. His body radiated warmth and she couldn’t seem to get enough of his skin. She wrapped a leg over his back and Wesley pressed his forehead to the center of her chest. Nora felt a flutter of fear when she remembered this was Wesley and he would never have sex with anyone he wasn’t in love with. The only person she’d ever had sex with who loved her was Søren. Søren…

“Wes, stop for a second.”

Wesley pulled away from her and she saw the fear in his eyes.

“I wasn’t hurting you, was I?”

She rolled up and pulled her legs to her chest.

“No, you weren’t hurting me at all. I just…” She panted a little. “I just need a second. I told you, I’ve never had vanilla sex before.”

Wesley laughed a little.

“Are you a virgin, too?”

She met his eyes and smiled.

“Guess so.”

Wesley reached out and ran his hand through her hair.

“Nora, I don’t think I can do what you do. I’ve never even had normal sex much less…you know.”

Nora took short breaths. “I know. I’ll try, too.”

She pulled Wesley to her again. She wasn’t sure how to do this, how to just let go and let him make love to her. They kissed and he pushed her onto her back. A strange panic set it. This wasn’t who she was. Nora Sutherlin didn’t have vanilla sex. She didn’t do missionary position. The last time she had sex on her back and face-to-face was with Søren, and she’d been in four-point restraints. She didn’t know the rules to this game. But she knew if this happened, if they made love right now, he would believe she loved him as much as he loved her. He wasn’t just giving her his body. He was giving her his heart.

“Talk to me, Wesley,” she begged. He grew more courageous with every kiss. His hands roamed over her arms, her breasts, and even slid between her legs and caressed her through the fabric of her silk pajamas. “Tell me what you want to do.”

Wesley placed a hand on the side of her face and caressed her cheekbone with his thumb.