He pushed his rough thigh between her soft legs and Jane spread open for him. “I’ll do my best to make this as painless as—”

“Take me!”

He pushed into her warm wetness and took a deep breath. He wanted to control himself, but the overwhelming feeling of being inside her made him mad. He thrust again, rocking a bit farther this time. Then he kissed her mouth and slid in to the hilt.

Jane winced.

Not moving inside of her, he kissed the side of her eye, her ear, her cheek. “Are you all right?” he whispered.

“I will be. Show me the rest.”

That was all Garrett needed. He pulled out slowly and plunged in again. He repeated the action, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Instead, a slow smile soon spread across her face.

He pressed his forehead hard against hers and stroked into her again and again. He clenched his jaw. He needed to make this good for her too.

His hand worked its way between her legs and found the little nub of pleasure there. Jane’s eyes widened. He rubbed her up and down, over and over until she slid into another climax.

Her inner muscles clamped him and Garrett was lost. He pumped into her again one final time and wrapped his arms around her fiercely. He groaned her name while shudders racked his entire frame.

*   *   *

“That was … incredible,” Jane said moments later, tugging the sheets over her still-trembling body.

He pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his belly. “That’s what you said the last time we were intimate.”

“I’m much more eloquent when you’re not touching me.”

He traced his finger along her collarbone. “That’s too bad, because I find that I cannot stop touching you.”

“You’re v—very good, you know.” Jane did her best to concentrate, despite the fact that he was already making her hot and wet again.

“Are you saying you prefer a rake after all?”

“I suppose I do.”

“Then I hate to disappoint you, but I am not and never have been a rake.”

She leaned up on one elbow to look at him. Her dark hair fell over one shoulder. “What are you talking about? Lucy always said how popular you were with ladies and—”

“Popular as a friend, yes, and I do admit to a certain amount of experience, but hardly of the sort you convicted me of in your head.”

Jane fell back to the mattress and bounced slightly. “I suppose that’s what I get for being such a know-it-all.”

He buried his nose in her hair and nipped her ear. “I never called you that.”

“No, but you were thinking it.”

He rested his chin atop her head. “You do tend to pontificate upon every subject. However, if you weren’t such a know-it-all, Isabella may have thought she’d got away with her handwriting subterfuge.”