"You'll thank me later," he vowed.
"And perhaps," she murmured, her dark eyes suddenly far more seductive than they had any right to be, "you'll thank me as well."
Simon felt her thighs slide apart as he settled his body against hers, his manhood hot against her belly. "I already do," he said, his words melting into her skin as he kissed the hollow of her shoulder. "Believe me, I already do."
Never had he been so thankful for the hard-won control he had learned to exert over himself.
His entire body ached to plunge into her and finally make her his in truth, but he knew that this night, their wedding night, was for Daphne, not for him.
This was her first time. He was her first lover, her only lover, he thought with uncharacteristic savagery, and it was his responsibility to make certa
