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aroused, and she couldn’t believe she had done that to him.
    But as she caressed him, she panicked—the same panic she’d felt whenever she moved out of her comfort zone. It was why she almost never left Aix.
    She was going through with this. Having sex with a strange man.
    And she didn’t know what she was doing.
    To give herself a moment to breathe, she asked, “Do you have a condom?” She had protection in her purse but didn’t feel coordinated enough to get it.
    “Of course.” He went to the bathroom and returned with the packet, shucking off his shoes, socks, and trousers.
    Her heart beat wildly, and she couldn’t take a full breath. “Are condoms part of the amenities here?” She spoke lightly to disguise her anxiety.
    “Naturally.” His tone had matched hers, but when his eyes focused on her, his expression changed. He sat beside her on the bed. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.”
    He frowned. “Something’s wrong. Do you still want to do this?”
    “I do. I definitely do.” She took a couple of deep breaths, his kind expression easing her minor panic attack. “But I need to tell you something.”
    She gulped and told herself it would be better to tell him the truth now, before the situation got even more awkward.
    There was nothing wrong with her still being a virgin. It wasn’t a deep, shameful secret she needed to hide.
    His gaze had sobered, but he said dryly, “If you tell me you’re really a man, I’m simply not going to believe you.”
    She giggled.
    His face had relaxed too, but his eyes were still watchful. “If you tell me you’re married, I’m going to be very disappointed.”
    “No,” she burst out. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just…it’s just this will be my first time. To have sex, I mean.”
    He sat very still for what seemed like a long time but was probably just a few seconds. She’d obviously surprised him.
    When she couldn’t wait anymore, she asked, “Is that all right?”
    His forehead creased. “Are you sure this is the way you want your first time?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “With a stranger.”
    Marietta’s lips tightened at the hesitation on his face. “It’s my choice, right? I’m a stranger to you, too. Surely you’re not going to act like you know better than I do about how I might want my first time.”
    “Of course not. If you really want to do this, I’m not about to argue.” He peered at her intently.
    Finally, she asked, “So did my shocking confession ruin things?”
    “No, your shocking confession didn’t ruin things.”
    She felt better. He was startled, but not horrified or turned off. “Good. For a minute, I wasn’t sure. Maybe you’re the kind of man who doesn’t feel comfortable deflowering a virg—”
    A burst of laughter cut her off. He grabbed her and lowered her on the mattress. “Did you just say ‘deflower’?”
    “Well, why not? It’s a perfectly good word.” His smile and the hot, hungry look smoldering in his eyes again—hotter and hungrier than before—sent shivers along her spine. “What other word am I supposed to use? I suppose I could say ‘devirginize,’ but it’s a little clunky.”
    His laughter blew against the flushed skin of her face. “Definitely clunky,” he agreed, then he kissed her.
    After that, things moved fast, blurring into heated urgency. They kissed until she was grinding her pelvis against his hip to get some friction on her throbbing arousal. Then he pulled off her panties and slid his fingers inside her.
    She sucked in a sharp breath and arched her back as he massaged her intimately, his eyes devouring her twisting naked body.
    “Oh God, Harry, please,” she gasped, clutching the bedding. She’d never felt so out of control before, like all that mattered in the world was feeling him satisfy this ache.
    Too eager to be embarrassed, she pulled off his underwear as soon as he removed his fingers. She stared down at his erection, instinctively reaching out to stroke the