She would gladly be his this night, and for as many more as he would have her. She was too young and naive to know any better, and too forgiving a nature to let herself be swayed by popular opinion when her own experiences were showing her nothing but a tom worthy of loving with all her heart.

She rolled her hips against his hand, growing more eager with ever passing moment, every maddening touch. She wanted more, needed more, and there was a pleading note to her whimpers as she rained soft little kisses on his neck and shoulders.