"A virgin?" His voice dripped with disbelief as desire coursed between them. He stilled at her entrance, eyes searching hers. She looked away, unable to meet that searing intensity. "Damn it. Why didn't you mention this before signing?" His question hung heavy in the air. "You agreed to this contract knowing what you'd lose?" "Does it really change anything?" he pressed. Carla dismissed his doubts with a shake of her head. "It was irrelevant then. It's irrelevant now. Losing it was always going to happen—might as well be with you." Her expression shifted, turning molten with invitation. "Stop talking," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I'm dripping for you. Take me."