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the beads of water glistening on his skin and his eyes were sparkling like the surface of the lake when the sun hit it. Pulling her to him, he kissed her, running his hands under her shirt and peeling it over her head.
    As always, his touch set her on fire. Every fiber ached, longing for his hands, his mouth, craving him like an addict craves heroin.
    “Where are the boys?” he asked, his hands preoccupied with the button on her jeans.
    “Watching that video they like,” Jessica said pulling him to her lips. “Make love to me.”
    “Every day of my life,” he purred and stripped her clothing, maneuvering her onto the bed, his towel discarded along the way.
    Each stroke of his hands, each flick of his tongue, each graze of his lips created a wake of ecstasy that rippled through her body, eliciting moans she muffled with the back of her hand.
    He worked his way back to her mouth, sliding his hard cock into her dripping pussy, satiating her, and she met his thrust, pulling his hardness further into her, filling her and tendrils of pleasure spread through her making her gasp for breath. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, pushing it away from his face as he stared down at her, his hips moving leisurely, relishing the slow burn.
    “I love you...Mrs. Ryan,” he said, the grin surfacing again.
    “Back at you, Mr. Ryan.” Heat spread through her, cresting and she arched, her eyes rolling back at the power of the orgasm. Every muscle tightened, heightening the pleasure with each stroke of his cock. “Oh God, Chris!”
    * * * *
    The sheer bliss of being inside her overwhelmed him and he lost control, speeding up the motion of his hips, thrusting deeper with each pass until his muscles seized and an eruption of semen shot inside her, triggering another sweet orgasm on her part. Aftershocks gripped him and he collapsed on top of her, relishing the curve of her neck, the warmth of her pussy and the tickle of her breath.
    Chris sighed and propped himself up on his elbows, studying the swirl pattern of her eyes before glancing at the bedroom door, sending out his sixth sense to see what the boys were up to. He offered Jessica a half smile. “We left them to their own devices a little too long. They’re getting into trouble.”
    He closed his eyes and sent out the command for CJ and Tommy to sit back down on the couch and then opened his eyes back up. “That will hold them for a few minutes.” He slipped off her and went to find some clean clothes.
    * * * *
    Jessica stretched then climbed out of the bed following the path of discarded clothing, putting each garment back on. “Chris?”
    “Hmmm?” He stepped out from the closet, zipping up his jeans.
    “Why did you take so long to ask?”
    He pulled his sweater over his head then met her gaze. “You never mentioned marriage so I thought maybe it wasn’t really what you wanted.” He walked over to her and took her hands. “I got the rings after the boys were born but it took me this long to get up the nerve.”
    Jessica put her hand on his cheek. “I would have said yes the day I made the decision to be with you. I thought you knew that.”
    He shifted and dropped his eyes to the floor. “I never believed you really wanted to be with me.”
    “Are you honestly that insecure?”
    He nodded , meeting her gaze. “I’ve always been where you’re concerned. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and this will all be a dream.” He touched her face and kissed her gently. “We have to get downstairs before they destroy the family room.” He pulled away from her lips and led her out of the room.
    Half way down the stairs, his words sunk in. “Rings?”
    He smiled back at her. “I bought matching wedding bands.”
    “Can I see them?”
    “As soon as we get lunch for the kids.” He headed down the stairs. The pillows, throw blankets and cushions from the couch were strewn over the living room floor and the boys were sitting on the cushion-less couch looking up