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panties now, still scared to death, but so hungry to experience this man who had agreed to be a substitute for her husband. A man who would give her the children she’d always wanted. A man that admitted to loving her for many, many years. A man her heart had silently longed for, but never understood how deep that longing had been until now.
    She felt his trembling fingers slip beneath the sides of her panties, and slowly pulled them off.
    “I don’t think there’s going to be enough time tonight to tell you how beautiful I think you are, Jen.” His hand went to his chest and rubbed against it as if he was in pain.
    “Are you okay?” She softly asked. “Is something wrong?”
    In that moment his gaze locked with hers. They were silent for several seconds, and then he spoke. “You take the breath right out of my lungs. I’ve never been so freaking scared with a woman—ever.”
    She sat up and leaned her cool skin against his ignited frame. She cuddled into him and placed a light kiss on his chest. “My turn,” she stated as she indicated for him to come up to the pillows and lay down. She straddled his jean covered groin for a little while as she allowed her tongue to dance with his in a sensual and needful kiss. She permitted her hands to explore his firm muscles from his biceps to his hips; he was stunning.
    When her lips reached his sharply sculpted hip muscles, he was begging for her to take off his pants. She was surprised that he didn’t have any underwear under those jeans, shocked actually that the first thing to greet her eyes when she lowered the zipper was his tight erection, bulging, waiting, and eager for her touch.
    He lifted his hips and helped her get the material over his rounded buttocks. She’d never seen someone with such tight and shapely glutes. She scooped his willingness into her hands and kissed the shaft as his moans turned to something close to cries. But he apparently couldn’t take too much of her touch.
    He pulled at her shoulders, sliding her body over his, bringing her face to face with him. He appeared honestly surprised at the intimate position.
    She was ready to reach down and guide him in, when he rolled her to her back, dwarfing her with his muscled body. His hand trailed down to the place between her legs that literally felt as if it was smoldering with pent up need. She gasped; his fingers slipped between her folds and danced in her silky moisture.
    He was rubbing her clit in a tiny circle with his thumb while his index and middle finger worked inside her, and his mouth sucked in as much of her breast as he could. The sensation was peaking, pooling low in her body with a hunger to dive deep into the building orgasm. She couldn’t stop it now, there was no ending what he’d set in motion. She felt the spasm hit hard, causing her muscles to lock down on his fingers as it splashed through her senses as real as if she had dove into the river.
    She started to cry out, but his mouth suddenly covered hers, his tongue as welcomed inside her as his fingers. She hadn’t planned to enjoy this time with Gabe, but it appeared that her body had its own agenda for tonight.
    He was smiling as he pulled away from her. “I always wondered what it would be like to get you off.” He slid his thigh between her legs forcing them to part, and then bringing his body to be centered over her own. He reached down and grabbed his erection, sliding the head up and down against her entrance. “My god,” he whispered.
    “What?”
    “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
    “Never?”
    “I didn’t expect there to be such a difference in the sensation.” He kissed her once more and began to ease himself inside.
    Her hips were rising and falling, trying to draw him in deeper, but he countered her plea with his decision to savor this moment slowly.
    “I—I—can’t take it,” she begged. “I want all of you, please. I need you deep inside me, Gabe. I—I—ahhhh….” The sensation was