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back, head, and chest. She started
making silly little sounds, although she tried to stifle them since they made
her self-conscious.
    Something visceral was changing in Daniel’s body too. She
couldn’t quite pinpoint the signs of the change, since he was still caressing
her very carefully and often checking to make sure she liked it.
    But he was tenser now as he moved on top of her, and his
touch wasn’t quite as controlled. He took her breast in his mouth again, but
this time it felt more eager, more excited.
    She pressed up into his mouth, pushing his head down to hold
it in place as he suckled. It felt so good—and so frustrating at the same
time—that she couldn’t hold back a soft sobbing sound. One of her legs had
somehow wrapped around his hips, although she wasn’t conscious of moving it,
and she found herself shamelessly rubbing herself against his hip to ease the
ache at her center.
    As she rubbed, she found something else, so she rubbed
against that too.
    He groaned against her breast, his body tightening palpably
at her motion.
    “Do you think you’re ready, Jessica?” he asked, jerking his
head up and straightening his arms.
    “Yeah,” she gasped. “Oh yeah. Please.”
    She sounded too eager, but there was absolutely no way to
hide her response.
    She wanted him so badly she might scream. She’d never
realized she was capable of feeling this way.
    He groaned again, with a different resonance this time, and he
repositioned himself above her so he was lying between her legs and his head
was just over hers.
    “Are you sur—”
    “Yes,” she interrupted, practically clawing at his back to
get him in position. “Hurry up. I’m dying here.”
    He gave a huff that sounded like laughter.
    Then she suddenly wondered if he would prefer a woman who
was more innocent and passive, who would let him take control. Maybe that was
how Lila had been—since she’d been sweet and compliant in all other areas of
her life.
    She didn’t dwell on the question or comparison, though. Even
if that was what Daniel would prefer, Jessica just couldn’t be that way.
    When he kissed her mouth again, she responded passionately,
tugging at his hair and tangling her tongue with his.
    He wasn’t as careful as he’d been when he’d kissed her earlier.
He devoured her mouth, making husky sounds in his throat as the embrace deepened.
    She rocked up into him as they kissed, mimicking the motion
of lovemaking. Increasingly desperate for relief, she reached down to grab the
waistband of his pajama pants and tried to push them down over his lean hips.
    He pulled out of the kiss enough to help her, but after he’d
rid himself of the pants, he was kissing her again.
    Her mind was a blur of sensation and excitement, and she
couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
    Then she suddenly felt his hand between her thighs,
exploring until he’d slipped a finger inside her.
    She gave a breathless little cry and arched up at the
sensation.
    “You’re ready.”
    She didn’t know if it was a question or a statement. Either
way, it should be pretty obvious she was ready. “Yeah. Oh yeah.”
    “Do we need any—”
    She knew what he was asking, so he didn’t need to finish. “I
started birth control after we got engaged.” She might want kids, but not
yet—not before they got used to being married to each other.
    He repositioned himself again, putting more weight on his
knees. Then he took his erection in his hand and lined himself up at her
entrance.
    “It might not be that great for you, this time,” he said,
his voice almost rough with texture. Even in the dim room, she could see his
dark eyes searching her face, looking for any signs of discomfort or
hesitation, despite how obviously excited he was.
    “I know. I know how things work. I’m ready.”
    Then he started to enter her.
    He didn’t go in all at once, the way she’d been expecting.
He slid in and out, just at her entrance, in a series of fast little thrusts.
He kept up