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her arms and willed their lovemaking to last as much as
her body ached to be satisfied. She hadn’t expected every nerve
ending in her body to tingle, nor did she expect the growing need
between her legs to intensify as suddenly as it had.
    He rolled her fully onto
her back and lowered his head until he was kissing her breasts. His
hand descended from her breasts to the patch of dark blond curls
that marked her entrance. Her legs fell apart for him, inviting him
to explore all of her. While his tongue caressed her nipple in lazy
circular motions, two of his fingers slid into her body.
    She grasped his arms and
moaned. She was afraid she wouldn’t last long. The wonderful
torment of his thumb as it worked over her sensitive nub was going
to be her undoing. And she was encouraging him further by moving
her hips and begging him to continue.
    Reaching down between them,
she wrapped her hand around his erection and ran her thumb along
his tip. He let out a slight groan, making her smile from the
simple action of arousing him further. As he continued to stroke
her core, she slid her hand up and down his erection, loving the
give and take of pleasure that was happening between
them.
    Her breathing came faster
as her body got closer to the moment of her climax. “Yes, faster,”
she rasped, forgetting to keep stroking him while her focus came
solely on the mounting tension between her legs.
    He obeyed and sped up his
rubbing until she cried out. Her release came hard and fast over
her, surprising her in an all consuming force of pleasure that had
her riding wave after wave of bliss. She had no idea it could be
this demanding, this intense, and all she could do was lay there
and absorb every sensation as it crashed into her.
    When she could finally form
a coherent thought, he moved so that he was over her. Still
lightheaded, she received him into her body, her hands gripping his
butt to pull him deeper into her. He moaned and began thrusting
into her, filling her core and making her feel complete. If it was
up to her, this would go on forever, and she noted he must have
felt the same way for he slowed and stopped, his body straining as
he held off on the inevitable.
    He lowered his head and
kissed her. She eagerly responded to him and moved with him as his
thrusting resumed in a slow, purposeful pace. Then he gained
momentum and she encouraged him along, working with him. When he
stilled and gave a muffled groan, she pressed him deeper into her.
She enjoyed the way he throbbed inside her as he spilled his seed.
She opened her eyes in time to see his expression of pleasure at
finally reaching his climax.
    After he was done, he fell
on top of her. She wrapped him in her arms and inhaled the musky
scent of him. It spoke of masculine strength, and she loved it. But
it wasn’t just any man who held her after making love to her; it
was Cole.
    They remained entangled in
each other’s arms for a long time, neither wishing to let the
moment end. When he lifted himself on his elbows, he smiled and
kissed her, this time taking it slow. Then, once their bodies
became fully aroused, they proceeded to make love again.

Chapter
Fourteen

    A year later
    “ It was nice seeing you,”
Penelope told Sandra as she gave her a big hug.
    Cole stood in the parlor
and waited for the two women to stop gushing over each other. He’d
already said his good-bye to Sandra’s family. It still felt awkward
to be with Randy’s family, but they had welcomed him, and he
figured that they were Penelope’s family. At least, that is how she
talked about them.
    “ Next time you’re in town,
we’ll have to have a picnic out in the park. Come in early spring.
That’s when the flowers are in full bloom,” Sandra said.
    “ We will,” Penelope
promised.
    After they left the house,
Cole took her arm and stopped her in front of the wagon. “Have you
given any thought to what we discussed before we came to
town?”
    Penelope nodded. “Are you
sure, Cole?”
    He