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pressed his lips along the same path as his fingers. His breath against her skin superheated it. “Are you sure?” he whispered as he pulled back and looked straight in to her eyes.
    Chaney couldn’t think. It had been so long since anyone scrambled her senses this way. She continued to stare into his hot, but steady gaze. Could she do this? She had to. No, she wanted to do this. If she was going to get pregnant, she had to start by finding out if she could convince herself to have sex again. Then, maybe, in a few months, she would tell him and they would go from there.
    With both of his hands cupping her jaw, she gave in to her desire. Her yes inaudible as Jed’s mouth closed over her own. It was a long, slow, deep kiss. It was the kind of kiss that curled your toes and hair at the same time. Chaney grasped the front of his shirt to hold herself upright, certain her legs would give out any minute.
    Jed’s hands traced down her neck and over her shoulders. He drew her closer and deepened the kiss. Chaney’s arms slid up his chest and around his neck doing her part to bring them as close as possible. Breaking the kiss, he buried his head in her hair as his hands found the zipper tab at the back of her dress.
    “I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he growled pulling the tab of the zipper down.
    The night-air cooled her super-heated skin until Jed’s hands spread over where the fabric had been. He stroked up and down her back sending shocks of sensation through her entire body. “Jed,” she breathed.
    He took her mouth again. This time in a greedy kiss, but Chaney was with him stroke for stroke. It had been so long. So very long. Her body, starved for attention, screamed, “Take me now.”
    Jed had other ideas.
    Instead of slipping the dress from her shoulders, he started gathering the side of it up in his hand feeling for the hem. When he found it, he slipped his hand underneath and caressed her thigh. He encountered lace.
    “Oh, Chaney girl, you’re killing me here,” he groaned. “You do know how sexy stockings are, don’t you?”
    She shook her head. “I just don’t like pantyhose.”
    Jed found it difficult to continue at the slow lingering pace he wanted. Her voice was coarse like a blues singer of old. It sent chills up his spine. He found the honesty of her statement even more appealing than the stockings.
    Gliding his hand from the stocking top to the leg of her panties, he probed beneath the band and found her hot and moist.
    “Chaney.” He forgot about lingering, dropped the hem of her dress, and then quickly slipped the shoulders of it down her arms and over her hips. When it pooled at her feet he lifted her against him and carried her to the bed, never breaking the kiss.
    Grabbing the top cover, he threw it back. Pillows and blankets went flying he didn’t care. Chaney was in his arms again and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He eased them down on the bed together, the heat of her body seeping through his shirt and pants. He was on fire and not sure how long he could hold out.
    He unhooked her bra, pushed it aside, and molded her in his hands. Chaney wasn’t big by any means, but her breasts were soft and rounded and the peaks so sensitive to his touch he couldn’t resist them. He teased them with his lips and tongue. His hand found other tempting territory to investigate.
    Her response when he stroked lightly over her was unbelievable. He dipped his finger inside her moist heat. “Honey, you’re so hot,” he murmured before taking her mouth in an intense kiss. He stroked her deeply and held her as she pressed against his hand and moaned into his mouth.
    Breaking the kiss, he continued to stroke her. Jed watched in awe as she came undone before his eyes. He wrapped her in his arms and held her until the tremors stopped.
    Chaney pulled his head to hers and kissed him deeply. When their lips parted, she whispered, “I think you need to take some clothes off.”
    Jed rose up on one