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sounds great.”
    After they’d ordered their meal, they talked quietly about the future,
    laughing as they made up names for the kids they both hoped to have.
    Once they were inside, she asked if she could use the bathroom first. She
    went in and brushed her teeth and hair and changed into the gown she’d
    made for that night. It was white satin with spaghetti straps. It went to her
    knees and hugged her curves. It wasn’t see-through, but with the way it
    clung to her, it might as well have been.
    She stood for a moment with her hand on the doorknob, taking deep
    breaths, and trying to get up the courage to go through that door. After the
    time they’d spent together, she was sure he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew
    that she was very attracted to him, but she was still about to make love with
    a man she barely knew. She screwed up her courage and opened the
    door.
    He had opened the bottle of complimentary champagne while he waited.
    He poured them each a glass, and took the lid off the chocolate covered
    strawberries that had been part of the honeymoon package. He heard her
    come out and turned to offer her some of the champagne. Once he
    spotted her, he tried to speak, but no words would come out.
    She stood nervously waiting for him to say something. He just gaped at
    her. She started to turn back to the bathroom, and he ran across the room
    and grabbed her arm to stop her.
    “You take my breath away,” he said.
    “I thought you didn’t like it,” she whispered as she looked down.
    He laughed. “I think I like it too much.”
    He took her hand and led her to the table where he’d set the champagne
    and strawberries. He picked up a strawberry and fed it to her, watching as
    a trail of juice escaped her lips. She lifted her hand to wipe it away, but he
    was faster. He leaned down and licked the trail of juice from her chin to her
    lips. “Did I miss any?”
    She mutely shook her head, startled by his actions.
    “Champagne?” he asked her offering a glass.
    “No thank you. I don’t want anything clouding my memory of tonight.”
    He set the glass down and turned to her. “I can agree with that
    wholeheartedly.”
    He leaned down to kiss her, pulling her body close. She opened her mouth
    to his and wound her arms around him. She’d been dying to touch his
    shoulders and chest since she’d first seen him in a t-shirt. She stroked him
    through the shirt, wishing it weren’t in her way. As if he could read her
    thoughts, he pulled away for a moment, and tugged the shirt over his head
    throwing it on the floor.
    He started to pull her back into his arms, but she put a hand against his
    chest. “I’ve been dreaming about touching you since I first saw you at the
    airport yesterday,” she whispered. “I want to see you.”
    He kicked his shoes off and lay on his back on the bed. “How’s that?” he
    asked.
    “Perfect!” She sat on the bed at his side her hands going to his sparsely
    haired chest. The dark hair was soft and springy. Her hands threaded
    through it as she explored his muscles with her fingertips. She leaned over
    him and kissed him lightly, her hands continuing their exploration.
    He lay as still as he could to let her get used to touching him. His body was
    screaming at him to grab her and pull her down on top of him, but he let her
    have her way. Finally, she leaned down and pressed herself against him,
    her hands still kneading the muscles of his shoulders. It was obvious she
    wanted to feel herself against him, so Jason sat up and took the control
    back from her.
    His hands stroked over the satin of her gown, across her back and finally
    down to cup her breast. His fingers found her nipple, and he gently rolled it
    between his thumb and forefinger, never breaking the kiss.
    Amanda moaned softly, loving the feel of his hands on her body. She
    wanted them against her bare skin, though. She reached over and pulled
    down the strap on her left side, and lowered the gown so that he