She watched, unable to tear her gaze away as he pressed the latex against his length and rolled it down over himself with great efficiency.

Speaking of all the experience that he had, that she absolutely did not.

But then he was kissing her again, and she had a hard time thinking when he kissed her. His hands were all over her body, holding her hips, as the blunt head of him pressed against her. As he slid into her slowly.

Filled her.

She gritted her teeth, waiting for sharp pain, because she’d heard that there was pain.

There wasn’t really. It just felt weird. A little bit tight and unlike anything she’d felt before.

But then he flexed his hips, and that brought him up against that wonderful place again, and pleasure sparked through her like glitter. And with him deep inside her like that, it went further. Felt more all-encompassing.

This wasn’t Tab A into Slot B, either.

Not in the way she’d imagined it.

It was elemental, but it wasn’t simple. It was physical, but that wasn’t all.

It didn’t just affect her body.

And all the knowledge of rodeo cowboys in all the world couldn’t make it something that touched her body and not her heart.

He withdrew, and then pushed back in, not breaking the kiss as he did. As he established a rhythm that brought her closer and closer to another release.

But then, then, he seemed to lose his own control, his mouth growing ravenous, kissing her mouth, her neck, down farther, capturing a breast again as he bucked against her with no finesse at all.

And that made her lose her mind. She rolled her hips against his, pushing back, enthralled by this thing they were creating between them. Man and woman.

A deep, unending pleasure that couldn’t have come from anything else.

Something she couldn’t have found alone.

Maybe not even with another man.

Something that she and Gabe uniquely made together, with their particular combination of need.

His advance to her retreat.

His hardness to her softness.

She never appreciated her own softness before. It had seemed like a failure in many ways. Because she wanted to be hard, because life had asked it of her.

But not now. Right now she gloried in it. Because it had given her the gift of Gabe.

He lowered his head, his forehead pressed against hers as he growled, thrusting into her one last time, his big body shaking, shivering, driving her over the edge to another release, her orgasm blooming inside her and spreading out through her body, pleasure radiating from her center on out, down to her fingertips.

And when she looked up again, she saw his eyes. And then he kissed her. Slow and tender. Still buried deep inside her.

And Jamie Dodge did something she hadn’t done in longer than she could remember.

She burst into tears.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

GABE WASN’T SURE what he was supposed to do now.