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than to where she was going, Maggie had tripped in the doorway where the edge of the door met the pavement of the sidewalk. Jed had caught her before she’d taken a header straight to the ground. His hands had lingered on her hips before sliding around to her stomach and then dropping away.
    She’d felt an acute sense of loss when he’d released her.
    “Are you okay?” Goose bumps ran down her arms as she remembered the exact tone of his voice—a low and intimate rumble that seemed to stroke her skin from the inside out. She’d managed to stammer out her reply and then he was gone.
    Maggie groaned and wrapped her arms around herself, but it did no good. Her breasts were swollen, the tips pushing against the silky fabric of her nightgown, and the notch between her thighs was wet. There was no way to get Jed Bearson out of her brain.
    She licked her lips and slowly released her arms, letting them slide over her stomach. Curling her fingers around the edge of her gown, she pulled it up until it was bunched around her waist.
    Taking a deep breath, she shoved the fabric higher, exposing her stomach, torso and finally her breasts. She palmed the firm mounds and sucked in a sharp breath. Her nipples stabbed the center of her hands as she teased them.
    Using her thumbs and forefingers, she lightly pinched the tips, moaning as pleasure shot straight from her breasts to her sex. Her legs fell open and her breathing got faster, shallower. Cream, warm and thick, slipped from her core. Letting her imagination go, she pictured Jed’s hands on her body, Jed’s fingers plying her nipples.
    A low groan filled the bedroom. His hands were so much larger than hers and would have no trouble covering her ample breasts. Her imagination was so vivid she could easily feel the heat of his hands on her skin as they slid from her breasts. Down her torso, tracing her ribcage. Cradling her hips.
    Her body was pliant in his hands. She pushed the covers away, not wanting anything between her and her phantom lover. Cool air stroked her, but her flesh quickly warmed as hands caressed her from breasts to hips and back again.
    Her legs shifted again and she pushed her thighs wide. The slither of bare skin against the sheets mingled with her breathy sighs was like the first notes of an erotic symphony that would only culminate when she climaxed.
    Fingers slid through her curly pubic hair and still lower, parting her slick folds. Gasping, she pressed her hips upward, searching, seeking. A light brush against the swollen nub of her clitoris had her crying out in ecstasy.
    Her inner muscles were clutching and relaxing in a never-ending rhythm, as if searching for a hard, thick cock to fill her core. Maggie turned her head to one side, her mouth open on a silent cry as two fingers slipped past the entrance to her passage and pushed deep.
    The fingers curled upward as they were pulled almost all the way out, finding her sweet spot and making her moan. “More,” she sobbed. Her phantom lover complied, pressing fingers deep once again, this time harder and faster.
    Maggie undulated her hips, keeping time with the thrust of fingers. A thumb brushed over her clitoris.
    For a moment, it was as if she could feel the barest touch of warm, moist breath on her sex.
    Her scalp tightened and her skin tingled. With each press of fingers into her hot sheath, her body soared higher. Her hips were pumping hard now. Sweat dotted her forehead. The bedsprings squeaked, adding another layer to the erotic song her body was singing.
    Fingers plunged deep. Maggie cried out, “Yes!” Her body exploded, inner muscles contracting hard, clutching against her fingers. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her temple, disappearing into her hair.
    Even as her body rocked with pleasure, Maggie felt an acute sense of loneliness fill her. There was no dream lover. No male hands touching her. There was only her own. It was nothing but a cold, empty fantasy.
    She gave