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I squirm under him. “I’ve wanted this.”

“How bad,” he asks, pulling my shirt up and cupping my breast before he even gets it over my head like he can’t help himself.

“So bad,” I moan, rocking my hips up for him.

In some distant corner of my brain, I’m aware that he might be dodging the real problems–that he’s just using our mutual need to shove all the emotional questions lingering between us into the closet. But right now, none of that matters. We’ve done the whole “sex first, ask questions later” thing enough times that I know the drill. I can deal with the insecurity tomorrow.

Tonight, I’m all his.

We take turns peeling the clothes off each other between a frenzy of kisses and greedy hands. By the time we’re done, I’m only wearing one sock, which somehow makes me feel even more naked than if I had nothing on at all.

I dig my sock-clad heel into the back of his thigh, urging his delicious weight down on me.

I feel the shape of his hardness between my legs, teasing me as he slides up and down my slit with his length, drawing tendrils of agonizing pleasure straight from my belly to my core.

“I’m already close,” I breathe.

“I love how fast you come for me,” he rasps in my ear.

“I want you inside me. I want you to come with me.”

“Fuck,” he groans. He’s inside me so quickly I could almost laugh if I wasn’t already half-blind with ecstasy.

I pull him in with my heels, and he drives in deep. He moves slowly, even though I can tell he wants to go faster. He’s savoring this, and I love that he is.

His friction is perfection.

My vision goes black at the edges and all I can see is his gorgeous face above mine–features rapt with focus as he stares back into my eyes. It’s so intimate I almost can’t take it. I almost pull my eyes away from his, but I don’t.

I reach up, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down.

He kisses me deep, holding the suction on my lower lip as his pace ratchets up, faster and faster.

I’m half screaming now, moans swallowed by his mouth as he showers me with hard, passionate kisses.

I can tell he’s holding back as much as he can, trying to wait for my orgasm before he comes.

The fact that he’s already there is the last push for me, shoving me over the edge of oblivion until tantalizing warm stars race through me, igniting my body all over. Jake goes tense, then relaxes on top of me like the world’s best blanket.

We’re both sweaty and tired, but he lifts his head, hair dangling in front of his face. “I needed that.”

I laugh. “You and me both.”

He slips out of bed, and I hear the sink running. A moment later, he comes back with a wet towel and cleans me off. I just want to lie in bed, but I get up, use the bathroom, and crawl back in beside him.

“Do you feel better now?” I ask.

Jake hesitates just a beat too long, then nods his head. “Yeah. Much.”

I swallow my questions. Tonight was the closest to how things were in Manhattan since we’ve been back in Frosty Harbor. I can save the real questions for another time… even though I feel the clock ticking. The wedding is getting closer every day.

I can’t say why, but it feels like we need to find a way to work our issues out before then–like the wedding will either push us apart or bring us together. I decide I’m just being dramatic. There is no reason we can’t handle all of this like adults. We agreed to get fake married, and that’s what we’ll do. Big deal, right?

23

JAKE

I’m in the B&B’s lobby with a hot cup of coffee while Caroline does her thing. Since I’m here, I’ve got Walker at my feet with an assortment of his toys. Caroline has told me a few times to stop buying him so much stuff, but I can’t quite help myself. Whenever I’m away, I end up swinging by toy stores and accidentally filling up a suitcase with toys. His favorite are the big shiny books he can gnaw on. In Walker’s world, chewing on stuff is pretty much what it’s all about right now. That, and Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star. He usually won’t go to sleep now unless one of us sings it to him.

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