Page 11 of Always and Forever

I’d asked Luisa if she knew of any romantic places in Tennessee, and she’d mentioned this place straight up. So yesterday, when Jasmine went out looking at flowers, I rode down here to look at the place for myself. I wanted to make sure it was perfect for our wedding night. Mrs. Bradley was very accommodating, and said she’d prepare our room nicely when she found out it was going to be our wedding night—red rose petals, chocolates, and non-alcoholic champagne on arrival. With Jasmine being pregnant, I wanted to make sure she’s comfortable having a drink, a toast to our future together. I just wanted everything to be perfect because Jasmine is perfect, and deserving of only the very best.

Leaning down I grab the key from under the mat, and unlock the front door. When I open it, I let Jasmine walk in ahead of me, and then follow her inside. The fireplace is lit, enabling light to glow, and surrounding the room with a comfortable warmth. Dark floorboards cover the floors, leading to a cosy lounge area to the right. Two large, cream-colored couches face the fireplace, a white fluffy rug between them and the blazing fire. The whole cottage smells of flowers; Mrs. Bradley has outdone herself, roses blooming in every corner of the room. Adjacent to the lounge is a kitchen from what I remember, with all the latest appliances installed.

“This is beautiful, Quill,” Jasmine whispers, walking further into the room. She stands before the fireplace, her hands out to capture its heat, and I follow her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. I inhale her peaches-and-vanilla scent as I kiss her head, and lean in further and kiss beneath her ear, loving her intake of breath.

I smile against her skin. “Not as beautiful as you,” I say, meaning every single word.

She spins in my arms to face me and cups my face in her hands. “I love you, Quill, so much.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, letting her words wash over me, then open them again, swiping away tears that have fallen from her beautiful eyes. I place my hand at her nape, bringing her in closer to me. “I know, baby, and I’m going to make sure I am worthy of your love. I promise. Now, Mrs. Owen, can I take my wife up those stairs? I’m fucking dying to have you beneath me.”

Jasmine licks her bottom lip, a mischievous look gracing her face. She pulls away from me, making my hands drop to my sides, then walks around me and toward the centre of the room. Her hands reach around her back, and I watch as she pulls at the ribbons on her dress. Her eyes travel down my body, and she smirks when they land on my bulging erection, painfully rubbing against my zipper.

“I want you here, Mr. Owen, right on this rug.”

I cock an eyebrow and look down at the rug she’s standing on, begging for me to take her there. Unable to keep my distance any longer I rush over to her, smashing my lips against hers. She opens hers eagerly and lets my tongue enter, and I explore her warm and wet mouth. “Fuck, Jasmine, I want you so much,” I state hungrily against her lips.

“Help me get this dress off, baby,” she whispers in response, a smile forming as she looks up at me, her own hunger shining from her eyes.

“With pleasure.”

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