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“I need to be inside you,” he growls, causing liquid heat to pool in my center. “Now.” His lips find my neck and I arch into him. I clumsily set my glass on the counter, some of the wine splashing over the rim in my haste. “Let’s go.” He releases me, pulling my hand from his erection so he can lead me to the bedroom.

Once inside, he tears at my clothes, tugging my shirt over my head and unbuttoning my shorts in a flash. He shoves them down my legs, crouching in front of me as he does. His hands trail up my thighs, setting on each side of my hips. One thumb grazes the seam of my panties, dipping into the front panel covering my most sensitive area. He rubs up and down, his finger moving further beneath the material with every stroke until he meets my slick flesh.

“Damn, you’re already wet for me.”

“Mmm,” I groan, losing my ability to speak as he circles my clit.

“I need to taste you.”

My knees wobble at his announcement and my stomach tightens with anticipation. “Do it.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, the cotton is yanked down my legs and his face is buried between them. I gasp, nearly choking on the air knocked out of my lungs. My fingers tangle in his hair as he feasts on me, eliciting a growl that sends a lightning bolt of pleasure through my body. He grabs my leg and tosses it over his shoulder, his lips and tongue working me into a frenzy. I cry out, my body shaking with release. He eases me down to the bed, his large body covering mine as he dips his head for a kiss.

I push against his shoulders and he lifts off me with a surprised look on his face. I keep pushing until he’s on his back. His pants are partially undone, making it easier for me to free his hardened length. Crawling down his body, I sink down on him, bracing myself on my hands and knees. He groans as I take him to the back of my throat and retreat, repeating the motion several times.

He grips my arm and gently tugs me to him, bringing my chest flush with his. My knees bracket his hips, my throbbing center cradling his hard cock. “I told you I needed to be inside you, and although I rather enjoyed what you did with that sweet, hot mouth,” he begins, thrusting his hips to drive his point home, “I want to feel your tight little pussy clench around me when I’m buried deep inside you.”

I suck in a sharp gasp at his naughty words as need coils tightly in my lower belly.“Yes.” The affirmation leaves my lips like a plea.

The next flex of his hips has him seated inside me. The one after that has him buried to the hilt. We both groan, an audible recognition of mutual satisfaction. I raise up, my back arching slightly as I undulate my hips. Jacob’s hands slip up my sides to my breasts, cupping them and dragging his thumbs across my nipples. Everything tightens as I rock back and forth, creating a delicious friction.

My eyes fall closed and I let instinct take over, my body soaking up all the pleasure Jacob elicits from me. His hand drops to the juncture where our bodies meet and his thumb slides up to my clit, brushing over it in a hypnotizing rhythm. His other hand grips my hip as he grinds into me, hitting that spot that I know will have stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I open my eyes to find him watching me reverently, his mouth falling open in ecstasy. The sight pushes me over the edge and I shatter. Eyes locked, I ride out the waves of my release, crying out as my body trembles. His brows furrow and he throws his head back with a roar as he thrusts inside me one last time. I watch as his face contorts in the most beautiful, pleasure-filled way. Leaning down, I capture his soft lips with mine. His arms wrap around my back, holding me tightly to him as his hand tangles in my hair.

“I love you so fucking much,” he declares before devouring my mouth again. “You are my forever. There will never be anyone else.”

His kiss swallows my gasp and I throw everything I have into it. Our tongues clash and dive, tasting and teasing as we pour our love into each other.

I fall asleep with his front to my back and his heavy arm blanketing my waist. He holds me as I drift into dreamland and I know I’ve never felt safer or more loved in my life.

Chapter Thirty

Jacob

Abby stirsin my arms and I crack one eye open to see if she’s awake. Her eyes are still closed, lips slightly parted. Sunlight peeks around the blinds, little shards of bright rays catching on her chestnut tresses. I watch her for a moment, taking in the beauty of her sun-kissed skin, thick black lashes, and plump, pink lips. Her physical form is perfection, but it’s her soul that tethers my heart to her. I never dreamed I’d find someone like her, and when I thought I’d lost her for good, I resigned myself to never feeling this kind of connection again.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to fall in love again, and was certain if I ever married, it would be more of an obligation than something I needed. But IneedAbby. I need her to be able to breathe, to face whatever obstacles life throws at me. I need her to feel whole, to know the sun will rise again and with it, our love will grow. She’s my entire world and the only person I see when I envision my future.

I slip out of bed silently and check on Chloe before heading to the kitchen. Abby joins me soon after, the scent of bacon luring her from her rest. After breakfast, we spend the day doing all of Abby and Chloe’s favorite outdoor activities. The sky is clear and the sun shines with an unrivaled luminescence. The warm breeze tickles our skin and sends Abby’s hair in a flurry of dark waves swirling around her head. She laughs as she pulls the strands from her mouth and tucks them behind her ears.

We’re covered in dirt and sweat, our skin scented with SPF and bug spray when we return to the cabin. Before Abby jumps in the shower, I tell her to get ready for an evening out. She cocks her head to the side and gives me a quizzical look.

I put my hand up. “Just trust me. I’ve got everything taken care of.” Excitement glimmers in her eyes and a smile tugs at her lips. While she’s showering, I pack Chloe in the Rover and drive her to Ama’s house. She and Raven are keeping Chloe tonight so Abby and I can have an evening to ourselves. I have something special planned for her, something I hope she never forgets.

An hour later, I’m freshly showered and dressed in a pair of navy slacks and a light blue button down with a brown belt and matching shoes. Ama raided Abby’s closet while I was dropping Chloe off and selected a few dresses she thought would be perfect for the evening I have planned. I lay them out on the bed for her to pick from while she finishes her hair and makeup. She stops short when she enters the bedroom, her eyes drifting from the bed to me.

“What’s this?” she asks, intrigue curling her lips and brightening her eyes.

“I had Ama help me pick out some dresses for you since she knows where we’re going tonight.” Her eyes dart to me and study my face for any hints. I haven’t told her anything except that we’re having dinner, and since she likes surprises, she refrains from asking for details. “You don’t have to wear any of them if you don’t want to, but I know you always like being prepared for the occasion.”

Her fingers skim over the fabric of each dress as she looks them over, plucking one from the bed. “This one,” she announces, holding it out.

“I’ll leave you to it.” I turn to go, knowing that if I’m in here when she changes her clothes, we’ll be late for our reservation.

“Really? You don’t want to stay?” she asks with a pout.

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