Page 58 of Marry Me, Right Now

n the favor. If she chose to give herself to me freely someday, that would be her choice, and I’d be thrilled. But taking her right now would seem like I was pressuring her. I couldn’t feel right about having sex with her on our wedding night, even though she was wearing nothing but a semi-transparent top and a wide smile as she curled up against my chest.

MIA

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FIRST MORNING MARRIED

I woke up cuddled in strong arms, feeling utterly relaxed for the first time in months. “Good morning,” Jacob whispered, kissing the top of my head.

I stretched gently, then remembered what had happened last night. My thighs automatically clamped together, reliving that overwhelming surge of desire. Can you still have aftershocks from a wild orgasm hours later? My entire body still felt like it had been dipped in tranquilizers.

I couldn’t believe he didn’t want sex, in any way. It just didn’t seem right for me to not take care of him as well. I mean, it was our wedding night, fake or not.

“Listen,” he said quickly, “I hope I didn’t overstep any bounds last night. You seemed stressed and rattled all week, and that whole day was intense and exhausting. I was just overwhelmed with the urge to take care of you. I hope that was okay.”

He looked seriously worried, studying my eyes for my reaction. I smiled, chucking him under the chin. “Jacob, that was fabulous. I was just surprised that you didn’t want more.”

He looked incredibly relieved, then shrugged. “Want? Yes. But thought it was appropriate? Nah.” He got out of bed, looking hot as hell in that little pair of shorts that hugged his snug ass perfectly. Then he flung open the curtains, making me jump back like a vampire.

“The daystar... It burns,” I whined.

“Daytime is where food lives. Get dressed and let’s go eat.”

I actually spent a solid ten minutes glamming myself up for breakfast, another first in my weird new life.

As we settled in the unbelievingly fancy hotel restaurant, we sipped coffee and ordered a gigantic breakfast. Then I grabbed my phone. Jacob frowned slightly, and I instantly laughed. “I swear, I’m not being rude at the table. Shouldn’t we change all of our social media statuses to say that we’re married? That’s usually the first thing newlyweds do.”

“Oh, wow – you’re right,” he said, grabbing his phone. We posted a few pics from the wedding, and took a silly selfie with our coffee mugs hiding most of our faces.

There were already a slew of photos from the night before all over our guest’s pages, and it sounded like absolutely everyone had a wonderful time. The phrase, “The most fun I’ve ever had at a wedding” came up twice.

I was finally beginning to actually relax, even though I knew in a few hours I’d be flying for the first time ever. I knew that Jacob would lead the way, and guide me. I’d never allowed anyone to take care of me before, but it seemed to come so naturally to him that my shields were crumbling.

JACOB

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FLYING

I’d found that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they travel. Some people get stressed out of their minds if the tiniest thing goes wrong. Some become haughty and belligerent. Others zone out into sort of a zombie shuffle, not caring what happens as long as they arrive in one piece.

Mia seemed perfectly calm, and happy to let me take care of everything.

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” she asked with a smirk. Her eyes were sparkling while she pretended to be annoyed.

“Nope. It’s warm, and we’re going to lounge. That’s all you need to know.”

She stuck that luscious bottom lip out in a gorgeous pout, and it was difficult not to kiss her. I realized that this trip was going to be a tricky balance of keeping a polite distance from her so that I wasn’t overly tempted.

I led her through the small Toronto Island airport, and she seemed to be looking around a lot.

“What’s your favorite part of this airport?” I asked casually.

She giggled. “You can tell I’ve never been here before, can’t you?”

“I suspected.”

“I assume you know where you’re going?”

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