Page 67 of Marry Me, Right Now

“Tell me if this is too much, baby.” His voice was hoarse with lust as he thrust more firmly, quicker.

Perhaps it was knowing that we should not be doing this, or that I hadn’t been touched by a man in far too long, but I could feel the climax of a lifetime building slowly inside me. My breath was getting shaky as my hips were bucking up into him faster. His eyes were burning into me fiercely, causing shivers of pure lust to race down my spine.

One of his hands slid down my back to cup the curve of my ass, tilting me up against him so he could plunge even deeper. I gasped, squirming as my body began to prickle with the gathering tension.

“Mia,” he groaned, his breathing labored as he possessed me completely.

I whimpered as he drove between my slick pussy lips, grinding against my aching clit a little quicker. My moaning was getting louder as my fingers dug into the back of his neck, his shoulders, stroking along his skin as we moved together. Shivering in pleasure, it felt like our bodies were burning as we kissed hungrily, absorbing each other’s heat.

“I need to feel you come,” he breathed, his eyes locked with mine as I began to quake deep within. I had practically lost control of my motor functions, but nodded slightly.

His naughty crooked smile drove me even crazier. “That’s it, gorgeous,” he groaned, his steady rhythm and deep, powerful thrusts almost knocking the air from me. “Let yourself go, baby.”

My thighs begin to tremble as my hips tightened and I felt myself squeezing his throbbing thickness deep. I shrieked as the orgasm slammed through me. The pleasure was so absolutely pure. Primal and perfect.

“Oh fuck, oh… Mia…” he growled, then he kissed me hard, almost violently as he exploded deep inside me. The sensation of him filling me with wet bursts of heat was too much to take, and I screamed against his lips while we shook together.

“My beautiful angel,” he murmured, kissing along my cheekbone to my ear, nibbling my ear lobe as he carefully lifted some of his weight off me.

Lying beside me, he kept me pressed tightly against him, as he searched my eyes.

“That was…” I shook my head, and couldn’t help giggling. He raised an eyebrow, but he was grinning too. “I want to say that was fabulous, amazing, stunning, but that sounds a little bit

much.”

Jacob kissed my nose. “All of that and more, baby.” Then he looked serious. Cupping my face in his hand, he asked softly, “Mia, was that too rough for you?”

I shook my head, giggling again. “Not even close.”

He breathed a huge sigh of relief, as I tucked my head into his shoulder. Then I laughed for a second. He kissed my forehead. “What?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”

“I assure you that foul words would never pass these lips,” he said in his snobbiest voice.

“Fine, you just lie here being a liar.”

Even though it was early, we dozed off for a nap. I tried to think only positive thoughts, not allowing myself to think about whether changing our balance was the safest thing in this situation. Anything that felt that amazing had to be right.

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PRACTICE

Jacob had been so wonderful, so attentive over the past few days, that I felt like a spoiled princess. I’d never lived in a world where one could snap their fingers and have their favorite meal or new clothing brought within half an hour. It was outrageous.

Part of me was astounded that all of the amenities of this hotel were even real. And part of me felt guilty for indulging. But not making the most of this honeymoon, a gift from my new mother in law, didn’t seem right either. She would likely be expecting us to spend at least three times as much. I tried to justify it by thinking of the detailed stories she would want upon our return.

We were here, we had two days left, and we may as well make the most of it.

As I got ready for our fancy dinner out, I did my makeup exactly like Jacob’s favorite actress, with simple smoky eyes, glossy lips, and tousled hair. With a body-skimming backless silver dress and positively dangerous heels, I looked more overtly sexual than I’d ever appeared in my life. It was unnerving, but I knew that he’d be amused.

I couldn’t think of any way I could possibly repay Jacob for his kindness and attention. He had everything he could possibly desire. What could I possibly give him? The obvious answer to what every man wants popped into my head, and I laughed out loud to myself.

“What’s so funny in there?” he asked through the door.

“Nothing,” I said, coming out quickly and appreciating the way his jaw dropped open.

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