Page 88 of Marry Me, Right Now

Mia, has that ever happened to you?”

I stared at the floor for a moment, not able to meet his eyes. “Well, I don’t know for sure it was an infection because I couldn’t get to the doctor. Maybe it was just a bad cold.”

“Oh my god.” His arms wrapped around me immediately, but this time it wasn’t romantic, it was possessive. I felt something in him shift. “You’re never going through that again.”

I tried to smile up at him. “You never know. I could lose my money and end up nearly homeless again.”

“No.” He shook his head emphatically. “Never. No matter what happens for the rest of our lives, I’m a phone call away. I would send a helicopter to pick you up. Medics to your door. Anything. Mia, the thought of you suffering, feeling so helpless... I just can’t.”

The horror in his eyes was almost painful to see. “Jacob, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want you understand a little more about how most of the world works.”

“I’m trying. I really am. But right now when we’re stressed, is it wrong to think of options?” He smiled, trying to get me to join him. “What if it were an indie masseuse who was just out of school and needed the money?”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Come here,” I said, moving down to the end of the couch. “Sit on the floor between my legs.”

He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “I like where this is going.”

Once he settled with his back to me, I began digging my thumbs into his shoulders through the soft, fine fabric of his shirt, working out the knots. “Damn,” he breathed.

“Is this helping?”

“Yes,” he nearly moaned.

“Isn’t this nicer than calling strange professionals into the house?” I asked, gliding my thumbs up the back of his neck.

“Fine. Just sit there being right, with your magic fingers,” he said. It was adorable that we were picking up each other's expressions. I laughed, lowering my hands to work on the center of his back. “Your laugh is so sweet,” he sighed, leaning forward.

I was glad that he couldn’t see how much I was smiling. Massaging his skin was such a small gesture, but he was so warm, so masculine, so comfortably sexy. I tried to focus on his muscles in a detached way, but it was tricky. My fingers dragged across his shoulders, and I dug in firmly. “You really are tense.”

He turned to look at me over his shoulder, and his gorgeous eyes burned into mine. I knew what he was thinking, and my hands started touching him differently. My fingers gently began rubbing his earlobe, and his gaze grew darker. Hungry. Working up along the shell of his ear, I didn’t even know why I needed to tease him so badly.

“You know, there’s another great way to relieve tension,” I said softly. My breath stopped for a second as I realized I had just spoken without thinking.

“I thought that was just going to be a honeymoon vacation sort of thing? Or special occasions?” he asked carefully, his voice slightly lower.

“It’s Monday. Sometimes that’s still part of the weekend. That’s practically like a vac–”

He jumped up and twisted, his lips pressed against mine as he knocked me slowly back onto the couch.

I’d never wanted to surrender myself to a man before, but his sultry, almost frantic energy put me under his spell completely.

Jacob wasn’t just kissing me, he was taking my lips for his own pleasure. My tiny whimpered moan seemed to drive him even crazier. He quickly grabbed my shirt and yanked it over my head, breaking our kiss for just a second. He tore off my bra just as quickly, then nuzzled into my neck as if he were inhaling my scent.

My back arched, as his lips skimmed across my flesh, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking deeply. I moaned, reaching down and interrupting him for just a second as I ripped off his fancy designer T-shirt.

His lips gravitated to my other breast, this time pulling my nipple between his teeth, nibbling carefully until I squirmed under him. He glanced up at me with fire in his eyes. I could not believe how much he wanted me. It made no sense. And I didn’t care.

Clenching his teeth slightly, he bit me just enough to make me squeal and giggle. Crawling backward a little more on the couch, he grabbed my skirt as I moved away from him, pulling it down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely naked, possibly in view of the huge windows. He tore off his pants, not seeming to care at all that someone with binoculars might see us.

Reaching down, my hands wrapped around his thickness. He was harder than a steel rod. Jacob chuckled when he heard me gasp. “You drive me crazy, baby,” he whispered into my ear.

His right hand was already between my legs, opening me gently, massaging me everywhere. My head fell back against the cushions, and I felt my hips opening, my legs spreading. My constant over-thinking had given way to complete physical need, and my body was absolutely in charge. I was stroking his shaft firmly, just waiting for the moment to pull him in.

As his finger plunged inside me, he groaned. “I love that you’re so wet for me,”

I nodded, then his lips were on mine again, kissing me hard. Hard enough that it almost shocked me, as I gasped against his lips.

Taking long slow strokes with my hand, I looked up at him and fluttered my eyelashes. “Mine,” I whispered, not even realizing what I was saying as I pulled his cock toward my spread open pussy. Grinding him against me, I massaged myself with his thick head, pressing it against my clit, teasing us both as I circled my wet inner lips. I had never been this bold, but I couldn’t stop myself.

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