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Jonathan had no restraint left. The last two months away from Bailey taxed him more than he thought possible, but now she was here. Everything about the moment was right. Her yes to the proposal, her gorgeous, naked body... Her.
He forced himself between her legs and drove into her with a single thrust. When he pounded inside, he almost came. He wanted to take this slowly. Build up to an explosive climax. She wrapped her legs around his waist and increased the pace, and he knew that wasn’t happening.
Still gripping her hip with one hand, he moved the other back to her breast. When he pinched the nipple and rolled it between his fingers, her cry drilled deep into his thoughts. He knew that sound, though he’d only heard it a few times. The indicator she was close to orgasm. One of those delicious noises that teased him while he slept.
He tweaked and pounded, hammering deeper each time. Or, it felt like it. She clenched around him, groaning and embedding her nails in his back as she climaxed.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. This felt too good. Tight. Slick. Perfect. Every time her pussy clenched around his cock, a surge built inside him, begging for release. He gave up trying to draw out the moment, and spilled inside her. It wasn’t enough. He kept moving in and out until his body protested the pace.
As the frantic moment eased back and then they stopped, she settled her head against his chest, and he rested his forehead against her. For several moments, the only sound in the room was of them trying to catch their breath.
“We forgot the protection.” Her words were muffled.
Oops. The news didn’t bother him the way it should. “Is that a problem?”
“Depends on how you feel about kids.”
Neutral? “I never really thought about it. I kind of like the idea.”
“We’ve got time. I’m on the pill. But it’s one of those things we have to figure out.”
“And we will.” He kissed the top of her head, then placed a finger under her chin, to raise her gaze to his. “As long as we do it together.”
The air conditioner kicked on, and the vent directly above them blew out a gust of chilled air. She shivered. “Maybe we should get dressed.”
“I guess that was the problem with having sex here instead of home.” He grabbed his shirt and draped it over her shoulders. “I’m not ready to let go of you yet.”
She laughed—one of his favorite sounds—and nodded at the champagne and strawberries. “Did we miss a step in your plan?”
“Having them here sounded romantic in my head, but you were more delicious.” He claimed her mouth again, loving the way she yielded and pushed back at the same time. “We should get back to my place, though.”
“Oh?”
“I promised you a good time, and if I do tonight right, you won’t be able to walk by tomorrow morning.”
“That’s a big promise. You’re so arrogant some times.”
“I’m up for it.” He followed her gaze down. “Or I will be, by the time we get home.”
She hopped from the table, and he helped her steady herself. Watching her dress, the way she moved, the tiny smiles she gave him each time she looked up—it was perfect. This felt more right than anything had in a long time. Maybe ending up with her was fate, and maybe not. But it felt as though, between the two of them, they were finally in control of their future. He liked that.
* * * *
TWO MONTHS LATER
Bailey scanned the glass coolers, trying to decide what drinks she wanted for the next leg of their road trip. The gas station sat on the edge of the California-Nevada border, and she and Jonathan were headed east. Cool air soothed her skin when she opened the door and grabbed a bottle of soda. It amazed her how warm it was for November. It would be back in Florida, too, but this was dry and she was parched.
Jonathan circled her waist from behind. She’d recognize his intoxicating scent anywhere. He traced his nose along her neck. “You almost ready, Mrs. Woodhouse?”
“That’s not my name yet.” She liked the way it sounded, though. Especially when he said it.
“Have you thought any more about details?”
“I don’t want Elvis there, but I can’t make up my mind about the drive-through.” They’d decided to elope—drive to Las Vegas for the weekend and get married. She had a big fancy wedding the first time around, and it didn’t help the way that relationship ended up. She and Jonathan would hold a reception later, for friends and family, but they agreed they wanted this moment for themselves.
“If you can’t make up your mind, we’ll go into the chapel.”
“Why?” she asked.
He pointed her toward the register. “It’s symbolic of our devotion and transitioning to a new life and...” He grinned when she raised her brows. “Really, I just like watching you walk.”
She leaned into him. “Sounds like a valid reason to me, Mr. Woodhouse.” She frowned. “It doesn’t have the same ring to it.”
“Still sounds like you’re talking about my dad.” He paid for their drinks, and they headed out to the car.
She spun to face him when they reached the Mercedes. “That’s no good, then. How about Mr. Lovey-Schmoopy-Cuddly-Bear?”
He furrowed his brow, and then lunged for her and tickled her sides until she squealed. He dipped his head for a kiss. “I don’t care what you call me, as long as you’re the one saying it.”
“That’s cheesier than Mr. Lovey-Schmoopy-Cuddly-Bear. Dork.”
“It’s not. And I’ll ask anyone in this gas station to prove you wrong.” He turned away.
She grabbed his wrist. “See if the urge is still there next stop. We need to get back on the road.”
“I guess.” Despite the disappointed tone, he grinned.
This beat any daydreams she had of this moment, growing up. Screw the overpriced dress she’d only wear once, and the false congratulations from people who showed up because it was expected. If she’d guessed a million times how her future with Jonathan would be, she would have been wrong with each and every one. This was far better than anything she’d come up with.
~*~
THANK YOU FOR MOURNING, laughing, and celebrating with Jonathan and Bailey
If you’re squirming to see what kind of woman can tame Andrew, grab THE VIRGIN AND THE KINGPIN. Susan is his best friend’s little sister, and a virgin. Andrew really shouldn’t be fantasizing about unwrapping her under the Christmas Tree.
~*~
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