Jenna blinked at the sudden and very strange declaration.
“So, I can’t take you back to where I first asked you out.”
A laugh choked her. “To be fair,” she managed, “walking me into my childhood bedroom might have been kind of weird, anyway.”
His lips twitched. “Maybe.”
“And why in the world would youwantto walk through that memory?” It wasn’t the worst by any means. But they had better.
Jon turned so he was facing her fully, hands on her hips to make sure she was balanced. “For the poetry, I guess,” he said. He eased his hands away, caught hers, and ran his thumbs over her knuckles before dropping just one and lowering to a knee.
Jenna felt the breath rush from her lungs.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, as many times as you need to hear it,” Jon said, holding her stare fearlessly, “I made the mistake of letting you go once. I won’t do it again. You’re the reason I came back to Misty Glades. You are—you’ve always been—the love of my life, Jenna Hodge. No matter what I do next, I want to do it with you at my side. I want you as my wife. I want to build a family with you. I want to grow old with your hand in mine, and still be embarrassing our kids when they’re our age.”
Laughter started to bubble out of her, wet and sudden, but it caught in her throat when Jon’s free hand reappeared in her line of sight with a suspicious box in his palm.
He thumbed it open to reveal a beautiful blue diamond on a white-gold band.
“Will you do me the greatest honor of my life, and accept this overbearing Marine as your husband?”
The laugh finally popped from her, short and breathless, and Jenna curled her fingers around the hand still holding hers in place. “Yes,” she gasped. “Absolutely, yes!”
Epilogue
Ten Months Later
“Jon, we’ll be late,”Jenna said with a gasp. She clutched at his shoulders anyway, her body burning as her husband of three weeks slipped his fingers past her panties and stroked them over her traitorously dripping center. She bit down on her moan and her legs tightened around his hips, her head dropping back against the hard surface of wall where he’d pinned her.
His tongue slid along the underside of her jaw before he spoke, his words low and rough with lust, his breath hot on her sensitized skin. “I don’t have anywhere else I need to be.” His thumb grazed her clit in a teasing caress before he reversed course and plunged two fingers as deep into her core as they could go.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head and her hips bucked, her body shameless in its need. She ought to have argued more. They had plans, and she was actually looking forward to them.
But ‘plans’ scattered from her mind like dandelion puffs on the wind as Jon pressed his fingers againstthatspot and rubbed. A low moan escaped without her consent and her toes curled in her sandals. It was extremely unfair how much more sensitive her body had become.
It was fabulously terrible the way Jon liked to take advantage of the change.
“You look too damn good in this dress,” he rumbled against her neck. “Can’t have you walking out there, looking like this, without feeling me with every damn step you take.”
Jenna slid her fingers to the back of his neck. “It’s a sundress,” she said. “Not that crazy.”
Jon grunted and his fingers disappeared from her center. “You underestimate yourself, Mama.”
Her heart flipped and she tugged sharply on the short strands of his hair. He still hated growing his hair, but he got the message. Although he probably just knew what that nickname did to her. Every damn time.
He’d started calling her that ever since they’d learned she was pregnant. And she had no idea why it made her wild.
He met her lips with his as his cock slid through her folds. Their tongues crashed together, too hungry and too desperate for sweet and gentle, and her ankles locked over his ass. He usedthe hand he’d had inside her to hold her hips to the wall, and then,finally, he drove every inch into her pussy.
Jon growled against her lips and shifted the arm he had braced on the wall until he could tangle his fingers in her hair.
Jenna didn’t care. She didn’t care that her hair would look messy and suspicious. She didn’t care that they were so going to be late. What she cared about was clinging tight to the man who was kissing and fucking her with abandon, as if they hadn’t nearly missed their plane for the same reason.
The kiss broke, both of them panting, and Jenna’s head fell back as Jon’s dropped down. But his hips didn’t stop, didn’t falter. She could feel that coil building, tightening, deep inside. At any moment he would give her the last push she needed and send her flying. Again.
Jon pressed a soft kiss to her jaw. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight.” His tongue slid up toward her ear. “You ready to take it, Mama?” He ground his hips in a slow rocking motion that had him rubbing against her clit. “Ready to drain me fucking dry?”
She would have laughed at the pun if she had the breath. Instead, her arms tightened around him and she gasped out, “Yes!”
