I knew he wanted to wait, but I was ready to give myself to him right there.
I lifted my hips at the same time I pulled him closer. I needed to feel the weight of his body on mine. I didn’t want anything between us.
He trailed kisses down my neck, and I clung to the back of his head with my eyes closed tight, relishing how good his mouth felt on my skin.
His stiff cock notched between my thighs, and I arched my back as I tried to create more friction where I needed it the most.
Finally, he reached to undo my pants, and I whimpered in relief.
“Do you need to come, baby?”
“God, yes,” I moaned as I helped him take my pants off.
I lay bare before him, but instead of taking his jeans off, he traced his index finger down my seam and murmured, “You’re so wet.”
I automatically responded with, “I’m sorry,” and tried to close my legs.
He yanked them back apart and lazily circled my clit with his thumb. “Oh, darlin’, that wasn’t a complaint. That was a fucking compliment.”
Then he pressed a finger inside me, and I let out a long, “Ohhhh.”
“Keep your legs spread,” he commanded as he used both hands to pleasure me.
I didn’t understand why he hadn’t gotten naked yet. I wasn’t complaining, I just was unsure about what to expect. Jon had never gone to all this trouble before he climbed on top of me. It’d been more like a swipe of his finger to make sure I was wet, thenthrust!
And then he’d finish before I’d even get started.
So as Alan brought me closer to climax without seeming to care about his own needs, I realized that the men in the books I’dread—the ones that Jon had said put unrealistic expectations in my head—really did exist.
And I was about to marry one.
My stomach clenched as I teetered on the edge, and I chanted, “Oh god, yes! Yes! Yes!”
He increased the speed and pressure on my clit and with a rough voice, commanded, “Come for me, baby.”
And just like yesterday, my body obeyed, and it felt like I was floating as I fell over the cliff with a final, “Yessssss!”
His deep voice telling me, “Good girl,” sent aftershocks through me.
Then he pulled me close, and I was wrapped in a cocoon of his warmth and scent.
And I promptly fell asleep.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Jessica
“Sweetheart…”
I heard the words but tried to ignore them. I was in the middle of a dream where Alan had just slayed a dragon and was climbing the tower to rescue me. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up before he’d arrived.
The voice got more insistent and added a slight shake of my shoulder.
“Jess, baby. We need to leave soon. Ruthie will be waking up—”
The minute I heard my daughter’s name, my eyes flew open, and I looked around to find Alan lying next to me. But I had no idea where I was.
Then it all came back to me.
