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When I told Jake how I felt, he understood.

It was almost a month before he mentioned marriage again.

I woke, as the sun was just touching the sky, to Jake’s fingers sliding slowly inside of me as his eyes studied my face intently. When I smiled sleepily up at him, he moved between my legs.

Tenderly, he eased into me as his fingertips drifted lovingly over my face and neck.

“Marry me tomorrow?” he asked, his lips brushing against mine.

“Yes,” I answered simply.

Then Jake did another thing he’d sworn he couldn’t do. His movements stayed slow as he savored me, worshipped me, made love to me.

It was beautiful in a way that was so profound I knew I’d remember it until the day I died.

Shortly after, I fell back to sleep with Jake’s body curved along mine.

It was a few hours later that he woke me to straddle him so he could fuck me bossy.

I’d be hard pressed to say which I preferred, but I was looking forward to a lifetime together to decide.

*******

When Jake said we’d get married the next day, he wasnotmessing around. We were on a plane to Vegas that afternoon.

After getting in late, we checked into a gorgeous hotel that I barely saw through tired eyes. Collapsing into bed, we slept well into the next morning until a knock on the door woke us.

I lifted my head slightly and watched my fiancé pad across the room, the muscles in his back, ass, and legs flexing. He bent and scooped up his pants, pulling them on as he walked.

If I attempted something like that, I’d fall on my face.

Easing the door to our room closed behind him, his footsteps trailed off as he went through the rest of the suite to the main door.

I snagged his pillow and burrowed under the blankets. I started to doze back off when I heard voices filling the sitting room.

When Jake returned, I greedily enjoyed the view of his shirtless front.

His unbuttoned, loose jeans hung low on his hips. I knew where the deep vee of his pelvis and the sparse trail of blond hair led, but I still wanted nothing more than to explore.

My eyes slowly moved up the taut muscles of his abs, intricate swirls of ink, and the definition of his chest that had my name on it. I took in his broad, tattooed shoulders, masculine neck, and strong jaw with ever-present scruff that my fingers still itched to touch.

His full and slightly quirked lips, high cheekbones, and the harsh angles of his face made him so masculinely beautiful, I felt it was a disservice to womankind that he had yet to be sculpted in marble.

His green eyes were hooded, lit with a mix of amusement and arousal, and I knew my perusal had not been subtle.

Since I’d failed to notice that he’d stopped walking at some point, it had been in depth.

Oops.

When my eyes dropped down and I looked straight ahead, I saw something else that was far from subtle.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that, sweets, and our family and friends out there are gonna hear a lot more than they want to.”

I sat up quickly and the blankets fell around me.

Jake’s eyes went even more hooded as he did a little perusing of his own.

Going back to the door, he opened it and said, “We got in late and Piper’s still tired. We’ll meet you in the lobby at one.”