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I’m in such deep trouble with this man.

His beautiful blue eyes seem to be staring deep into my soul, and I’m suddenly apprehensive about what he might find. I know he’s doing me a big favor by marrying me, and undoubtedly we’ll go our separate ways at some point. But with every conversation, every intense look, I’m growing more connected to Jacob. And that scares the hell out of me.

“Jacob, please,” I murmur, not sure what I need him to do. My entire body feels lit up, an energy buzzing along my skin as his eyes rake down and up my body.

“What do you need, darlin?” he rasps, dragging a fingertip between my breasts. “I need your words. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“How do you know it’ll be something you can give me?” I ask breathlessly.

“Because,” he says with a lopsided smile that makes my heart skip a beat, “I’d do just about anything to ensure you get what you need.”

Oh my .

“Kiss me,” I whisper, unable to take one more second without feeling his lips against mine.

Jacob grins wickedly. “With pleasure.”

He takes my mouth in a delicious kiss full of promise and lust. I can faintly taste the mint he popped at the end of the third period. He groans quietly, and the sound reverberates throughout my entire body. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, begging for entry. As soon as I feel the velvety softness rub against mine, my knees buckle, but Jacob catches me, slowly lowering me onto the bed.

“I promise I’ll take my time with you later, okay, Spitfire? I swear I have every intention of memorizing your body, but if I don’t bury myself inside you here shortly, I think I might die,” Jacob says hoarsely. I have a momentary flash of disappointment, hoping he’d at least get me off first. I’ve never come from just intercourse, and I usually just tell the guy I came. I’m not the most experienced woman out there, but most men don’t know what a real female orgasm feels like, and they take my word for it.

“What’s that look for?” Jacob asks.

“What look? There’s no look,” I respond, a slight tremor evident in my voice. Jacob cocks his head to the side as he studies me.

“I literally just told you I want you to tell me what you need. I can’t read your mind.”

“It’s nothing,” I stammer, waving a hand nonchalantly. “I’ve just never been able to come from intercourse.”

Jacob’s mouth drops open. “Never? Never ever?”

I shake my head. “I can come other ways. Lots of women don’t have orgasms when only penetration is used.”

“Huh,” he muses. “Can honestly say I’ve never noticed it.”

I can’t help the giggle that bursts from my lips. “Of course not. Most men don’t know what a real female orgasm is.”

“I never said that. No woman has ever told me she can’t get off that way, but I guaran-damn-tee you that every woman I’ve ever slept with has left feeling incredibly satisfied.”

“They could be lying to you, you know,” I point out.

Jacob shrugs. “Darlin’, there are a lot of things I’ll admit I’m not good at. I suck at driving in snow, and I’m shit at organizing a grocery list. But pleasuring a woman? Knowing when she’s coming so hard she blacks out? Yeah, I’m fucking amazing at that.”

“She — she blacks out?” I whisper. “Is that normal?”

He shrugs again. “Not sure. Might just be normal for me, because it happens fairly regularly. I’ve got a good tongue.”

Jesus. “You do have a good tongue.”

He gives me a wicked grin. “When I said I needed to bury myself inside you, did you automatically assume I’d take care of myself, and not make sure you got yours too?”

I nod slowly.

“Hmm,” he hums. “Seems my wife needs to learn a little more about how giving her husband is.”

Jacob kisses me hard on the lips, then slowly slides down my body until he’s kneeling next to the bed. I sit back on my elbows so I can watch him, and I notice a subtle pink flush on his neck. Is he as turned on as I am? As my breathing picks up, I watch as he leans forward to rest his chin against the juncture between my legs. I’m wearing a dress, as we went straight from the wedding chapel in Las Vegas to the game in Cleveland, and now I’m so happy I did.

Easy access.

I should push him away. It’s been an incredibly long day where I haven’t showered. But I just … can’t. I can’t stop the train that is Jacob, and I’m hoping he takes me straight to Orgasm Town.

I giggle under my breath as his hands slide underneath the dress, grabbing onto the sides of my panties. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. It should be vulgar when he pulls them off my feet, leaving my heels on, and brings the fabric to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he lets out a guttural moan. “Jesus, Spitfire. You smell divine.”

Finding my voice, I say clearly, “How about you find out if I taste better?”

A crooked grin grows on Jacob’s handsome face as he chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

His girl. I almost comment on how much I like the sound of that, but Jacob takes the opportunity to bury his face between my legs, and I forget how to breathe, much less talk. His tongue hits my clit perfectly, circling it over and over again, and I feel my body tense up in preparation for an orgasm. It’s been so long — too long — since I’ve been eaten out, and I didn’t know how much I missed it.

Jacob drags his tongue to my entrance, lapping up the evidence of how turned on I am, before bringing it to my clit. Circling it rapidly, he pushes one finger inside me, immediately finding my G-spot. “Eyes open, darlin’. I want your eyes on me as you come.”

He pushes another thick finger inside, and I clench tightly. When he sucks my clit between his lips and nibbles gently, I detonate. Eyes rolling back into my head, I arch my back as the wave of endorphins crashes over my body. It seems to go on for minutes as my body vibrates with shudders. I suddenly realize I’m panting, as I was so caught up in the orgasm that I forgot to breathe. I’m not sure the last time I had that intense of an orgasm. Maybe never.

“Wow,” I mutter, and I feel Jacob chuckle against my pussy as he slowly laps at my release. Eyes unfocused, I can’t seem to make eye contact with him. “There appear to be two of you.”

He snorts, and the rush of air hits my skin like dynamite. I push away from him, closing my legs. The move pushes against my clit, sending a new rush of pleasure to my core. I could probably come again just by shifting my legs around a few times, that’s how turned on I am.

When I finally open my eyes to focus, I find Jacob standing above me, his legs open in a perfect masculine stance. Belt open but still hanging through the loops of his pants, Jacob palms his rigid length as he stares at me wolfishly.

“What’s that?” I ask, pointing to an odd indentation on his left shoulder.

He looks down at it before smirking. “The heel of your shoe.”

I gasp. “Oh my God! Seriously? Why didn’t you take them off?”

“Because,” he says huskily, as he crawls over top of me, “I’ve had dreams about fucking you with your heels on. I’m all too happy to live my fantasy.”

“They’re normal heels, Jacob. They aren’t even that sexy,” I tell him. They aren’t anything special, but I know they make my calves and butt look pretty spectacular.

“Anything you wear, Spitfire, I’m bound to find sexy,” he says before kissing me deeply. The taste of myself on his tongue is an aphrodisiac, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Get this dress off. I need you naked.”

“Take it off me then,” I reply sassily.

He cocks a brow at me. “You should set up some parameters for me, darlin’. If the only objective is to get the clothing off, I will rip each piece from your body. If you’d like to save the clothes, you gotta tell me beforehand.”

Holy shit. “I’d, uh, like to keep this dress.”

“It is a nice dress.” Jacob looks me up and down. “Any dresses at home you’d be okay with me ripping off you?”

“I’m sure I can find something,” I answer. He pulls me up to standing, motioning for me to turn around. He finds the zipper quickly, following its path with his tongue along my spine.

“Fucking hell, Spitfire. You’ve been without a bra all damn day?” he spits out.

“Well, I don’t like strapless bras, and the top of this dress doesn’t really account for wearing a bra anyway. My boobs are so small I don’t need bras most of the time.” As president of the itty bitty titty committee, I stare down at my A-cups with disdain. The only way my boobs get bigger is if I eat a hell of a lot more, and then the rest of my body gets bigger too. My dress drops to the floor, and I wait to see his next move.

“I only need a mouthful, baby,” Jacob whispers as his arms slide around my waist and up to my chest, cupping my breasts reverently. “These are perfect. You are perfect.”

I whimper as he plucks my nipples between his fingers. Tiny but super sensitive, and Jacob seems to hone in on that fact immediately. I feel his lips press against my pulse point, and I’m so close to coming. So close, in fact, it’s almost embarrassing. I think it’s been a slow foreplay with Jacob for weeks. Ever since he walked me home after dinner, holding my hand, I couldn’t stop myself from imagining all the things he might do to me. I reach around to grab the backs of his thighs, and I feel the tension rippling through his muscle and sinew.

Turning around, I throw my arms around Jacob’s shoulders, pulling his face down to mine. I need his mouth on me. He reaches down to grab my ass, lifting me, and I automatically wrap my legs around his hips. I feel his length hit me perfectly, and my body trembles with need and anticipation.

Jacob lowers me slowly, then stands to his full height. Grabbing on to one of my calves, he brings it to his mouth and applies the lightest of kisses, feathering his way down to my heels. “Don’t you dare kick these off, darlin’. I want to feel them digging into my back.”

I giggle breathlessly as he lets go of my leg, beginning to slowly unbutton his shirt. His gaze never leaves mine as I watch inch after bronzed inch appear before me. I knew he had tattoos on his left arm, but he has a smattering of tattoos across his chest as well. And oh, dear God, his abs. They look carved out of stone, and I subconsciously reach out to touch them.

Jacob grunts as my fingers find purchase, his eyes closing in bliss. His body trembles underneath my touch, and I’m emboldened by this. I’ve never had a man react so blatantly to me before, and it’s intoxicating. I grab hold of his waistband, pulling him toward me, then unbutton his pants. “Eyes open, husband.”

He groans, but dutifully opens his eyes. Pupils blown wide with lust, his gaze is intense. “Call me that again, wife.”

“Husband,” I whisper, loving the power one word has. He groans again, falling on top of me and crashing his lips against mine. This kiss is passion personified. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. His tongue circles mine furiously as one hand latches into my hair, and the other pulls my leg up and around his waist. If I died right this moment, I’d die happy, knowing I had the perfect kiss.

The orgasm a few moments ago didn’t hurt either.

Jacob breaks off the kiss, panting. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes?” I answer, a questioning tone obvious.

“I’m clean.”

“Okay?” Is he suggesting I need to shower? He just went down on me and didn’t complain, so clearly I’m not understanding.

Jacob chuckles. “I’m telling you I’ve been tested recently, and I don’t have any STD’s.”

I feel the burn of embarrassment coat my cheeks and neck. “Oh.”

He presses his lips against mine for a moment. “Are you clean?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He exhales slowly, the heat of his breath searing across my skin. “I have a condom. I’ll use it if you want me to, but there’s nothing I want more than to feel you, darlin’. I want to feel every bit of your pussy clenching around me.”

Holy hell. My voice squeaks out as I answer. “I’m on the pill.”

He lets out a harsh exhale. “Fuck. I’m not going to last long, Spitfire.”

Jacob stands, only to yank his pants and boxer briefs down, then grabs me underneath my arms and tosses me toward the top of the bed. Crawling after me, he fits himself perfectly between my legs, and as he bends to suck a nipple into his mouth, I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. I gasp when the cold barbell hits my skin. “Will that thing hurt?”

“My dick or the piercing?” he asks as he nibbles on my nipple, making me moan.

“Uh, both, I guess,” I say with a laugh.

He raises his head to look at me. “Baby, you were made to take me.”

Jacob inches forward, breaching my entrance, and I let out a guttural moan. It’s been quite some time since I’ve had sex. I’d begun to accrue quite the supply of bedroom helpers to get me off when needed. I couldn’t justify a one-night stand, or a friends-with-benefits situation, and I don’t trust many men. Being in the public eye makes me extra cautious. Maybe I’ve just refused to settle, because I can already tell, as Jacob slowly fills me, that he’s going to be a hard act to follow.

“See?” he groans as he bottoms out, circling his hips to rub against my clit. “Fuck, darlin’. You feel spectacular.”

Pulling out almost to the tip, he slides in quickly, and I feel the frenum piercing stroke along nerve endings I didn’t know I had. Jacob begins thrusting, those powerful thighs I grabbed moments ago being the star of the show. Grabbing one hand, he intertwines our fingers together and holds it next to my head, then slides a hand between our slick bodies. Finding my clit, he rubs steadily, and I feel another orgasm building.

Jacob’s movements become unsteady, his eyes glazed over and unfocused. “Get there, baby,” he grunts. “I need you to make me come.”

“I like you calling me baby,” I pant. He doesn’t answer as he continues to stroke my clit, and my legs tense up as the exquisite wave crests over me. Arching my back, white spots dot my vision as I come harder than I’ve ever come before, clenching around Jacob so tightly he can barely move. He lets out a loud moan as he comes, and I feel his release coat my inner walls. We’re panting in unison as he collapses on top of me, falling to the side so the bed bears the brunt of his weight, but he pulls me with him so we stay connected.

I’ve always been the kind of woman who found a lot of aspects of sex to be fairly gross. Intimacy in general has been somewhat difficult for me my entire life. It undoubtedly stems from my relationship with my father and brother, but sexual intimacy has been a challenge as well. I never wanted to feel a man’s release leaking out of me. I didn’t like a man’s sweaty body against mine. Once we were done, I wanted to get dressed or shower, and go about my day.

But with Jacob, I’m reveling in this connection. I want to keep him buried inside me. I want him to cover me in his cum. I move my head slightly to stare up at him, my eyes wide as I take in his profile. He has a contented smile on his face, a sheen of perspiration across his skin, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful man.

I’m falling for this man.

I am in big trouble.