Page 32 of Don’t Marry Him


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I laughed and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was already after five. The courthouse would be closed.

“Tomorrow,” I said.

He finally put the ring on my finger, and I got a good look at it. The deep blue sapphire, surrounded by diamonds, made my eyes water.

“My mom’s birthstone,” I said softly.

“You always said that’s what you wanted,” he explained. “But if you don’t like it, I’ll buy you something else.”

“No. It’s perfect. I love it.” I looked at him through my hazy vision. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. I wasn’t kidding about getting married tomorrow.”

“I know you weren’t.” I grinned. “I don’t want to wait either. I don’t want a big wedding. Just us.”

“And your dad,” he added.

And I could not have loved this man any more than I did in this moment. He knew what I needed before I did, and he was always so damn thoughtful.

I nodded, and he reached for the hem of my shirt before pulling it off and rising from his kneeling position.

“It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.” He ran his fingertips down the side of my rib cage before moving to unclasp my bra and tossing it somewhere.

I shivered in response.

“It’s been too many days since I’ve tasted you,” he said.

I knew what was coming next. Craved it like I needed it to survive.

When he pulled my jeans from my body, his breath caught, and I knew I’d never get tired of the way he reacted to seeing me exposed. I helped remove my thong, revealing myself to him, and his eyes grew wide as he stared at me like I was a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

“Mine,” he growled before diving in headfirst.

Holy shit.

It had been too long since this man’s tongue was in me, tasting me, fucking me just the way I liked. He ate me slowly at first, devouring every drop like it might be his last, and I threw my head back with the pleasure it elicited. Reaching for his hair, I pulled at it, my nails scratching his scalp.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” I breathed out as I collapsed fully on my back on the bed.

Dominic reached for my thighs and tugged me lower.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. I’ve missed this,” he said, and I felt myself blush with his admission.

There had been more than a few times during our separation when I thought I’d never have this again. Or when I believed that it would be years before we’d be able to make our way back to one another. This was better than I ever could have imagined.

My thighs clenched around his head, and my hips started to buck against his mouth. He started eating me more furiously, his tongue fucking and lapping with reckless abandon. I was so close to coming undone, and he knew it. He didn’t stop his pace, and I might have killed him if he tried.

“Dominic,” I said between labored breaths, “I’m coming.”

“I know.” His answer was hot against me, but he still didn’t stop. My man was a multitasker.

My body convulsed, the orgasm spreading throughout me. I shook and tried to push his head away, but he refused. His tongue still licked as I came, eating every last drop that I gave him before he finally relented.

He looked so damn satisfied and smug.

“Get in me,” I demanded as he stripped out of his own clothes, and I lay there, wide-eyed, drinking every inch of him in.

That man had been made for me, and I couldn’t imagine a day when I’d ever not want him.

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