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And when the pad of his thumb brushed along the slit of her womanhood, she knew that turning down a rake had been a very, very good idea.
Jacob brushed his fingers along her delicate flesh again, the scent of her arousal only making his own need sharper.
He wanted to taste her.
Watch her climax as she cried his name.
But first, he slid his fingers through her slick folds again, pulling them apart to reveal her pink flesh, rosy with her need.
She was gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to fully undress her and get to look at all of her. But that was not for today. Today was just about showing her how he could worship her if she’d allow him.
He slid his thumb up and down her slit and then settled the pad over the bundle of nerves that had her curling up and crying out. He kissed a trail up her thigh, licking her even as he kept circling with his thumb.
Her hands tangled in his hair pulling him closer as he set a rhythm that had her muscles tightening and her toes curling in just a few minutes. She gasped for breath as she pulled him closer still.
“Jacob,” she gasped, and he eased back, her little moan of dissent making it clear that she didn’t approve of his slowing.
“I have to ask again, sweetheart. Will you marry me?”
She lifted her head, her unfocused eyes blinking as she looked at him. “You’re asking me now?”
“Rake,” he rumbled. “I did warn you.”
She laughed then, but it quickly turned into a moan as her kissed her again, his tongue swirling about her most sensitive bud. As she tugged him closer, she panted out. “If I say yes, do I get to touch you like this?”
Was she serious? He blinked back his shock. She was a natural student in the art of lovemaking, as if she hadn’t been perfect enough. “Absolutely,” he rumbled before licking her again, his manhood straining against his breeches even as he increased the pressure.
“Then I accept,” she groaned, her thighs trembling a moment before she crested over the wave of her pleasure. Satisfaction roared through him at both her finish and at her agreement. As his wife, he’d be able to care for her always.
He pushed up, tugging at the falls of his breeches. He looked down at Emily, her hair almost completely out of the pins, brown locks falling down to the floor. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, but her eyes were so satiated that he felt another wave of satisfaction. His gaze travelled further down the chemise that was still damp at the nipple and pushed up to her waist. Her stockings were still on, one leg up on the settee, the other dangling down the side and onto the floor.
She looked like a vision of satisfied lust as her gaze wandered over his chest to where he was already peeling down his breeches.
“Nervous?” he asked, stilling his movement as her gaze rested on his groin.
“No.” She shook her head, pushing up on her elbows. “Curious and excited.”
How he wanted this woman. But he’d not take her like that, not today. Instead he shucked down the breeches, taking himself in his own hand. “You don’t need to do a thing, sweetheart. Just looking at you…” He tapered off as she pushed up to sitting, her face coming achingly close to his cock.
“Looking?” she laughed, her breath tickling his sensitive skin as a bit of seed leaked from the tip. “You didn’t just look.”
She was trying to undo him with words alone. It was working. Emily was always more, and this encounter was exactly same. She didn’t disappoint and she’d not even touched him yet.
And then she leaned over and kissed the tip, her tongue darting out to taste the bit of fluid collecting at the head.
He groaned, his head tipping back as her tongue swirled about his thick head. “Emily,” he encouraged. He ought to tell her that her touch was perfect, that he was already dangerously close to completion, but he was the seasoned rake, and she was the innocent. How could it be happening like this?
But as she wrapped her fingers about his shaft, mimicking his movement, he knew with certainty that she was going to be an apt student.
And she’d agreed to be his wife. This woman who was savoring the head of his cock like she was memorizing his taste belonged to him.
And with complete awareness, he knew that he belonged to her. She was rewriting him, making him a different version of himself.
One who didn’t just exist but who really tried to the best man he could be. Her lips slid down his shaft taking more of him in even as his hand snaked back into her hair, cradling her skull.
The new him didn’t want to avoid relationships, didn’t want to hide. He wanted to live, and laugh, but most of all, he wanted to love. Her.
With startling awareness, he knew that he loved her. That this was the woman that he was meant to be with.
