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“I do not object,” I say, my eyes closing in rapture as his soft, demanding lips travel downward. He presses teasing kisses against my throat.
His hot breath against my neck makes my insides turn to molten goo. “You taste good,” he says, letting his tongue flick out to lick my skin. “Salty. Sweet. Good enough to lay you down across this table and have my fill.”
“Please don’t make me break the jars!”
He laughs, and the vibration sends a ripple of pleasure through my whole body. “I would never.”
But I might, if he keeps tugging the neck of my top like that, moving it to the side to taste my collarbone with his tongue and lips. The suction is strong enough that I begin to wonder if this is going to give me hickeys. Do I care? Maybe not.
The thought of Jakob marking me in a place only he can see causes me to shiver. I’m compelled to hold on to him because I’m afraid my knees might give out.
My fingers latch on to his hair and grip the back of his shirt.
I pull at the material, desperate to rid him of his clothes. Jakob puts a frustrating few inches of distance between us but only enough to swiftly tug the shirt off over his head. He whips it into the basket of dirty clothes.
“Points for not dropping it on the floor,” I tease.
His laugh does wild things to my pussy.
And all that bare skin up close takes my breath away every time I see it. Jakob’s broad chest with its smattering of fine strawberry blond fur complements the mussed hair on his head. I don’t know where to touch him first. I let my hands go to his strong traps, then down over his thick arms. Jakob’s skin is warm and taut over his muscles, and I ache to touch him everywhere. He grips me close, covering my mouth with a kiss, and I let my hands go to his chest, exploring the broad pecs, thrilling at the soft hair against my fingers.
He groans into my mouth with lazy, lingering kisses as I let my touch follow that trail of fur downward over his stomach, which is strong and sculpted but soft in all the right places. So much to touch and kiss and hold on to. Jakob is everything I pictured in a husband. Everything I fantasized about.
Is he teasing me about honoring our childhood marriage pact? His tone was light, but something in his eyes…
I don’t believe he would mess with me. Jakob has been open and honest with me since the moment he stepped off the train. He’s been very clear about what he wants.
I accept his tongue into my mouth, warm and slow and searching. I feel his need awaken me between my legs. And the man’s tongue makes me tingle everywhere.
“Jakob,” I whisper between deepening kisses, my hands caressing the broad, heated skin of his back.
“Yes, Josephine?” Jakob asks with a wry grin, cupping my face and leaving soft kisses on each cheek, my forehead, my temples, my nose, my jawline, even my eyelids. His hands leave room for me to touch him everywhere, to explore all that skin, all that strength. But I want more.
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night and this morning.” I blush as I say these words. I’m asking for what I want, and I don’t do that very often.
“You already do,” Jakob says, working his way back along my jawline until he nips at my earlobe. “Just by being here with me. You make me feel ten feet tall.”
I run my hand down over the front of his jeans, surprising myself. “This,” I say, my hand resting on his hard length. “I want this.”
I press my fingers against his cock ever so slightly, feeling strangely powerful as I watch Jakob’s pupils dilate and his nostrils flare. He groans and pushes back a little.
His jaw tense, he replies, “I fucking want you, Josephine. All of you.”
18
Jakob
She shivers at that one simple phrase.
“Then you should have whatever you want,” she says, letting go of me, then crossing her arms to peel off her shirt, revealing a pretty pink bra that matches the rosiness of her cheeks. “If I’m to redeem myself as a hostess, that is.”
Josephine has nothing to redeem herself for. She is sublime.
The way she blinks up at me with her big, smiling eyes, her pretty teeth gnawing on her bottom lip, she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s all heat and nerves and anticipation.
“There’s something I need to tell you, Jakob,” she says. “I don’t have a lot of experience with any of this.”
“I’m not going to give you a performance review, love.”
