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“No?”

“I think it was perfect timing. We weren’t in alignment with one another then, but now? It’s perfect. This is perfect.” She spreads her arms wide. “We needed more chapters added to our story to get our happy ending. Perfect things happen in perfect ways. If we weren’t getting married, would you have known the owner was selling? Or had I not worked that Saturday night all those months ago, would we have gotten together? Or if Frankie went in my place for your meetings in London and not me, would you have opened up to me and told me you loved me if your cousin Joanna hadn’t told you to when you met up in London? It’s all been down to timing.” She drifts off thinkingbefore she says, “Even after everything… the bad stuff… we’re still here, together…”

“Forever.”

“Yeah.” She smiles as I cradle her face in my hands. “I love you, Jacob.”

“I loved you when I was sixteen, and every year thereafter, now, always.”

I slant my mouth over hers, and we kiss and kiss, tasting each other, connecting us in intimate ways I once never believed were possible.

Our kiss becomes rough and she bites my bottom lip. “Let’s go home,” she mumbles.

“We are home.”

She lets out a sigh of contentment. “We’re home.”

Yes we are.

38

SKYE

A few weeks later

Earlier today we married on the grounds of our new home: a freaking castle. I still can’t believe it.

The ceremony took place outside. It was freezing, but exactly how I imagined it. The last of the snowdrops still in bloom, fluffy white shawls, a castle, and fairy lights. Sheer perfection. Then we moved into the grand hall where we ate, sang, danced, and laughed until the wee small hours until there was just me, and him.

My husband.

Foreheads touching, chests panting, our lips ghost one another as Jacob makes love to me slowly.

His eyes are full of emotion, and with every thrust, I feel him, every kiss. He pours his love into my skin. With every taste and lick, he memorizes every part of me as I melt into him like liquid gold.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, making my heart swell with warmth. “I love you.”

With soft hands, my fingertips trace his inked skin, worshipping every inch of him.

He kisses me deep, then deeper again, licking his tongue against mine, making me shudder with his deep affection.

We rock together in perfect timing. Undulating his hips in waves, he breathes hard, moaning loudly as we move into a faster rhythm. My nipples pucker when his inked skin rubs against them, causing a wave of pleasure over my skin.

Our bodies are electric with desire for one another.

“I love you, Jay.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that. Not ever,” he groans against my lips.

He pushes in further, the head of his cock rubbing my sweet spot, and I gasp when he tilts my hips at just the right angle. With every cell of my body tuned into his, we become one.

Holding himself deep and firm, digging his fingers into my hips, his pelvic bone teases my clit. My inner walls begin to clench; the pleasurable sensation burns in my thighs and between my pelvis.

He circles his hips, taking his time between thrusts as we both savor every moment.

Cupping my ass with his expert hands, the ones that know me so well, his cock flirts with my G-spot, once, and then twice and I come when he tells me to because I’d do anything for him.

Eyes locked as if he’s looking deep into my soul, he comes too as we writhe and moan together. He kisses me, groaning as he pours himself inside of me.

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