Page 90 of Hidden Gem
“I don’t faint at the sight of blood or anything.” He grinned and unbuttoned her dress down to her waist. He looked at her, his eyes warm and reverent, like admiring a work of art. “I can’t believe it. Everything I’ve dreamed of is right here.”
He lowered his lips on her body, kissing his way under her bra, finding her nipples, tugging and teasing until she panted, hot and throbbing for him. He moved onto kissing her neck. “I love you so much. Baby or no baby. I want us, here, forever.”
His words travelled through her body like an electric current, burning their message into her spine as she arched her back, ready for him. She’d never been this turned on, this desperate, never felt a desire this intense. She needed him closer, filling all of her. Reaching under the hem of her dress, she peeled off her underwear, tossing it across the empty room. Then he smiled, sliding his hand under the dress, sliding his fingers in. The way he groaned made her chest expand. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. His eyes held it all: need, adoration, love.
“I need you,” she gasped, unable to stop herself. Her fingers found the button and zip of his jeans.
He didn’t need another invitation. Within seconds, he filled her, making all her uncertainty and hollowness disappear, turning her ache into an explosion of pleasure that radiated through her heart. She hardly noticed the moan rising from her throat, until she heard his response, an octave lower but equally out-of-control.
“Oh my God. You’re so hot... you have no idea,” he growled in her ear, thrusting into her again and again, driving her wild. “I don’t know how long I can last.” He lifted his face to look at her, his eyes dark and glassy.
She guided him to roll over so she could get on top. That’s all she needed. Those dark, grey eyes boring into her soul, worshipping her body, lips apart, his hand roaming down her hips as she straddled him. That’s where she found her release, her body pulsing and back arching as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
She wanted to stay here forever, her breasts pressed against his wide chest, their bodies merged. Was this really her, madly in love with a man so sweet and gorgeous? Marnie lifted her head, sneaking a peek of the face she couldn’t get enough of. “Are you for real?”
“Are you?” he asked. “Because I’m so relaxed right now, I could fall asleep. It’s magic.”
She chuckled, no longer bothered by the idea. If it worked, it worked. Why question it? She lowered her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. “Why don’t you? Let’s go back to your cottage. I need you to get some sleep so we can do this again. It’s probably some weird pregnancy thing, but I’m so turned on it’s not funny.”
“Oh,” he gasped, and hardened a little inside her. “Let’s not waste that opportunity.”
“After you sleep,” she said, reluctantly peeling herself off him.
There was no blood, no sign of anything wrong. She was still scared, but the fear had softer edges, like a dark cloud that might bring a heavy rain, but not a storm. She could cry against his chest. They’d get through it together.
Marnie picked her undies off the floor and smiled. “I think if you do this at an open home, you might have to buy the house.”
He chuckled. “Well, I made a good offer. They might take it.”
They got dressed and walked over to Jason’s house. Marnie followed Jason across the threshold, unable to wipe the grin off her face.
As the door closed behind them, Jason turned around and gathered her in his arms, nuzzling his nose into her hair. “You came back to save me.” His voice was gravelly, and Marnie felt hot tears against her scalp as he held her so tightly she could barely breathe. But she knew better than to move. This man needed her, and she’d be here for him for the rest of her days. Yet, she felt like the lucky one. The one who’d been saved and brought back to life. Not expired after all. Like salt.
6 MONTHS LATER
The banging on thefront door reverberated through the house, making Jason jump off his chair by the fireplace. He’d retreated into the lounge to let the women take over the kitchen. Whatever was going on involved intricate tools he’d never seen before. The air was filled with laughter, music and sugary scents, and the kitchen floor covered in sprinkles that crunched under his feet. Female voices mingled with the clinking of dishes.
