“You like?” she teased, glad that Jared appreciated her sexy lingerie, black thong panties with a matching garter belt and stockings. She tore at his clothing, divesting him of his jacket, shirt, and the accessories of the tuxedo. Once he was bare from the waist up, she stroked her palms lovingly over his chest, savoring the rippling muscles as she moved her hand lower.
“No,” he growled as Mara reached for the zipper of his pants.
Tossing their coffee cups into the sink with a loud clatter, he lifted her onto the kitchen table, his hands immediately reaching for her bare breasts. “These have haunted me all day. All I could think about was getting you out of this damn dress so no other man could see what was mine.” His mouth closed over her nipple, biting gently before laving it with his tongue.
Mara clutched his hair, urging him for more. He gave it to her, his mouth alternating from breast to breast, teasing them both until they were so sensitive it was almost unbearable.
Finally, Jared straightened, his hungry gaze fixed on her. Mara felt wanton and beautiful, her sexy, lingerie-clad body sprawled out on the kitchen table, Jared’s hungry eyes devouring her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said fiercely, his fingers stroking lightly over the silk panties. “And you’re so wet for me.”
“No teasing,” she begged. “I need you today.”
“You have me forever,” Jared pledged gruffly. “I hope you’re not too attached to these panties.” One hard tug pulled them from her body, a loud ripping noise audible as the material gave way to Jared’s considerable strength.
His fingers stroked through her welcoming heat, sliding against her clit.
“Jared. Please,” she pleaded, writhing on the table.
He unzipped his pants and liberated his cock, using the head to tease her clit. “You’re mine, Mara. Say it,” he commanded.
“Yes. Yes. I love you, and I’m yours,” she whimpered.
“I love you,” he groaned, plunging deeply inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he slid her ass to the edge of the table.
“Oh, God. You feel so good.” Mara thrust her hips forward, savoring the feel of him inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing him even closer.
“I’m claiming you. No more bullshit about me not making you mine,” he said gutturally as he slammed into her again.
“You’re mine, too,” Mara asserted with a loud moan.
“Always, baby.” He started moving inside her faster, harder.
The spiral in her belly started to unfurl, tension spreading to every part of body. “Yes. Fuck me, Jared. Hard.”
He pumped into her with an intensity that took her breath away. Panting for air, she moaned as her sheath started to spasm, clamping down on his cock. She splintered as Jared pounded in and out of her unceasingly, no mercy, his fingers searching and finding her clit. He stroked over the tiny bundle of nerves as she shattered screaming his name. “Jared!”
He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her protectively, lovingly. “I love you, sweetheart. Never forget. Never forget,” he insisted, the muscles in his neck straining as he let out a tortured groan.
Wrapping her arms around him, she dug her nails into his back as she milked him of his orgasm, her body trembling against his.
“Mark me, Mara,” he growled carnally, spearing his hand into her hair and burying his face in her locks.
Primitive instinct surrounded them, and she finally stopped clutching at his back and leaned against him, spent.
They stayed that way for moments or hours. Mara felt like time was standing still as they clung to each other, both of them gasping for breath.
“I love you,” she told him breathlessly, her voice muffled against his chest.
“I love you, too, baby. But I’ll never be able to look at this table without getting hard,” he rumbled, his voice sounding amused.
Mara laughed, hugging him harder against her body. “Are we going back to the guest house? I have no clothes here.”
“No. No more guest house. We can work there, but I want you in my bed where you belong.”
Her heart soared with joy. “Yes. Please.”
“Fuck it. I’ll bring your stuff here later. You aren’t going to need any clothes for a while.”
Lifting her off the table, her legs still around his waist, Jared carried her up the stairs and to his bed.
Mara sighed against his shoulder, knowing the emptiness and loneliness she’d felt since her mom had gotten sick were finally gone forever.
“You’re going to marry me. Soon,” Jared demanded as he dropped her gently on his bed.
Her pulse raced as she looked up at him. “I think we’ve had this discussion before. You didn’t ask.” She was teasing him just like she’d done the first time he’d gone to the market and demanded she spend the day with him, but once again she saw a quick flash of vulnerability in his intense green eyes before it disappeared. She had to wonder all over again if he demanded because he was afraid she’d say no. “I guarantee I’m a sure thing if you ask,” she told him softly.
“Well, will you?” He parroted exactly what he’d said at the market that day, a grin starting to spread across his face as he relaxed and teased her back.
She beamed at him. “I’d love to, Jared. Thank you.” She repeated the same words she’d said to him at the market.
His grin grew even broader as he climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her, stalking her. She squealed as he pounced, trapping her body beneath his powerful form.