My whole body is pulled tight. She’s searching my face and slides closer to me on the bed. “I can’t let you give up your work.”
I start to breathe again, but just barely. I won’t feel normal again until she tells me she’s mine. “I’m not giving you up.”
“Dylan—" she starts, but I don’t let her finish. “I’m telling you, Jenna, all that matters to me is you. Tell me you’re mine, and we can work the rest of it out.”
She cups my jaw, her hand going across the stubbled hair of my chin. “I love you too, Dylan Riggs.”
My chest heaves with emotion, and all I can get out is “Jenna” before I’m pulling her in my lap. “I’ll never walk out again. Never.”
Her eyes flutter closed, and when she opens them again, I can see the pain in them. Her arms go tighter around me. “I thought you were leaving me. I thought... I thought you got what you wanted, and you were leaving.”
My hands grip her waist in a possessive hold, my fingers digging into her delicate skin. I force myself to loosen my hold. “Jenna, baby, what I want from you is for you to be my wife.”
She gasps. And I continue, “I want to live with you, lie with you in my arms every night and wake up like that too. I want you to have my babies. I want to help you make all your dreams come true. I want it all, Jenna. But only with you.”
I cup her face and hold her steady, searching her face. “Be mine, Jenna. Be my wife.”
“Yes,” she answers, nodding her head, tears rolling down her face.
I can’t hold back any longer. I press my lips to hers. I’ve already learned that there’s not a simple kiss with Jenna. Once I taste her, once I feel her lips on mine, I want more than just a peck of our lips. I want to ravage her, mark her, and show everyone that she’s mine.
I lay her back on the bed and settle over top of her. I want to take her, more than anything, but I know there’s something I have to do first.
I pull my lips from hers. “Needless to say, you’re going to have to come off Seeking Curves.”
She looks confused for a minute and then blushes. “John wanted...”
I shake my head, not needing her to explain. I pull my phone from my pocket and open the email I got. “I got this.”
She scans the email. “Dylan Riggs, are you on Seeking Curves?” Her face is filled with jealousy, and before she can get herself worked up, I tell her, “Yes, I joined when John asked me to check it out. I didn’t know you then, but I filled out the application. This is the first match I got.”
She stutters. “Me? I’m your first match?”
I shake my head. “No, you’re my only match.”
I kiss her then, because I can’t hold back anymore. I put everything I have into this kiss. The love I feel for her, the fear of losing her, the jealousy when I found out she was on Seeking Curves, all of it. My hand slides down her body, and she stops me, pulling her face away. “So you know this means you’re coming off Seeking Curves, right?”
I nod. “Yeah, baby, I know.”
Seemingly satisfied, she pulls at my shirt, smiling. “That’s good 'cause I don’t share.”
My shirt comes off my head, and she tosses it to the floor. I pull her robe open, and she’s naked underneath. My eyes bulge out of my head, looking at her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I know I’ll never get tired of her. “I don’t share either.” I grunt the words at her.
She reaches between us, her hands quickly undoing the button and zipper on my jeans. I help her pull them down as she takes off the thin robe. I reach between her thighs, and she’s already soaked for me. Because I can’t wait to claim her, I enter her, hard and fast. With each thrust, she mewls underneath me. I kiss her, pushing in and out of her, claiming her. “You’re mine, Jenna.”
She meets me thrust for thrust. “Ahhh! And you’re mine.”
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” I tell her.
She does, and the emotion is right there; I can feel the love she has for me. It’s too much; I can feel emotion welling up inside me. It’s a need to possess her. It’s overwhelming, and I try to tamp it down, but I can’t. “Fuck! I love you, Jenna.”
She opens her mouth, but all that comes out is a strangled cry as her orgasm takes over and her pussy convulses on my dick. I keep thrusting through her tight channel as my balls clench and my climax rocks through me. Deep and low in my throat, I say it again. “Mine.”