love you, I can’t do this if I don’t trust you. You have to give me all the information and let me make the decision when it’s something that concerns me.”
“I promise you. I promise you I’ll do everything to earn your trust again.”
“Then we won’t get a divorce.” She cracked a small smile. “You think I’m beautiful.”
I smiled back. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re a lucky man, then.”
“I’m the luckiest bastard.”
She nodded enthusiastically. “That you definitely are. There is nothing else I need to know, right? I want us to be okay, but there are no more surprises, right?”
“Have you read the divorce papers?”
Her stubborn little chin went up again. “No. I tore them up.”
My smile in place, I shook my head. “I gave the coffee shop to you. You were going to get it in the divorce. I never wanted it anyway.”
Her body stilled, her hands dropping from my face.
“Is it too late to change my mind about divorcing you?”
“I’m afraid so.”
She sighed. “Oh well. I’ll keep you, you keep the coffee shop—I think it’s a pretty good deal.”
“I’d have to agree.”
We stared into each other’s eyes. “What now?” she whispered.
“It’s Monday, so I need to cook you pasta. We have traditions.”
I got a small smile. “I do love couple traditions. That was the deal.”
“Your heart always has a home with me, Rose. No matter what, never forget that.”
“And yours will always have a home with me. Certain people are meant for each other and you were meant for me, Jack. And I was meant for you.”
“Yes, I’m yours. Only yours.”
Something changed in her eyes. “How do you feel about sex?”
My lips quirked. “In general, I approve of it.”
“But how about right now, specifically?”
Under her heavy gaze, I thought about it for a moment—for a very short moment—then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I definitely approve of sex if and only if I’m the one who is burying himself deep inside you, Rose Hawthorne.”
When I leaned back to look into her eyes, I realized she was already flushed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jack
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I mean it’s not a necessity, but maybe to seal every—”
My gaze shifted back to her lips and I couldn’t help myself anymore.
We crashed into each other, and the moment our lips touched, she let out a long groan and slid her arms around my neck. I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward until my painfully hard erection was squeezed between our bodies.
In response, she arched her back and smiled against my lips.
“Happy?”
Her eyes closed and, still smiling, she nodded. “This is a good marriage.”
“Anything you want, it’s yours,” I whispered then chased her mouth and tongue again. She tangled her fingers in my hair and let me taste her however I wanted. Letting go of her hips, I reached to the hem of her sweater and had to force myself to stop kissing her. Breathless, she let me, so, keeping my eyes on hers, I slowly peeled off her sweater and dropped it on the floor.
“It’s you I want,” she whispered. “Only you.”
Her gaze was intent on me as I looked down and let my eyes roam over her perfect breasts and flawless skin. She had a small birthmark right beneath her left shoulder toward her breast. I had missed it the first time I touched her like this. Not again. I’d learn every inch of her body until I could picture it perfectly when I closed my eyes. I touched her neck with my fingertips and let them slide down toward her heavy breasts. When I reached her lilac bra, I gripped the thin lace cups and pulled them down.
“Look at you,” I whispered.
Rose was breathing heavily, her nipples rising and falling, causing me to lose my mind. I glanced at her face and saw her eyes burning with anticipation. I let out a deep breath, feeling sheer relief now that she was truly mine. There were no lies, nothing standing between us.
I rested my forehead against hers so I could breathe for a moment. She cupped my cheek with her palm, letting me have that moment.
“I missed you,” I said hoarsely.
“I missed you,” she echoed.
I kissed her cheek then moved lower and brushed a hot kiss against the side of her throat. “You’re mine.”
She didn’t respond, but her body shivered at my words and her throat moved as she swallowed. I kept moving lower, tasting her skin with my lips until I reached her nipple. I closed