Moving_Violations (24 page)
Authors: Christina M. Brashear
“The house on fire?” she asked huskily.
“No.” He shook his head, his gaze going to those perfect breasts once again.
She cleared her throat. “You got produce or strange articles you’re wanting to try out?” Her eyes gleamed in interest.
“Nope.” He stilled the grin wanting to form at his mouth.
She frowned in disappointment. “Oh. Well, I’m going back to sleep.” She went to flip back over.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He laughed, gripping her arms and pulling her up in the bed.
“Get showered and dressed. I laid out that pretty cream-colored dress that was hanging in your closet, and everything else you need. We’re in a hurry.”
She grumbled under her breath, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she stared up at him. “What’s the hurry? A dress? Where the hell are we going that I need a dress?”
“Church.” The word hung in the air around them as she shook her head in confusion.
“Today’s Sunday? Are you sure?”
“Today’s Friday.”
“Are you trying to deliberately confuse me?” She frowned then, the sleep slowly clearing from her eyes. “Why are we going to church, Jackson?”
“To get married.”
“Oh, that’s okay th…” Her eyes widened, blinked, as she swallowed tightly.
“Married?”
“I won’t let you back out of it either, Becca,” he warned her fiercely. “We’re getting married.”
“Married?” she whispered, shaking her head. “When did you propose?”
“Propose? No way.” He shook his head, fighting his irrational fear that if he didn’t marry her now, then something would happen, some way, somehow, someone would destroy the chance.
Jackson wasn’t a fool. Had Lawrence managed to actually rape her, then Becca would have healed from it. She would have left him, would have fought any chance they had of surviving it together. If he tied her to him, and did it now, then no matter what happened, she was committed. She was his.
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Moving Violations
“Jackson.” She shook her head. “You’re supposed to propose.” She protested as he pulled her from the bed. “You know? Wine, a ring, all that good stuff?”
“Rings are at the church, we’ll celebrate with wine afterward. Now shower.” He pulled back the door and began adjusting the water.
“Jackson, I want to marry you.” He stilled, his heart lodging in his throat as he sat down slowly on the edge of the tub.
He stared up at her, his heart breaking as he remembered her screams. She had screamed out his name, begging him to help her. If Angie hadn’t been there, there had been no way he could have gotten to her in time.
“I can’t lose you, Becca,” he whispered then, jerking her to him, his face buried at her stomach as he fought the emotion surging inside him. “Do you understand me? No matter what happens, no matter what anyone else does, you’re my heart. You’re my world.”
“What time is the ceremony?” she asked softly, sliding down until she rested on her knees, staring up at him with a wicked glint in her eye.
“Two hours.” He touched her face, marveling at how deeply he loved her.
“So when did you intend to do the actual proposal?” She arched a brow curiously.
Jackson grinned. “During the honeymoon.”
She shook her head, laughing up at him then. The sheer pleasure and love he saw in her filled his world.
“Marry me, Becca,” he whispered then, needing to know it was what she needed as well.
“Yes, Jackson. I’ll marry you.”
He would have spoken. Hell, he had every intention of whooping in joy. But a second later her mouth closed over the head of his erection, sucking the breath from him as she began to suck his flesh deep into her mouth.
Damn, his Pixie Pest was a daily surprise. A treasure. His heart.
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About the author:
Lora and Veronica welcomes mail from readers. You can write to them c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
Also by Lora Leigh:
• Bound Hearts series
o Surrender
o Submission
• Feline Breeds series
o Tempting The Beast
• Legacies series
o Shattered Legacy
o Shadowed Legacy
• Men of August series
o Marly’s Choice
o Sarah’s Seduction
o Heather’s Gift
• Menage a Magick
• Wolf Breeds series
o Wolfe’s Hope
o Jacob’s Faith
o Aiden’s Charity
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