Free Her Secrets by Breena Wilde, 12 NA's of Christmas

wanted to date you. And then when you recommended The Count of Monte Cristo as a light summer read, I knew I wanted to know you.”
    Willow laughed-cried at that. She remembered the look on his face. He hadn’t been convinced when she handed him the eleven-hundred-page book.
    “ On our first date you took me to the beach. It was windy and cold but so beautiful. The tide was out and you walked me around the giant rocks, pointing out the anemones, starfish and different sea creatures. Your hair was down and kept blowing in your face. You took a hair band from your wrist and whipped your hair in a ponytail. The sun was setting and the rays hit the red in your hair, making it shine like fire. I gasped internally at your beauty.”
    She swallowed. She remembered that day, remembered going into the bathroom when she got home and being shocked at her appearance. No makeup, her hair a tangled mess.
    “At that moment I fell in love with you. I wanted to be with you, spend every waking moment with you. When we weren’t together I was thinking about you.”
    Willow nodded, understanding exactly what he was talking about. She’d felt the same way.
    “The eight weeks we spent together were some of the best of my life. Leaving you nearly killed me, but I had to do it, to make sure. I didn’t want to be a broken man. I wanted to be whole, complete, and able to be the kind of man you deserved.”
    Tears leaked onto her cheeks. She couldn’t stop crying.
    “ Seeing you again, the night at the beach, I knew. Knew. I loved you more than ever. And I hoped you love me to.”
    Willow nodded, unable to say anything, too filled with emotion to speak.
    His eyes watered. “Will you marry me, Willow?”
    She wiped the tears . “Austin, I want to say yes, more than anything, but are you sure? I might be dead in four days, or paralyzed. Are you sure you want that? You’ve been through so much.”
    “I’ll take you however I can get you, for as long as I can have you.”
    “Then, yes. Yes. Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”
    Austin slid the ring on her finger and kissed the palm of her hand. He got off his knees and kissed her lips, hard and full of passion. He put one knee between her legs and laid her back on the bed. Her tears immediately halted as hunger bloomed in her belly. His hands caressed her breasts over her bra. He teased her nipples until they were hard, pressing against the lace.
    “Wait, wait,” she gasped, putting her hands over his.
    Austin growled. “I thought this is what you wanted.” He smirked and leaned down, kissing each breast , the tip of his tongue swirling around the areola.
    God, his mouth was incredible. “I know. It is. But not right now.”
    Austin stopped and gazed into her eyes. “Why?”
    “We’re going to be married in three days. I have a bajillion plans to make and you are going to have to resist my womanly charms until our wedding night.”
    In response he moved his hand down, pushed aside her panties and slid a finger inside. “I don’t think I can.” He moved his finger in and out, then placed another inside.
    Willow closed her eyes, moaning at his touch. “You aren’t playing fair. How can I think when you’re doing that?”
    Austin chuck led, kissing her neck. His tongue trailed down between her breasts. She put her hands in his hair, moving her hips against his fingers. Delectable warmth built and tensed. She spread her legs wider, giving him easier access. He slid another finger inside. She moaned and writhed, squeezing her nipples. “I’m going to come, Austin. Fuck.”
    With his other hand he rubbed her clit softly. That pushed her over the edge and she screamed at the intensity of the orgasm.
    Austin pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. “You taste so good.”
    She gave Austin a sultry smile. “I want you inside me.”
    Austin shook his head in mock distain as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them off as well as his underwear. Then he climbed on the bed and