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I nod eagerly, happy to have an open channel of communication with the man I married and am supposed to spend the rest of my life with. I watch his gaze lower to my breasts before returning to my face. He doesn’t even care that I caught him ogling me.
“Did you know yesterday was my birthday?” I ask.
“Yes, baby girl. I did know,” he replies with a smirk. “I had to wait until you were twenty-one.”
“Wait for what?” I am confused.
“To get you alone so I could convince you to choose me. The Sanctuary and the omega auction just gave me the perfect opportunity, but I was coming for you regardless.”
My eyes must be the size of saucers, my shock clear for him to see.
“Why? Why would you want to marry me? I’m not special. Hell, I’m not even experienced with sex and stuff.”
Jonah shakes his head. “Not all men want experience and I love that no other man has ever touched or tasted you beforeme. I can teach you what I like, and that isn’t important to me. The moment I laid eyes on you I fell, hard. You made me feel something after years of being dead inside. I just wanted to be near you,” he explains. “But your father wouldn’t allow it. Even when I went to him after a few months and asked, begged, for his permission to marry you, he said no. So, I had to make another plan.”
“What would you have done if I didn’t want to marry you?” I ask, wanting to know his answer.
“It never crossed my mind,” he admits. “I thought if I felt this pull, you had to feel it too.”
His answer warms my heart for some unknown reason. He was so sure we belonged together that he never contemplated anything else. I take in his frown lines, the salt-and-pepper hair, and near white, neatly trimmed beard.
“How old are you, Jonah?”
“Does it matter?”
“No,” I reply honestly. “But it’s something basic I should know about my husband.”
He studies my face, taking in every detail before he answers. “Forty-seven.”
That’s a year older than my father. I knew he was older than me, but I didn’t think it was that much. Not that it matters. I meant what I said.
“I’ve never been a wife. I’ve never even had a boyfriend,” I say, breaking the silence. “You’ll have to guide me through this in the beginning.”
Chapter Eleven
Jonah
My heart pounds as I watch my wife do the math on the age gap between us. I honestly expect revulsion, but her words offer me some comfort. The fact that she is willing to take chances, to give us the opportunity to get to know one another, means everything. At least she didn’t freak out.
“I’m happy to help with whatever you need,” I say. “Tomorrow we can go and get your stuff from your dad’s house.”
“Tomorrow?” Autumn asks with a frown. “Can’t we wait a few days until he settles?”
“We can do whatever you want. You’re making your own decisions now.”
She seems to mull my words over carefully. “Then I don’t want to go tomorrow.”
“That’s fine.”
“And I want to try something,” she says, nerves coating her words.
“What would that be?”
“I want to have sex again.”
Shock isn’t the word I would use to describe how I feel when she says those words. I don’t know where this is coming from, and I would love to be inside her again. Right now, my first claiming of her as my wife is already feeling like a distant dream. But I need to think of her first.
“Autumn, I think we should wait,” I say, keeping my tone low.