Sure, Jarrod had promised that they would go all the way on their wedding night, but her mind still had its doubts.

Even last night, when she had slipped into that sexy pajamas, he seemed almost disinterested and just pleased her with his slender fingers.

And when she had the orgasm, she peeked at him. His face was a portrait of calm, almost businesslike.

The more he held back, the more she craved him.

Who wouldn't want a man with that kind of self-control?

Just thinking about his stoic face set her pulse racing. She could not wait to make love with him.

Right now, he was aroused and it was a good chance for Jamie. But then, Jarrod gently pushed her away.

Jamie was confused and disappointed, and she could not bring herself to make another move.

She turned her face aside, feeling unsatisfied.

Jarrod cradled the back of her head and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Jamie, you mean a lot to me. I want to give you only the best. Let me take care of you."

With that, he proceeded to bring her pleasure with his hand.

Jamie, for her part, felt cherished and was convinced by his sweet talk.

She just could not wrap her head around why he seemed to be more concerned about preserving her virginity than she was.

Fortunately, she had secretly undergone hymen repair surgery.

Otherwise, given his attitude, Jarrod would probably have made a big deal out of it.

Soon enough, she had no room in her mind for such worries. With her eyes shut, she surrendered to the pleasure.

As dawn broke, Raegan reached out and felt Mitchel's forehead. At last, his fever had gone down.

She took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Out of nowhere, a loud crash echoed through the ward.