Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Your woman?” she says.
“You heard me.”
“How could I ever be yours, though?”
“I don’t know how, but don’t you feel it?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EMMA
My entire body is aching all over after what we did. Toward the end, when he turned savage, I was coming so much I didn’t even realize how hard he was pounding my pussy. I feel it now like he’s left a permanent mark on me. Every movement, even small ones, reminds me of the passion. He lies there with his T-shirt on, staring sincerely. He means it. He wants me to be his woman, whatever that could possibly mean in this context.
“Obviously, I feel something,” I murmur.
He sighs and sits back, wincing a little.
“Your back?” I say quickly, remembering how I grabbed it as we made love, fucked, a mixture of both. “I grabbed—”
“Don’t you even think about apologizing for that,” he snaps. “You were so perfect when you lost control, so damn excitable, the way you were moaning and bouncing for me.”
“But you’re hurt,” I say.
“I’ve been hurt before,” he says gruffly. “It doesn’t matter. It was worth it. You’re worth it.”
I snuggle closer to him, kissing him on the cheek, then resting my head against his chest. Now that we’ve stopped moving, I’m realizing how much colder it is in here than next to the fire. He hugs me close and brushes his hand through my hair.
“How can you say I’m your woman?” I ask quietly. “It can’t mean anything once the storm has passed, right? Once the storm is over, we’re—”
“Don’t say it,” he cuts in like the very idea is sick to him, even the thought we don’t belong together. “We have something.”
“What about after the blizzard? When we’re not trapped? What about when Dad finds out?”
“We’ll just… just have to tell him.”
I rarely see Jacob hesitate. I bet it’s rare for anybody to see him pause like that, that almost boyish uncertainty coming into his usually steady eyes. He looks like he’s thinking of all the times he’s ever spent with Dad, back to their days in the military. It’s like he wakes up from a dream.
“You’re right,” he sighs through gritted teeth. “What am I thinking? But it’s how I feel, Emma. I can’t ignore that. That’s why I wanted to—”
“Don’t say it,” I cut in like he did with me because I can’t hear that. I can’t even think about it—the idea of a world without Jacob.
I hug even closer to him when the cabin shakes as if the wind will pick it up and send us through the air. Maybe to a new place, a new world, one where Dad is miraculously okay with what we’re doing, one where he somehow supports us—a fake world, perhaps.
“What do we do?” I whisper.
“We focus on keeping you and Mike safe. After the blizzard, we’ll find out why he left. Then we’ll be able to catch or kill Rafael.”
“Catch or kill him? I thought we were hiding.”
“We are,” he snaps. “I meant… after I confirm he’s not coming to the States, I’m going back there to tear out his heart for daring to threaten you.”
Suddenly, his lips are on mine again. There’s an instant melding that happens when we kiss. It’s like our atoms are fusing together. I know how ridiculous that seems, but it feels true. It even lets me forget the look in his eyes when he corrected himself. He glances away, seeming suspicious. Like he’s hiding something, but what? Maybe one day, we’ll run out of secrets.
He slides his hand down my body. Every time he squeezes onto my hips, I can feel how hungry he is for more. It’s like our bodies talk to each other. Already, we know each other. We bonded more when we had sex than most people do in weeks.
But what was that look in his eyes about?
He slips his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy. The stickiness mixes with the new wetness. My pussy aches deliciously.
“I’m a bit tender,” I whisper.
He removes his hand, leaning back. “It’s okay.”
“No, I can, just not as hard as last time.”
“Did I get too rough?” he asks gruffly.
“No. It was amazing, but maybe not every time.”
“Your tight, inexperienced pussy needs time to recover,” he says, his voice getting husky, gently rubbing my clit now. He moves so slowly, gently massaging me, and then he rolls over and holds himself up with one arm, staring intensely down at me. “I’ll be slow. I’ll be gentle.”
“Do you think you’re capable of that?” I ask in a teasing tone.
“I have to be,” he says gruffly. “It’s what you deserve. I keep forgetting that, Emma. What you deserve is so much more than what I gave you on graduation night.”
I grab onto his shoulders, reminding myself not to touch his back as he rubs his massive tip against my entrance. Unlike before, there’s no fear. There’s no doubt. I know he’ll be able to slip into me.