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“Kate…” he murmured against her stomach. He gripped her
tighter, dropped into her chair and pulled her onto his lap.

Before she could protest, his mouth was on hers. His lips
scorched her, his stubble scraping against her skin. His arms were around her,
caressing her shoulders, the nape of her neck, holding her tight.

She sank into him, opening herself to his kisses. His tongue
swept along the seam of her lips and then plunged inside, dominating, taking
control. The taste of sweet whiskey made her tongue tingle. He darted in and
out, swirling, tasting, and she answered his teasing with moves of her own. Her
arms wove around his neck, her fingers dancing in his hair, kneading his scalp.

If he took her right there in the parlor, she would let him.
The wantonness of such an act, the brazenness, the sheer foolhardiness made her
laugh.

He pulled away, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes
gazing deeply into her eyes. “What’s so funny?”

“I was thinking about how far this was going to go.”

“As far as you want, Kate.” He spoke low and huskily, the
voice of a man with lovemaking on his mind.

“I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you,” she teased.

It was his turn to smile. She loved how it lit up his face.
“Do you see me complaining?”

“Well, I am your boss…wouldn’t want you to consider it your
duty to pleasure me.”

Something flashed in his eyes. She held her breath, expecting
him to say that was the case. Why did she say such things?

“Never, Kate. I want you because you’re a hot-blooded woman.
I want to hear you pant and scream like you did the first time I touched you.”

Her throat constricted. “I’d like that too.”

Again she was overcome by a heady rush of emotion, of
feeling that this was right, this was what it would be like for the long haul.

She shook such notions from her. He’d already told her there
were no guarantees for the days ahead. Tonight was about their lust, their
desire. He’d made that clear. Tomorrow, they’d figure out the rest.

He looked up at her, gauging her reaction to what he’d said.
Waiting patiently for her to make her move. No doubt he’d seen her struggle
with indecision and doubt. What
was
wrong with her? Why couldn’t she
yield to what made her happy?

He wanted to fuck her. She would let him.

Their breaths were labored, as if there wasn’t enough air in
the room for them both. Their chests heaved together. They stayed that way for
a little while. Just staring. The connection she’d felt when they first met was
there. All that she’d feared wasn’t so important. All she cared about was this
moment together.

Chapter Nine

What the hell?

Kate continued to stare at Jake. His eyes glittered with
amusement and his upper lip quirked in a way that made her want to trace his
mouth with her tongue, to kiss him, to taste him.

Their eyes locked and Jake’s expression switched from humor
to desire as quick as a snap of the fingers. He’d read her thoughts, understood
all too well what she wanted, how she yearned for him to be inside her.

He stood slowly. Her pulse quickened.

Let me love you, Kate.

Sure, he’d spoken from his own need. Why had she put
conditions on what they had together?

He took hold of her by the arms and pulled her to her feet.
His lids lowered, a muscle flexed in his jaw. Kate craned her head back. His
rugged face reminded her she was a woman.

She couldn’t find her voice but now it was probably best to
keep silent. He was offering himself to her again and this time she wouldn’t
ruin what they could have with excuses, arguments or dumb statements. She
wouldn’t think about the consequences. This time she would do what felt right
and not worry about what tomorrow might bring.

Jake slid a hand around her waist, pulling her closer. Their
mouths were only inches from each other and she wanted so badly to kiss him.
Still, she held back. She didn’t want a repeat of what happened last night.

Before she could further contemplate how she could mess this
up, Jake’s lips brushed against hers. She sighed, melting into his embrace. Her
worries evaporated as he held her. The only thing on her mind was Jake and his
kiss. She curled her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips more firmly
to his.

What was at first exploratory now became carnal. Their heads
slanted to the sides as they opened their mouths to each other, tongues
tangling, tasting. Jake moved his hands from her waist to her hips and rested
on her buttocks. The hard length of his cock rubbed against her belly and she
wiggled closer. Shivers of pleasure raced along her flesh. Her nipples were
hard, aching for his touch. Moist desire wetted the crotch of her britches and
sparks of delight shot from her thighs to her breasts and back.

“Oh Katie,” he murmured, his mouth moving from hers to place
kisses along her cheek, her neck, her collarbone.

She thrust her chest out, hoping he would massage her
breasts and still the ache that pulsed through them. He gave her what she
wanted. His hands slid up her rib cage to palm her breasts but it wasn’t
enough. She tore at her buttons until her shirt fell open to her waist,
revealing a cotton camisole underneath. Her nipples jutted against the fabric
and Jake took a moment to watch her as she undressed. The glare of pure desire,
need, hunger in his eyes was enough to make her whimper.

“Let me help,” he demanded in a hoarse whisper.

Kate took a step back and he slowly peeled the heavy shirt
from her figure, tossing it to the floor. The camisole came over her head,
pulling her hair out of its pins.

He slid the backs of his fingertips up and down her arms,
gooseflesh following in their wake as he admired her naked breasts.

“Keep going,” she whispered and his fingers tugged lightly
on her waistband.

A blush crept over her flesh but whether from embarrassment
or pure desire, she wasn’t sure. She certainly wasn’t about to let it stop her.

Kate undid the buckle at her waist, hung it in the air for
enough seconds to watch the muscle in Jake’s cheek flex, then she dropped it.
He inched the fabric over her hips, down her legs until the britches pooled
around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She was
dressed only in her drawers and stockings.

Jake’s gaze raked her up and down. He licked his lips and
smiled in a wicked way. “Finish,” he said, growling.

Kate turned her back to him, glancing over her shoulder in
what she hoped was a coquettish invitation. Slowly she unhitched her drawers,
hooked her thumbs on the sides and shimmied them over her buttocks, down her thighs,
letting them drop to the floor. She was teasing him, showing him the naked
flesh of her back but not the moist flesh of her cunny.

Jake waited patiently for her to finish, waited for her to
be totally naked. He gripped her thighs and his cock brushed along the firmness
of her buttocks, back and forth, back and forth until her knees threatened to
buckle.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. He stroked her silky
legs and kissed the small of her back. “More beautiful than I could have
imagined in any dream.” He spun her around and cupped her chin. “You are the
woman I’ve been waiting for, Katie. I didn’t realize it until tonight.”

Kate closed her eyes, wanting this moment to last. Where
would they go from here? She couldn’t ask for any more than tonight.

Jack nuzzled her neck. He let her go and dropped to his
knees, palming the curls of dark hair covering the apex of her thighs. She
shuddered and moaned as he blew a warm breath on the sensitive spot.

Lord, how she wanted him to press his lips into her folds as
he’d done before.

Before she told him to do just that, he stood. He caressed
the undersides of her breasts, rubbed his thumbs on the rosy peaks until she
was pulling him by his hair, desperate for his mouth to suckle her.

“Oh Jake, please.” She wasn’t too proud to beg.

He chuckled low in his throat, blowing lightly on her
sensitive nipples, teasing them with his fingers. She moved restlessly against
him, wantonly. Her cunny was slick with need, pulsing for him to bury himself
deep within her.

And then finally his tongue darted out to tease one nipple.
Her body exploded with an exquisite sensation that wrapped around her core and
shot sparks throughout her limbs. He flicked his tongue back and forth, first
on one nipple and then on the other, and when she was sure she’d faint from
pleasure, he took one into his mouth and sucked. It was then she realized she’d
never experienced anything like this. It was more than just what he did to her
body—and he was talented—but the fact that it was Jake.

Her Jake. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if it were true?

While he continued to lave and suck her nipples, his fingers
deftly swooped lower into the wet curls of her cunny. He massaged her, his
fingers rolling the little nub of pleasure back and forth until she gasped for air.
She could not hold her own weight any longer, and with one muscled arm Jake
supported her as he pleasured her with his mouth and fingers.

“Come for me,” he growled against her breasts.

Although Kate wasn’t exactly experienced, her body yielded
in the way he wanted. Her head fell back and guttural moans and gasps escaped
her mouth. God, he was good… He stroked her to madness. His fingers dove inside
her slick cunny. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She gave in to him.

Kate quaked and shuddered against him as wave after wave of
pure ecstasy tunneled through her. She’d never felt so alive, so cared for. She
wanted more, a lot more.

“That’s a girl, Katie.” He kissed her neck and then her
lips.

The flames that had started to die down lit anew and she
rubbed herself against him, seeking the pleasure he could bring her once again.

“Shall I take you to bed?” he whispered.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she crooned. She would not deny herself
what this man offered any longer.

Jake lifted her effortlessly into the air and walked to her
bedroom. The only light was the sparkle of the moon slicing through her
curtains. Silver reflected like magic from his eyes. He laid her gently on the
bed and stood back as if to look his fill of her. His gaze was approving and
full of desire.

She crooked her finger to him and just barely made out the
imperceptible shake of his head.

“Patience, Katie girl.”

Patience wasn’t her long suit.

He worked the buttons on his shirt, tossed the garment to
the floor. She lay back against the pillow and watched him strip off his
clothes. He gave as good as he got, she reckoned. She enjoyed watching.

As he began to work on his denim and boots, taking his time,
Kate admired his physique. The man was perfection. Corded muscle and sinew
flexed and bunched as he undressed. She sat up and parted the curtains a little
farther to let more light in. She wanted to see him, all of him.

As he removed his denims, she smiled. Lordy, he wasn’t
wearing anything underneath. His sun-kissed back faded into pale, muscled
buttocks.

He came toward her, now naked and fully aroused. Her eyes
traveled over his chest, with its light sprinkling of crisp hair, over his hard
stomach to the length of his cock, which sprang upward, long and thick. A
purple vein traveled and pulsed over the length of him. She would run her
finger over that purple line and hear him moan. She would torture him as he had
tortured her.

She gulped as excitement raced through her. “I’ve never seen
a man…built as marvelously as you.”

Jake grinned. There wasn’t an ounce of modesty in him.

He saw her whip dangling from her bedpost. His mouth curved
into a wicked sneer. “I think it’s your turn to be disciplined, boss lady.”

He grabbed the whip and Kate sat up. Anticipation and fear
snaked through her. She wanted him to use the whip—it would be sinfully
delicious—but she was also afraid. She had to trust he wouldn’t hurt her. Her
breathing increased and her heart beat a rapid staccato.

Jake slowly let the whip unravel as he walked to the side of
the bed. She bit her lower lip.

“Be gentle with me, Mr. Foreman,” she murmured, surprised at
the seductive edge in her voice.

“Oh, I plan on it.” Jake gently traced her arm with the
whipstock. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Put your arms over your
head.”

“What if I refuse?”

“You might be boss of this ranch but lovemaking is my
territory.”

Kate lifted her arms over her head, her breasts rising and
falling heavily, her nipples hard and tingling.

Jake continued his path with the leather cord, over her
ribs, around each breast. The touch of the leather was so light on her flesh it
tickled and yet at the same time an expectation built up inside her until she
was panting.

He kneeled on the bed, hovering over her. “I think,” he
said, trailing the leather over her stomach to her thighs, “your punishment
should be never-ending pleasure.”

“Please,” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He sucked on her bottom lip and then nudged her legs apart
with his knee. She gasped as he came down on top of her, warm chest to her
breasts. His thick, probing cock caressed her wet center.

Both of them shuddered at the sudden contact. He pulled away
with a groan. “Not yet, Katie.”

He pressed his lips to her neck, to her breasts, drawing her
nipple lazily into his mouth. For a moment the whip was forgotten.

She decided maybe he might like to hear how wonderful his
lovemaking was. “I…I like that,” she said with hesitation.

“Me too.” He pulled back, his eyes locking with hers. Before
she could tell him how much he meant to her, he lifted himself off her and
rolled her facedown onto her belly. “Grip the bedpost,” he told her.

She held on to the wooden rungs of the headboard and licked
her lips. What would he do next?

He straddled her thighs and trailed the whip down her spine
and over the crevice of her ass, his mouth following the path until she
shuddered and moaned.

Then he spanked her ass with the flat of his hand.

She sucked in a breath, surprised at the sudden smarting of
her skin and the pleasure she derived from it. She found herself instinctively
raising her ass for him to do it again. And he did, this time harder.

“Do you like that, Katie?” he asked in a husky tone. His
cock pressed against the slick folds of her cunny and her insides quivered.

“Yes,” she said.

He slapped her other cheek this time.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

His cock pressed against her slit, entering her barely an
inch. She gasped at the invasion and lifted her hips higher.

“Uh-uh, boss,” he said, snapping the end of the whip against
her ass cheek and entering her a little more.

It stung but it was exciting and she trembled with the need
for him to impale her with his heavy cock. This was indeed torture. She wanted
him to drive home, to thrust deep and hard and never stop.

“Oh God, Jake… I need you.”

“Katie girl.” His breath was labored. “I want to pleasure
you all night long.”

“You’ll get no argument from me,” she said.

He stilled and pulled out of her. What was he doing?

He lifted off her and rolled her over, settling himself
between her thighs. His gaze connected with hers, filled with conflicting
emotions. “I want you now, Katie. I want you…” His words hit a chord deep
inside and she choked as she tried to hold back tears.

She spread her legs wider, locking them up around his hips.
She rocked back and forth, pleasure enveloping her as his length rubbed against
her cunny. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“I can’t, I won’t.” His lips captured hers for a long,
searing kiss. Their mouths were a tangle of tongue, lips, teeth, sucking,
biting, licking until she could wait no longer.

“Jake,” she begged, lifting her hips again.

The tip of his cock slid into her. She arched, her heels
pressing into his buttocks, urging him forward. He slid in another inch. The
walls of her sex pulsed, pulling him farther in.

He was large, his cock welcome. And he was taking his sweet
time.

He groaned deep in his throat and thrust home. She raised
her back on a scream, taking him in deeper. They stayed this way for a moment
and she gasped for breath at the succulent length of him that filled her so
well.

On some primal cue, they began to move. She lifted herself
to him as he pulled out and pushed back in. Their rhythms matched in
synchronized gyrations. With each thrust, Kate believed she might die and float
up to heaven.