Page 27 of Savage Rancher
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EMMA
"We need to talk," he says.
"Yes, we do." I reach up and touch his face, feeling the muscle jump beneath my fingers. Suddenly, I’m very conscious that I’m standing in their kitchen in his shirt without a stitch underneath.
His blue eyes trail down my body like he’s thinking of the same thing. He pulls me closer, his hand sliding into my hair.
"You're mine," he says, his voice rough. "You know that, right?"
I should probably object to the possessiveness in his tone. Should probably remind him that I'm my own person and make my own choices.
But I don't, because standing here in his kitchen, wearing his shirt, having just lied to Sheriff Garrett to protect him—Iamhis.
And he's mine.
"I choose you," I say, meeting his gaze. “That’s stronger than just being yours.”
Luke clears his throat. "So, uh, should we give you two some privacy, or...?"
Jake doesn't take his eyes off me. "Get out."
Mason's already moving toward the door, with Luke right behind him. "We'll be in the barn if you need us."
“We won’t,” Jake says.
Mason snorts. The door closes behind them, and then it's just me and Jake in the quiet kitchen.
Before I can ask what’s next, he lifts me onto the counter and steps between my thighs. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, and I grasp his shoulders.
His eyes go dark as they take me in, then his mouth is on mine—hot and demanding and absolutely devastating.
Claiming.
He’s making a point, showing me I’m his now—all the way.
For better or worse.
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JAKE
Eighteen years.
Eighteen fucking years I've been waiting for this moment, and now that it's here—now that Emma's on this counter with her legs wrapped around my waist and her mouth hot and desperate against mine—I can barely think straight.
She tastes like coffee and something sweeter, something pure Emma, and I can't get enough. My hands are in her hair, tilting her head back so I can deepen the kiss, and she moans into my mouth—a sound that goes straight to my cock.
Christ, I'm already hard—have been since the moment she shucked her clothes and put my shirt on. I almost swallowed my tongue when she tossed her top off, and her bare tits were right in front of me.
Is her pussy bare too? My shirt is huge on her, but all I’d have to do to find out is slip my hand under it.
I bet she’d be soft.
I bet she’d be wet for me.
I wrap her hair around my fists to keep them from temptation, but I can’t help pressing my cock into her.
