Page 65 of Savage Rancher
I start to move—slow, deep, deliberate. Not rough. Not claiming. Just loving her. Showing her with my body what I can't always say with words.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I groan at the sensation.
"Look at me," I murmur, and her eyes snap to mine. "Don't look away."
"I won't."
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I move inside her, watching every expression that crosses her face—pleasure, need, love. She's so open, so vulnerable, and it destroys me.
"You're mine," I say, my voice breaking. "You're mine, Emma, and I'm never letting you go."
"I'm yours," she gasps. "I'm yours, Jake. Always."
I feel her tighten around me, her body trembling, and I know she's close.
"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."
She shatters with a cry, her body arching, her nails digging into my shoulders. I follow her over the edge, burying my face in her neck as I come, her name on my lips.
We collapse together, breathing hard, our bodies still joined.
I roll us to the side, keeping her close, and she curls into me with a soft sigh.
"I've got you," I murmur into her hair. "I've always got you."
She nods against my chest. "I know."
We lie there in the fading afternoon light, tangled together, and for the first time in days, I feel something close to peace.
But in the back of my mind, the calculation is already running.
I won’t let Cole Turner anywhere near my woman.
64
EMMA
Iwake to sunlight streaming through Jake’s bedroom windows and the weight of his arm across my waist.
It’s been less than a week, and already I feel at home here. I can see myself here, with Jake—and even with Mason and Luke, like a strange, adopted family.
Then yesterday comes back to me, and I tense. Cole’s here in town. So much for hoping the whole situation would die down on its own. I think about my dad’s files, back in his office. I need to go over them again, more closely—before Jake acts.
Probably feeling my tension, Jake's arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer against him, and I feel the hard length of his cock pressing against my ass.
"You're awake," he murmurs against my neck, his voice rough with sleep. His lips brush the sensitive spot below my ear, making me shiver. "And you're thinking too loud."
As long as he doesn’t hear my thoughts. "I don't think loudly."
"You do." His hand slides up my rib cage, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. "I can practically hear the wheels turning in that head of yours."
I arch into his touch, my body already responding to him. "What am I thinking about, then?"
"Last night." His teeth graze my shoulder. "How I fucked you. How you came on my cock like such a good girl."
The words send heat straight through me, and I press back against him, feeling him grow harder. "Maybe."
"If you’re not, I didn’t do my job." His hand slides lower, over my stomach, between my thighs. "I’ll have to try again, to get your mind off things."
