Jacob's strength and in her own newfound feminine power. Jacob's eyes had gleamed with passionate satisfaction and delight when he succeeded in bringing Emily to the shattering climax of their union.
It came to Emily then that this relationship with Jacob was the most important thing in her life. And following on the heels of that thought came another very primitive realization.
She would do anything in the world to protect this man and the love that had burst into full flower within her last night.
Emily was still contemplating the power of her protective instincts and wondering how such a fierce, wild streak could have lain dormant within her all these years when Jacob stirred and opened his eyes.
"The perfect woman," he said with a lazy, wicked grin as he surveyed the cup in her hand. "All my life I've wanted to have my coffee served to me in bed."
Emily smiled a little shyly. "I had no idea your fantasy life was so exciting."
"Don't make fun of my fantasies. I've lived on them for a long time." Jacob sat up against the pillows, yawning hugely. He held out his hand, and Emily walked to the side of the bed and put the cup and saucer in his strong fingers. He took it from her and then looked up at her expectantly. When she just stood there looking back at him, he scowled with mock impatience. "You're supposed to accompany the coffee with a kiss."
"Oh. How would you know if you've never had coffee served to you in bed before?"
"Emily, my sweet, some things a man just knows by instinct."
"I see." Emily bent her head and brushed her mouth lightly against his. He tasted warm and wonderfully familiar. "How's that?" she demanded lightly as she lifted her head again.
"If I weren't holding this cup and saucer, I would show you where you have room for improvement."
"Is that right?" Emily retorted.
"Damned right." He took a long swallow of coffee. "Fortunately for you, I'm a patient teacher. And you're a fast learner. I figure we're going to get along fine."
"Who says I have to do all the learning in this relationship?" Emily paused as the word "relationship" slipped out. She was not at all sure Jacob would like the sound of that. She knew from what he had said two years ago that he would never marry again, but she was not certain how he felt about other types of commitments. It would break her heart if he wanted to stay fancy-free and relatively uninvolved while she was trying to conduct an affair with him.
Jacob was studying her face as if trying to read the thoughts that must have been flickering in her eyes. "Nobody says you have to do all the learning, sweetheart," he said gently. "I'm learning a few things myself."
"Such as?" she asked breathlessly.
He hesitated just a fraction of an instant, as if thinking better of whatever was on the tip of his tongue. He smiled instead. "Such as how good you feel in my arms." He set the cup and saucer on a white end table and reached out to pull Emily down across his lap. "So good." He nuzzled the sensitive area behind her ear.
Emily felt the hardness of his thighs and the unmistakable force of his arousal. Her arms twined around his neck and she snuggled closer. "I'm glad," she whispered. "Because you feel very good, too."
"Remember the first time I kissed you?" Jacob asked softly.
"You mean the first time I kissed you. How could I forget? I was shattered when you called a halt right in the middle of things and sent me home." Her voice was quietly accusing.
She remembered that night with aching clarity. She would always remember it. It had been the night Jacob had finally gotten word his divorce was final.
Leanna's growing discontent and restlessness had finally led her into infidelity. It was no secret when the marriage went on the rocks primarily because Leanna managed to blow the whole thing into a major scandal. She had taken a lover who was a local politician, and when the affair became public knowledge the newspapers had had a field day. Jacob had been the stoic
It came to Emily then that this relationship with Jacob was the most important thing in her life. And following on the heels of that thought came another very primitive realization.
She would do anything in the world to protect this man and the love that had burst into full flower within her last night.
Emily was still contemplating the power of her protective instincts and wondering how such a fierce, wild streak could have lain dormant within her all these years when Jacob stirred and opened his eyes.
"The perfect woman," he said with a lazy, wicked grin as he surveyed the cup in her hand. "All my life I've wanted to have my coffee served to me in bed."
Emily smiled a little shyly. "I had no idea your fantasy life was so exciting."
"Don't make fun of my fantasies. I've lived on them for a long time." Jacob sat up against the pillows, yawning hugely. He held out his hand, and Emily walked to the side of the bed and put the cup and saucer in his strong fingers. He took it from her and then looked up at her expectantly. When she just stood there looking back at him, he scowled with mock impatience. "You're supposed to accompany the coffee with a kiss."
"Oh. How would you know if you've never had coffee served to you in bed before?"
"Emily, my sweet, some things a man just knows by instinct."
"I see." Emily bent her head and brushed her mouth lightly against his. He tasted warm and wonderfully familiar. "How's that?" she demanded lightly as she lifted her head again.
"If I weren't holding this cup and saucer, I would show you where you have room for improvement."
"Is that right?" Emily retorted.
"Damned right." He took a long swallow of coffee. "Fortunately for you, I'm a patient teacher. And you're a fast learner. I figure we're going to get along fine."
"Who says I have to do all the learning in this relationship?" Emily paused as the word "relationship" slipped out. She was not at all sure Jacob would like the sound of that. She knew from what he had said two years ago that he would never marry again, but she was not certain how he felt about other types of commitments. It would break her heart if he wanted to stay fancy-free and relatively uninvolved while she was trying to conduct an affair with him.
Jacob was studying her face as if trying to read the thoughts that must have been flickering in her eyes. "Nobody says you have to do all the learning, sweetheart," he said gently. "I'm learning a few things myself."
"Such as?" she asked breathlessly.
He hesitated just a fraction of an instant, as if thinking better of whatever was on the tip of his tongue. He smiled instead. "Such as how good you feel in my arms." He set the cup and saucer on a white end table and reached out to pull Emily down across his lap. "So good." He nuzzled the sensitive area behind her ear.
Emily felt the hardness of his thighs and the unmistakable force of his arousal. Her arms twined around his neck and she snuggled closer. "I'm glad," she whispered. "Because you feel very good, too."
"Remember the first time I kissed you?" Jacob asked softly.
"You mean the first time I kissed you. How could I forget? I was shattered when you called a halt right in the middle of things and sent me home." Her voice was quietly accusing.
She remembered that night with aching clarity. She would always remember it. It had been the night Jacob had finally gotten word his divorce was final.
Leanna's growing discontent and restlessness had finally led her into infidelity. It was no secret when the marriage went on the rocks primarily because Leanna managed to blow the whole thing into a major scandal. She had taken a lover who was a local politician, and when the affair became public knowledge the newspapers had had a field day. Jacob had been the stoic
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