Love’s Sweet Revenge(121)
“Jake, you are deliberately changing the subject.”
He walked her backward toward the bed. “The way this dress fits every beautiful curve of your body drove me crazy all day today. I kept wondering if I’d ever get to take it off you.”
“Jake Harkner, if you need to talk about things that were said today, then talk about it. I know what it must have done to you when Little Jake asked about your father.”
“I don’t need to talk about it.” He pulled her full onto the bed. “I just want to celebrate the way that hearing went and enjoy the fact that I am free to be with my wife tonight in our own bed in our own hotel room—and that we’re free to go home.”
Randy stroked his hair away from his face. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m sure.” He leaned down and covered her mouth with his in a searching kiss, grasping her hair at the back in a strong, commanding grip. He moved his lips to behind her ear. “I’ve wanted to kiss you like this all day.”
“Oh?” She playfully pushed him away. “That was a pretty good kiss you planted on Gretta MacBain’s lips earlier.”
Jake grinned, grasping her shoulders and turning her over to unbutton her dress. “For your information, she wanted me to kiss her in the back room of that clothing store, but I refused. Then I figured after the way she stood up for me today, she deserved that kiss. Call it compensation for her services.”
“Compensation? Are your kisses worth money now?”
Jake laughed. “I don’t know. You tell me.” He continued releasing button after button.
“Well, I can think of a lot of women who would gladly pay for the chance to kiss the notorious Jake Harkner. They are all curious to know what it’s like.”
He got off the bed. “Stay right where you are.”
She lay facedown as he yanked the dress down over her shoulders. “And what do you say those kisses are worth?” He jerked the dress down over her hips and threw it over a chair, then pulled off her slips.
“Well, I always get those kisses for free, so I wouldn’t know how to put a price on them,” Randy quipped.
Jake pulled off her shoes, then pulled down her stockings. “Free?” He yanked off her underwear, down over her feet, then kissed the back of her legs. Randy shivered when his kisses trailed up to her backside. “My God, you still have the prettiest bottom,” he said softly. More kisses. “It’s perfectly round and small, and it drives me crazy.” He rolled her over and began unlacing her camisole. “Baby, you don’t get my kisses for free. You pay for them every time with this beautiful body.”
“Well, whatever they cost, I’ll gladly pay for it—for your services.”
He kissed her hard and deep, stroking her legs, her bottom, between her legs, over her belly, up to her breasts as her camisole spilled open. He pulled her to a sitting position and tossed the camisole to the floor.
“Are you saying you’re paying for stud services?”
Randy reached up and began pulling pins from her hair as he got off the bed to finish undressing. “Something like that. Right now, just touching you and knowing you’re here and free is thrilling enough in itself. I’m so happy, Jake! I just want to be sure you don’t go into that dark place over things that were said today.”
“I am very much in the light, Mrs. Harkner. And right now all I want is to be inside you. Just give me a minute to get the rest of these clothes off.”
Randy shook out her hair. “Oh, I am enjoying the show, Mr. Harkner.” She scooted farther back on the bed and wrapped her arms over her breasts. “Are you sure you don’t mind that these breasts aren’t so perky anymore?”
“Baby, your breasts are beautiful and full, and the best part is they belong just to me.” He shed the rest of his clothes and climbed back onto the bed, pulling her down underneath him and reaching under her hips. “So does this sweet bottom.”
Randy breathed deeply. It seemed everything about her husband was still big and hard, yet he could be so gentle it seemed to defy his size and the ruthlessness he could sometimes show others. He was all over her then, hands and lips touching and caressing and tasting, rolling her over to again kiss her bottom. He massaged her back to work out the tenseness of the day, then turned her back over, sending desire through her blood as he kissed at her neck, her breasts, her belly, down to secret places. She became totally lost in the need to please this man she had no right falling in love with all those years ago. This man she couldn’t even begin to imagine living without.