Oh, how she wanted to stay mad at him…and oh, how impossible he made it. That little part of her that made her jealous of the woman who’d told him he reeked of sex made her offer herself with total abandon. She would damn well please him like none of those women ever had. Those days were over for him, because she always made sure there wasn’t one thing the man needed that she couldn’t give him.
“My God, Jake,” she whispered as a deep, aching climax engulfed her. He had a way of tasting her in these moments that only prolonged the climax until she literally cried out from the nearly painful ecstasy. He kept his fingers pressed tightly against her throbbing clitoris as he worked his lips back up to her throat. The man knew every move there was to please a woman.
“Still mad at me?” he teased.
“Yes.”
He met her lips as he moved on top of her. She could taste herself in his kiss. “Still?” he said softly.
“Yes.”
He moved inside of her then, filling her full and deep. Randy gasped as she raised her hips in response.
“Still?” he asked.
“No.” She leaned up and caught his lips again with her own, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down while he moved his hands under her bottom to support her and rocked in and out of her with perfect rhythm.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“Jake Harkner.”
“Every beautiful inch of your body,” he answered between kisses.
Between groans and gasps she replied, “And you belong to me, Jake Harkner. Every…single…inch of you.”
The talking stopped as the deep kisses continued and their bodies remained locked in perfect movements, now so familiar that neither of them needed to wonder if what they were doing felt good to the other.
“Don’t stop,” Randy begged.
“I’m trying…not to,” he answered. “It would help…if you weren’t such a beautiful woman…and if I didn’t…adore everything about you.” He kept up the erotic invasion for several more minutes before his life spilled into her in several hard, groaning shoves. His whole body shuddered, and he kept her under him. “I want to do this all night.”
Randy kissed his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. “We have to eat sometime.”
He fed her several delicious kisses. “Once more. Then we’ll eat. Then we’ll do this again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Already she felt his growing hardness against her thigh, but he sobered on the next words. “When I make love to you, I feel stronger.” He kissed her breasts. “Calmer.”
“Jake.”
He met her gaze again, and she detected tears in his eyes.
“What is it, Jake? You’re leaving something out.”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Jake, I can feel some of that anger and restlessness still there. What’s wrong?”
He sighed, collapsing to the pillow beside her. “Gretta had a visitor. That’s why she looked me up—to warn me.”
“Mike Holt?”
“Mike Holt. She thinks he’s still in town somewhere waiting for me and Lloyd. Last she knew, he had a friend with him…named Brad.”
“Oh no!” Randy turned onto her back. “Brad Buckley?”
“It has to be.”
“Does Lloyd know?”
“I pulled him out in the hallway and told him before I came here to our room. I hated telling him, because he’s so happy about the good money we made today.” He ran a hand into her hair and toyed with it. “Gretta said Holt even bragged about that thing with Evie. I didn’t tell Lloyd that. It would have been too hard on him.”
Randy felt his hand tighten on her hair. “We can’t tell Evie any of this,” she told Jake.
“Of course not, but we’re going to have to be very watchful when we shop tomorrow, and at that ball tomorrow night. Men like Holt won’t likely get in. It’s invitation only, but it’s a big event, so you never know. At least it will be right downstairs in the hotel lobby, so we won’t have to walk through town to get there.” He sighed. “I promised you a wonderful time, and now this. I should have killed Mike Holt when I had the chance to get away with it.”
“It would have broken Evie’s heart,” Randy reminded him. “She still worries about you. Earlier today she told me she hated to see you so lonely. It’s amazing how sweet she still is after what happened to her.”
Jake closed his eyes. “There’s an angel inside of her. She can’t possibly be mine.”
“Are you saying I had an affair?”