“Jacob…” she whispered his name as she fought herself, fought the certainty that he was stealing her heart in a way she’d never recover from.
The broad crest pushed past the bare folds between her thighs, drawing a gasp from her at the stroke of heated pleasure. Pressing against the narrow entrance to her sheath as her hands braced on his hard stomach, Sallie watched his face, his eyes, as he began impaling her.
She shook her head, gasping at the sensations tearing through her. The pleasure-pain of the penetration, her need for more, and the look on his face, so hard and dominant, weakened her. Her defenses were being torn to shreds. Her resistance against him was destroyed in those moments.
The pleasure was indescribable. With each inch forged inside her, she lost herself to him more. Just as she had before. She could feel it and the battle to hold back was lost as each inch of his broad shaft pushed inside her.
“Feel good, baby?” His hands gripped her hips as she rocked against him, taking more and more with each motion.
“Jacob,” she breathed his name, her voice rough.
One hand moved from her hip to her breast, his fingers finding her nipple and creating another firestorm in her senses.
“Tell me.” The demand was powerful, his voice grating with an excess of pleasure. “Come, baby, talk to me.”
A helpless whimper escaped her lips.
“So good,” she sobbed, tightening as his hips jerked, his cock burying deeper. “Oh God, Jacob, it’s so good. So hard, so good.”
She could barely think.
She cried out as she moved against him, felt him stretch her farther.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh God, Jacob, please, more.”
She needed him to fill her, to take her.
Instead, he was taking her by slow, measured increases despite her attempts to move on him, to take more of him.
“Please,” she cried out, her nails raking his abs. “It hurts so good, Jacob. Make it hurt so good…”
Six years ago that plea had broken him. It broke him again.
Sallie was barely aware of her sharp, desperate cry as he thrust inside her, hard. Holding her hips, he pulled her lower, his head lifting to cover a nipple as he pushed harder, deeper, taking her, stretching tight, sensitive tissue and stroking over hypersensitive nerve endings.
She was awash in such fiery sensations that processing them was impossible. His mouth sucked at her nipple, his tongue lashing it as he began pounding inside her, hard, jackhammer thrusts that pushed her fast and hard into an orgasm that had her screaming out his name. Shudders tore through her, her nails dug into his shoulders, and she was certain she’d die before the shattering sensations could ease.
He didn’t give them time to ease. With a growl, he turned, laying her back on the bed, still buried within her. He went inside her deeper, harder. He didn’t let up despite the hard contractions of her sheath, her sobbing cries. And before the first orgasm could ease, she felt herself being pushed into another.
He was tireless, relentless.
His lips covered hers, his tongue pushing against hers, his kisses deep, voracious as he fucked her. Pumping inside her with powerful driving thrusts, he didn’t let up, gave her no mercy. He gave her the most incredible rapture, driving her into another orgasm that threw her harder, higher as she sobbed out his name, her lips moving to his neck as he released them, and she bit.
The growling groan that rippled from him came as his thrusts increased into her desperate, clenching sheath, then drove deep. She felt his cock thicken as her release rocked her. A second later, the furious pulse of his semen shooting inside her extended the ecstasy, stealing her mind, her will.
Hard, wracking shudders tore through her body as she willingly gave herself to the madness. His lips were at her shoulder, her neck, and she knew he was marking her again. Claiming her in ways he hadn’t six years ago. Claiming her in ways she knew she would never recover from.
What the fuck had happened?
Jacob fought to catch his breath as Sallie’s legs eased slowly from his hips to the bed, her shudders of release beginning to settle as he continued to fight for breath, for a semblance of sanity.
In his entire sexual lifetime, he couldn’t remember ever experiencing such a violent release. He felt as though he’d poured part of himself inside her. More than just his sperm. And for a second, one maddening second, he wished she weren’t protected. He wanted to mark her in a way she’d never forget, never be able to fight.
He wanted to fill her, see her growing round with his child, and know beyond a shadow of a doubt she couldn’t walk away from him.
He was losing his mind over her. He’d never lost his mind over a woman … except in his dreams.
Easing from her, Jacob rolled to his side and dragged her against him, his arms around her, his hands stroking her, gentling her as the last tremors washed through her. And he knew to the bottom of his soul that this felt far too familiar, it felt too much a part of him. Somehow, somewhere, he’d been here with her before.
chapter seven
Was there such a thing as simple coincidence?
Hours later, Jacob considered that question, though he knew the answer to it. In his life, with his past, there was no such thing. Especially not significant coincidences such as years of dreams, a familiarity with the subject of said dream, despite the fact that her features refused to come into focus. And now, those features could be seen, and the face was Sallie’s.
As he drove her to the ranch later that afternoon, he could feel a warning curling in his gut, tightening it with a foreboding he knew better than to ignore.
Had he checked into her background yet?
He hadn’t.
For some reason, he couldn’t make himself do it. Couldn’t make himself give Justice the order to do it. A part of him simply wasn’t ready yet.
And still, he was bringing her to his ranch, his home, despite his misgivings where her past was concerned. Despite his certainty that he needed to demand answers from her, needed to demand why he felt as though she belonged solely to him.
He didn’t believe in past lives, so he couldn’t use that as an excuse. And déjà vu was just the other side of the coin.
“You do know the betting with the ladies in that auxiliary group is going to go crazy once they learn you brought me to the ranch for lunch, don’t you?” Her pale blue eyes watched him curiously as a grin curled at her lips.
The question wasn’t enough of a distraction from his thoughts, but he’d take whatever he could get.
“Gram is part of that troublemaking little group of women.” He shook his head at the thought of it. “Trust me, she’s probably already pushed that little betting pool as high as it can go.”
From the corner of his eye, he watched as she turned her head to stare out the passenger side window for a second before turning back to him, a smile teasing at her lips.
Damn, she was pretty. He knew she was unfailingly polite in public unless pushed, and once pushed, could slice a man wide open without uttering the first four letter word. He’d seen her in action at the supply store when one of the ranchers had decided to take his surly mood out on one of the young cashiers there.
Within minutes she’d been at the girl’s side, icy cold, like a mother bear defending her cub. When the rancher left, he’d been forced to go to the next county to get his supplies for months. No one ever went after Sallie’s employees after that.