Shutting down her laptop, Ana slid off the barstool and went to check on dinner. She’d done a quick check of Jake’s fridge and pantry earlier and hadn’t been surprised to find both well stocked. After debating her options, she’d put a pot roast in the oven and a salad in the crisper. Then she’d opened a bottle of red wine and left it to breathe on the counter. Because she’d prepped in advance, she had time to take a shower before Jake got home.
She grabbed her bag off the couch and headed to the guest bathroom, admiring the tile work in the shower that she knew was another of Jake’s projects. When he’d inherited the place from his parents, it hadn’t had such upgrades. It had been a cookie-cutter house, one of the first homes built by a developer who’d thought the town would grow much faster than it had. Now it had Jake’s stamp over most of it, but the guest bathroom was clearly Eric’s domain. The razor on the edge of the sink was a bright lime green and the men’s body wash in the shower was the kind marketed to hormonal young men.
Jake had assumed responsibility for his brother at the tender age of nineteen, when the Monroes had been killed by a collision with a drunk driver. Ana had supported him through that rough time and offered him what comfort she could, considering how young she herself was, but he’d been good with Eric from the beginning. Jake was a born leader, firmly anchored by his moral compass and unshakeable confidence.
She’d needed his quiet strength as much as Eric had, having been raised by two of the flightiest people ever to be parents. And even after all these years, Jake was still her touchstone.
Ana scrubbed, shaved, and perfumed herself like a woman bent on seduction, a mindset she hadn’t adopted for a very long time. She hadn’t packed anything sexy, so her simple cotton baby doll nightgown would have to do.
“Ten years,” she murmured to her reflection in the mirror, fluffing out her damp curls with her fingers. “You’re bound to be a little rusty.”
When she opened the bathroom door, she knew immediately that Jake was home. There was a palpable energy in the air and it flowed over her, awakening her senses. She could hear the shower running in his bedroom and appreciated the time to finish prepping dinner. She smiled when she saw the white roses in a vase on the dining table and when she went to pull out the salad, she found one of Victoria’s famous cheesecakes in the fridge.
She was tossing the salad when she heard Jake pad into the kitchen behind her. A moment later, his arms were circling her and his lips were pressed to the side of her neck.
“Hi,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
“Hi back.” Her head fell against his shoulder and she allowed herself the temporary luxury of leaning into him. His chest was bare, hard, and warm. “I like the flowers.”
“Good.” The tip of his tongue touched the lobe of her ear; then he caught it between his teeth. “I walked in the door and the smell of dinner made me hungry. Now I’ve smelled you and I’m starving.”
He wasn’t talking about food, she knew. That was proven when his hands slid down the flat plane of her stomach and gripped her thighs just beneath the hem of her baby doll.
“Did you get some work done?” he breathed, bending his knees to press his erection against the swell of her buttocks.
Ana became so aroused the denim of his jeans and the cotton of her baby doll might as well have not been there. She dropped the salad servers into the bowl, shaken by the lust that burned through her. It felt as if she’d been numb for ages and was suddenly reawakened to sensation, overwhelmed by the vibrancy of it after living through miserable loneliness. “Yes, I did. How was your day?”
“I spent the last half of it thinking about you and cursing the paperwork I needed to clear so I could stay home tomorrow.”
She sucked in a deep breath. “Oh?”
“Before you leave my bed, Anastasia, you’re going to explain to me why we’re not together.”
“Jake—” Her words cut off as his fingers pushed under the elastic edge of her lace thong. She was slick and hot, primed for him by deprivation and the depth of her love. His fingertip slid between the lips of her sex, stroking through the moisture to tease her clitoris.
“You still want me.” He pulled her back against him and rolled his hips, making sure she felt the steely hardness of his erection. “And you know I’ve never stopped wanting you. We should be in the same bed every night and the same house every day. We both know it.”
He stepped back, removing his touch and leaving her bereft. “Can I help with anything?”
Ana shot a narrow-eyed glance at him over her shoulder and found him grinning unrepentantly. He wore a pair of soft, well-worn jeans that hung low on his hips and nothing else. His hair was longer than it had seemed with his hat on. Dark as night and glossy, his hair had always been a lure to her. She loved to run her fingers through it and clench it in her fists as he pleasured her.
“You can set the table,” she told him.
He washed his hands at the sink and set to work, not surprising her in the least by having all the necessary components of a dinner setting—cloth napkins, salad and dinner plates, silverware, and placemats. She could imagine him dishing up dinner for Eric every night, ensuring that his brother had as near to a traditional family life as possible.
How ironic that Jake had encouraged Eric to spend time with Frank. He’d thought the Miller family was ideal—the yarn shop owner, the computer guru, and their two kids. Jake believed Frankie would be a good influence on his troubled, grieving brother. He had no idea that her dad had been a hacker, her mom a fence, and Frankie covered everything in between.
It’d broken her heart not to clue him in. And now the heist was weighing heavily on her mind. So many secrets between them. Too many.
They sat down for dinner and Jake sliced the pot roast with quick efficiency.
“How’s Eric doing?” she asked him, as she poured the wine.
“Good. Although I wish he’d go to graduate school or join the military. He’s a smart kid and he works hard when he’s motivated. When he’s not, he doesn’t apply himself.”
“Frankie’s got the same problem. Lots of potential, too little drive. I’m afraid he’s been a bad influence on your brother.”
Jake slid a slice of pot roast off the end of the carving knife and onto her plate. “Are you kidding? Before Frankie came along, Eric was in and out of trouble all the time—shoplifting, vandalism, boosting cars. Frankie changed all that.”
“Frankie just taught Eric to be smarter about it, so he didn’t get caught.”
She sighed at the skeptical look he shot her. Like many cops, Jake couldn’t believe anyone could pull the wool over his eyes, especially not his own brother. But there weren’t many cops who ran across top-shelf grifters like her parents, and both she and Frankie had learned their lessons well.
He took a drink of his wine and asked, “So you’re passing through on a job? You still doing investigative work for insurance companies?”
“Most of the time, yes.”
“What’s the job you’re on now?”
“Chasing down jewels taken during a heist, including a valuable tiara set with pink diamonds.”
“Oh?” His blue eyes flared with interest. “Big take?”
“Approximately forty million.”
He whistled. “How much do you get for the recovery?”
“Five percent.” She watched him do the math.
“Jesus, Ana. Up to two million?” He stared at her. “And you’ve been doing this a while.”
“Long enough. I guess it pays to think like a criminal.”
Jake looked down at his plate. They ate quietly for a while, each of them lost in private thoughts. Then he said, “You’re a good cook, sweetheart.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. “I took lessons after I got sick of eating take-out all the time.”
“Not having someone to share home-cooked meals with is a lonely life.” He took a bite and chewed, watching her thoughtfully. “Is the money why
you never came back?”
She focused on cutting her meat. “Not the money, no.”
“Were you that unhappy here?”
“Jake.” Ana set her fork and knife down and met his gaze. “There are things you don’t know about me.”
“Bullshit. There’s nothing I don’t know about you, Anastasia. And nothing you don’t know about me.”
“Do you think someone’s a criminal whether they get caught or not?” She knew what his answer would be already. Jake had fully supported the local authorities when Eric had been caught committing a crime. Eric suffered the same punishments as anyone else in town would.
“Of course.”
“Well, then I’m a criminal, Jake. And a good, honest cop like you can’t spend his life with a woman who skates the line and occasionally falls over it.”
He picked up his wine and sat back then, studying her with those cool cop’s eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but let me ask you this: What the hell do you expect me to do if you’re the only woman I’ll ever want? Be alone? You can’t be that cruel, Ana.”
“And you can’t compromise your principles for me. Eventually, it’ll ruin what we have.”
“What do we have? Two lonely, miserable lives? I’d love to fuckin’ ruin that.” He took a drink and held her gaze over the rim of his glass.
Her breath caught at the fiery look in his eyes.
“And by the way,” he went on, “not a news flash that PI’s don’t toe the line. Cops switch to private investigative work because they find the line confining. I know that. At the end of the day, you’re still doing the right thing.”
“What if I told you that I don’t care if the perps get caught? I just want the take. In fact, there are times when I’ve deliberately not pulled on a thread because I almost admire them for the guts it took to make the attempt and the brains to get away with it, if they do.” She sat back. “I may let these jewel thieves I’m chasing right now slip away, Jake, after I get the gems. What do you think about that? Think you can slide into bed at night with a woman who might be an accessory after the fact?”
His gaze narrowed. “Ana—”
“It doesn’t matter, Jake.” She hopped off the barstool and grabbed their plates. “I decided years ago that it’s a question you’re never going to have to answer.”
Chapter Four
Ana took the dishes to the sink and willed herself to relax. There was no need for them to fight and she was determined that they wouldn’t, not when they had so little time together.
“You don’t get to make that decision by yourself, Anastasia,” Jake drawled dangerously, coming up behind her.
She gripped the edge of the counter, knowing where the warning note in his voice would lead. “You can’t change my mind, Jake.”
“No. Never was able to do that.” His hands wrapped around her wrists. “But I can remind you of what we’ve both been missing.”
Gently, he pulled her hands away from the counter and brought them behind her, pinning them to the small of her back. A moment later she felt the chill of steel as one handcuff clicked shut around her wrist, then another.
An instant calm settled over her.
He turned her around and cupped her face in his hands, his mouth sealing over hers. Ana gasped at the first press of his firm lips, opening herself to the slow, smooth glide of his tongue. He licked deep and slow, savoring her with an easy, unhurried eroticism. She moaned and wriggled against him, impatient and greedy.
His hands moved down to her throat, wrapping lightly around it. The feeling of being collared soothed her further.
“You with me, baby?” he asked softly, the pads of his thumbs stroking over her fluttering pulse.
“Yes.”
“The first time is gonna be quick. I’ve been waiting too long.”
Ana nodded, feeling the same way. She was so wet and swollen already, she was certain the slightest pressure on her clit would set her off.
Tenderly, as if she was fragile, he squeezed her breasts through the cotton of her baby doll, hefting them lightly to judge how heavy and tender they’d become. He caught her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, rolling them, tugging with just the perfect amount of pressure. Her eyes closed, her body lost to him.
Jake kissed her again, his tongue gliding over the curve of her lower lip. “I’ve missed you so damn much, Ana.”
“I want to touch you.”
“I know.” He hooked his fingers beneath her straps and pushed them off her shoulders. “If you’re good, I might let you.”
“Jake...” She gasped as the scalloped edge of her bodice dragged over her hardened nipples.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, stroking his thumbs over the furled tips. Lowering his head, he took one into the drenched heat of his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before his cheeks hallowed on a drawing pull.
She moaned, her head falling back as the sensation of his sucking echoed in the saturated flesh between her legs. The gentle tugging rippled through her, making her shiver in delight. When he paid the same service to her other nipple, her knees weakened and he caught her up, his arms banding around her waist to lift her. Holding her aloft, he ravished her swollen breasts, fluttering his tongue over the tight tips and scraping the edge of his teeth across them.
“Oh god, Jake...”
“Shh,” he murmured. “I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart. And I’ll keep giving it to you until you can’t imagine getting by for more than a few hours without my dick inside you.”
Jake carried her into the living room and set her down, turning her away from him. He urged her over the armrest of the leather couch with a gentle, but unyielding, grip at her nape. She folded, her buttocks thrust upward to accept the hard drives of his big, beautiful cock.
His hands stroked over her, rubbing down her sides and thighs in soothing circles. Cool air caressed her back as her gown was pushed up beneath the handcuffs. Her fingers flexed with the need to touch him in return, to feel the skin she knew became feverishly hot when he first pushed inside her.
“I love you, Anastasia,” Jake said gruffly, bending to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I won’t ever believe that we can’t make it work, because we always do when we’re together. You can’t deny that.”
“Jake, please...” The smell and feel of the leather stirred blazing memories from their past, reminding her of the needs only Jake could appease.
His thumbs slid beneath the elastic of her panties and pulled them over her hips and down her legs. His lips followed, skimming over the curve of her buttocks and suckling along the back of her thigh. She began to shake, her body overloaded by need and desire she hadn’t felt in far too long. When he sank into a crouch behind her, her breath caught with expectation.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his breath hot against the lips of her sex. “So soft and pink.”
Leaving her panties around her knees, Jake parted her with his thumbs and paused. She could feel his gaze on her, the heat and hunger almost tangible.
“And I know how sweet you taste, Ana mine.”
Ana tensed in anticipation of the first lick, but when it came, she still wasn’t prepared. She cried out, her entire body shaking violently.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely, anchoring her with his palm pressed flat to the small of her back. “I’ll take care of you.”
The next stroke of his tongue was skillful, rubbing over the hard knot of her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. She came in a rush, her back bowing as the pleasure seared her senses and racked her over-sensitized body with shudders of delight. In the midst of an orgasm that darkened her vision, Jake’s tongue darted inside her, thrusting furiously. The soft velvet of his licking against the tender tissues of her core was too much, yet not nearly enough. Her hips churned into the shallow plunges, her body seeking a deeper, stronger penetration.
“Now, Jake. Now. Now!”
He stood in a rush. Ana heard the sound of his zipper lowering; then she felt the silky heat of his rigid erection brush against her. He teased her, gliding the plush head of his cock through the slick lips of her sex.
She arched her spine, her fingers grasping at air, her cheeks flushed and damp from the strain of being bound and unable to reach out to him as she needed. Not just for the physical pleasure of touching him, but to satisfy the demands of her heart.
“I love you,” she gasped, unable to hold the words back. “I love you, Jake.”
With a low growl, his hips jerked and pushed him into her with one fierce, deep stroke.
“Yes!” Tears filled Ana’s eyes and spilled over onto the cushion. She ached for this, the delicious burn of his possession and the sense of connection she’d felt with no one else.
“I want to take you slow.” His voice was rough and raspy. “Slow and deep. But I can’t... It’s been too long.”
He hitched against her, shoved the last little bit inside her that crammed her all the way full. “Damn, you’re like a fist, Ana. Squeezing me tight... rippling around me. I’m gonna come hard for you, baby.”
Jake withdrew, then slid in to the root. He rolled his hips, screwing deep. The feel of his long, thick cock stroking inside her was perfect—the slight burn as he stretched her, the decadent feel of him rubbing and pushing, the maddening clenching in her core as her body tried to hold him deep...
Gripping her hips, he pumped hard again, an expert stroke that lifted her to the tip of her toes. Ana panted with pleasure, spinning dizzily toward climax.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, desperate for the friction that would set her off again.
“Never, Ana mine,” he purred, lunging quick and hard, shafting her tender pussy. “I’ll never stop...”
The erotic sound of flesh slapping mingled with the heated words that spilled from his lips—tender promises and sensual threats, loving praise and coarsely-voiced hunger—all of which made her crazy with lust. She was rocking back into his measured thrusts, moaning at the way they radiated through her, her mind fogged with the intensity of her pleasure.
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