Burning Wild

by Feehan, Christine

  Jake could tell she was fairly inexperienced when it came to sex. He’d bet his life that she’d been a virgin when she met Andrew. The things he wanted to do to her would probably shock her. He brought her hand up to his mouth and chewed on the tips of her fingers.

  “You’re very oral,” she whispered, amusement in her voice.

  She sounded sleepy, and he knew she was drifting or she never would have made the uncensored comment, and she sure wouldn’t have told him about the way her parents had died.

  “You have no idea, honey,” he whispered, deliberately wicked, and leaned in close to tease at the soft, vulnerable spot where her shoulder met her neck. His tongue licked at her warm skin, filling him with her taste so that he couldn’t resist rubbing his lips over the spot.

  She lifted her shoulder slightly, but she had already drifted too far into sleep to do more than that slight protest. Jake allowed his teeth to scrape back and forth before biting down gently. The leopard in him urged him to do more, to leave his mark on her, to proclaim ownership, but Jake lifted his head enough to give himself breathing room.

  “Sleep well, honey,” he whispered. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  9

  “DADDY, what’s illoment mean?” Kyle asked.

  Jake frowned and looked up at Emma for an interpretation. She seemed to always know exactly what the children were saying. She was leaning in the doorway, watching him unwrap the small presents from the squealing children while he sat on Kyle’s bed with them. Andraya threw herself into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging like a monkey, while Kyle stared earnestly up at his face.

  Emma looked good enough to eat, and since he’d lain awake most of the night thinking of her lying on her bed clothed in her thin pajamas with nothing else beneath them, he found himself very hungry. She stirred and looked uncomfortable, shrugging her shoulders and giving him a small shake of her head.

  “Is everyone ready for breakfast?” She sounded cheerful—too cheerful.

  Jake’s gaze narrowed on her face. She knew exactly what Kyle had asked. She didn’t want to answer. He turned back to Kyle. “Who said that word to you?”

  “The bad lady.”

  Jake jerked his head up again and glared at Emma. “The bad lady,” he echoed, looking at Emma instead of his son. “What bad lady?”

  “Kyle,” Emma intervened.

  Jake held up his hand, signaling Emma to silence as he slowly stood with Andraya still in his arms, his large frame dominating the room. “What bad lady, Kyle?” Jake asked, his voice deceptively gentle.

  “The one that makes Mommy cry.”

  There was dead silence in the room. No one moved, not even Andraya. Jake fought down the volcano that threatened to explode. He took a breath, counted to ten and let it out. “Susan?” He raised his voice, calling out into the hall, never once taking his eyes from Emma’s pale face.

  The teenage girl came running, her face glowing with near worship, eager to help him. “I’m sorry, am I late for breakfast?”

  “Not at all,” Jake said pleasantly. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you we’re glad you’ve come for a visit. I’d like you to take Andraya and Kyle down to the kitchen and feed them.”

  Susan looked a bit flustered, opening her mouth several times to respond, but nothing came out. She held her hands out to the children. Kyle slipped his hand in hers, but Andraya clung to Jake.

  Emma turned away, but Jake’s hand snaked out, fingers settling around her wrist like a bracelet. “Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not going anywhere.” With one hand he removed Andraya. “Go with Susan. There’s a good girl,” he murmured.

  Andraya studied his face for a moment to determine if a temper tantrum would do any good, but when she saw the inflexible set of his jaw, she went willingly with Susan. Jake waited until the children had gone down the stairs.

  “I have a standing order in this house. We don’t have visitors unless I okay them first. I said Senator Hindman and his daughter were welcome to come occasionally, I don’t recall ever giving permission for anyone else. Unless Susan is considered the ‘bad lady’ and has made you cry, that means someone else has been on my property and in my home.”

  Each word was distinct, bit out between his teeth, his voice lower than normal and rumbling with menace.

  Emma stepped back—she couldn’t help herself—but he followed, step for step, like a macabre dance, until her back hit the wall and she couldn’t go any farther. Jake planted his hands against the wall on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. Up close he was quite large and intimidating and he knew it, and he didn’t mind this time that she looked up at him with a touch of fear in her eyes. A good scare might do some good.

  “Right after you left on this last trip, Jerico was on duty at the gate and he called the house and told me your girlfriend was here.”

  His eyebrow shot up. “My girlfriend? I don’t have girl-friends and you know it.”

  Impatience crossed her expressive face. “Fine, then—the woman you sleep with.”

  “I don’t sleep with women either—unless it’s you. Who is this woman who claimed to be my girlfriend? Did she actually use that silly phrase?”

  Impatience went to pure exasperation. “Jerico used that phrase. He said your girlfriend, Linda Rawlins, was at the gate and needed to come up to the house.”

  “And you fell for that?”

  “I thought you were dating her. And sleeping with her.” He allowed utter derision mixed with contempt to show in his eyes. “I don’t date and I don’t sleep. She came to my office in town and blew me a couple of times. I fucked her, pure and simple, because I hurt like hell and wanted it to stop. She knew there were no strings and never would be. My girlfriend.” He shook his head. “I thought you knew better than that. What the hell did she want?”

  He pulled out his radio and spoke into it. “Drake, I want Jerico waiting in my office immediately.” He glanced down at Emma. “I know you instructed a bodyguard to come into the house with her. Give me a name.”

  “Jake.” She tilted her chin at him.

  “Don’t make me any angrier than I already am.”

  Emma blew out her breath, dropped her eyes and shrugged. “Joshua.” Emma curled her fingers curled into two tight fists.

  Jake stared down at her, deliberately goading her, angry that she’d put herself in the line of fire when he’d gone to so much trouble to protect her. In another minute, if she didn’t get her temper under control, she was going to take a swing at him. He spoke into the radio a second time. “Have Joshua join me there as well.” He caught Emma’s chin and forced her to look at him. “A slut is a slut no matter where she comes from, Emma, and you should know that. How could you let her trick you and invade my home?”

  “If she’s a slut, what does that make you?” Emma demanded, almost spitting mad. “She isn’t the only woman you have falling all over herself to have sex with you.”

  Her eyes were beautiful, almost glowing, like two dazzling emerald jewels. He wouldn’t have been surprised if sparks flew at him at any moment. “The difference is, Linda would sell her soul to the highest bidder and she uses sex to try to get what she wants.”

  “And you don’t?”

  “Not yet. But believe me, honey, that’s going to happen soon. Now tell me what the hell went on and how the children got involved.”

  “Go to hell.” Her temper rose to meet his.

  His gaze narrowed, focused, burned into hers. His body went still, aggressive, dominating, as he surrounded her with power and heat.

  She took a breath. He had moved closer, and that single inhalation pushed her breasts against his chest so that he felt the rise and fall, felt the slide of her hard nipples against him. Lightning streaked from chest to groin. He wanted to press against her body and rub himself on her like a cat. He was instantly, fiercely aroused, and got the image of her dropping to her knees and sliding her perfect fantasy mouth tightly around his thick, pul
sing cock.

  Anger arced between them, right along with heightened sexual awareness. He could smell their combined scents, a heady, potent mixture of sexual scents that acted like an aphrodisiac on him. He bent his head lower until his mouth was against her ear. “Watch what you say to me or you’re going to find out just what happens when you push me too far.”

  “I don’t intimidate so easily, Jake. And I refuse to jump through hoops like everyone else around you does.”

  His hand slid around her throat, tipping her head back, forcing her face up to his. “You really want to play power games with me, Emma? Because I can feel your body responding to mine. Do you think I can’t tell when a woman wants me?” He pushed into her, nearly lifting her body onto his so that his heavy erection was snuggled into her hot mound.

  “So I can be another one of your many cast-off sluts you can feel superior to? So you can get that look of contempt on your face every time you mention my name? Nice invitation, but really, no thanks.” She didn’t move away from him, or look away, matching him temper for temper. “My body may respond to yours—I’m not dead; and you’re very sexy, which you well know—but believe me when I tell you, my head is absolutely screaming ‘no way in hell.’ ”

  All he heard were the words “no way in hell.” Fury burned in his eyes and he caught her by her upper arms, yanking her onto her toes, dropping his head to hers, his lips crushing hers, grinding them into her teeth. There was nothing sweet about Jake in that moment. He took what he wanted, making a statement, demanding her response, conquering her, branding her, the hot pressure forcing her mouth open so he could own her.

  Heat and flames streaked through his bloodstream and what was meant as a punishment became something else altogether. Her body fought him, but her mouth didn’t, instead fusing with his, devouring hungrily, their tongues dueling wildly while her body struggled against his sudden weight. He pinned her against the wall, sliding one hand to her breast, finding her tight nipple and stroking and tugging as he’d wanted to do for the past two long years.

  Emotion poured into him as if a dam had broken, shaking him, flooding his system with unexpected and unwanted . . . what? Not love. It couldn’t be love. The thought, the feeling, terrified him, but he couldn’t deny touching her, kissing her, feeling her body melting into his was unlike anything he’d ever come close to experiencing when he’d thought he’d known passion and great sex. Something about Emma brought out every male instinct he had—even tenderness—when he’d never known it for himself. He hadn’t expected the waves of feeling that came rushing over him, the joy bursting through him, sweeping him up with every bit of the intensity and adding to the strength of his physical need of her.

  The jackhammers drilling into his head increased their tempo while his leopard leapt and roared for supremacy. She gasped for breath, going boneless under the onslaught of his hands and mouth. His knee slid between her legs, grinding into her, the junction like a furnace, inciting him all the more. He dragged her thin top down, exposing her breasts, his mouth never leaving hers, still feeding ferociously while his hands found bare flesh.

  He jerked at her bra, desperate to feel the soft, creamy mounds spilling into his palms. The feel of the soft weight in his bare hands nearly made him weep. He wanted to know every single inch of her, needed to find a way to slow down to savor the taste of her. His mouth left hers and he blazed a trail of fire down her throat to her breast.

  Emma gasped and arched to him as he took her in his mouth, suckling strongly, his tongue flicking the hard peak, his teeth biting down, sending shock waves through her body.

  Emma heard her own keening wail and knew she was in terrible trouble. The chemistry between them was explosive, her skin so sensitive she could barely stand the touch of her clothing. She couldn’t stop herself from rubbing back and forth against his knee. Her mouth felt empty, just as her body did. She wanted him to fill her up, to relieve the terrible ache that was building and building until she needed to scream and plead for him to be inside her. This was Jake, the man she loved desperately, and she wanted him with every cell in her body.

  He lifted her with one strong arm. “Wrap your legs around me.” He needed to be closer, needed to be inside of her, sharing the same skin.

  Emma did as he asked, opening herself to him. A strange purring sound came from her as he rocked against her, and she rubbed her body hard against his thick bulge. The thin material between them frustrated her and she glanced down. She could see herself, her full breasts spilling out, her body flushed and needy, her hips bucking against him while her legs wrapped around him tightly. She’d lost her mind. She was attacking him.

  “Stop.” It came out a whisper, a hoarse, needy whisper, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “We have to stop.”

  “We have to get our clothes off,” he countered, his mouth greedy at her breast.

  Her body nearly convulsed with pleasure. She was building to an orgasm, something she’d rarely had with Andrew, yet Jake hadn’t even penetrated her. “Jake, please.” She didn’t know if she was begging him to take her right there in the hallway or if she was looking for freedom. She’d never in her life felt so desperate to have a man inside of her.

  She felt his hands tugging at the drawstring of her pants while his mouth continued to suckle at her breast. His teeth tugged and nipped while his tongue flicked back and forth. She felt each touch deep in her womb, so that her inner muscles gripped at nothing. She was empty and needy, aching for him. She needed to push him away but she couldn’t find the strength. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,” she whispered. “Or with you.”

  He went utterly still. He even seemed to stop breathing for a moment, and she knew he was struggling for control. He held her tight against him, so tight she could feel his heavy shaft pulsing against her mound. His mouth reluctantly left her aching breast and he buried his face between her neck and shoulder. They stayed that way a long time, neither moving, fighting for breath, for a way to pull back, for a way to defuse what had just happened between them.

  Jake moved first, slowly lowering her legs back to the floor, his hands framing her face. “I’m sorry, Emma. There’s no excuse and I’m not going to try to find one for you.”

  She couldn’t blame the entire thing on him; she’d more than responded. She didn’t know what had come over her. She stood there, the wall holding her up, looking at his face, her breasts spilling out of her bra, wild and wanton, with the strawberry marks from his teeth and mouth all over them. She couldn’t find her voice, or her will.

  Jake pulled her top up, but the material rubbed against her hard nipples, sending streaks of arousal lashing from her breasts to her spasming womb. “I’m sorry too,” was all she could manage.

  “I need to know what Linda said to you,” Jake said, “whether you want to tell me or not. It’s important, Emma. It isn’t just about my ego and my being a control freak. I know you think I’m paranoid about you and the children, but I have good reason.”

  The last thing she wanted to do was talk and make sense. She needed to take a cold shower and then hide her head under the blankets for the rest of her life. Jake seemed to be able to switch off intense arousal with little problem. His body was still hard, but she rarely saw him any other way. He still was close to her, nearly skin to skin, the heat of his body warming her and his masculine scent enveloping her. She didn’t push him away because her legs were so weak she was afraid she’d fall if he stepped back.

  She fought to control her breathing and tried to make sense, tried to be as nonchalant as he managed. “Linda said she needed to talk to me, that it was important. Although she never said it outright, she implied she had a message for me from you.”

  He frowned down at her, shaking his head as if disappointed in her. “I would have called you myself if that were the case.”

  “I know that. I do. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Which wasn’t entirely true. She’d been curious to see what Jake’s “girlfriend�
�� looked like. Emma had an acute sense of smell, and all too often she scented another woman when Jake came through the door in the evening after he’d been to his downtown office. Curiosity and maybe a little jealousy had gotten the best of her and she told Jerico to have Linda escorted up to the house.

  “What did Linda have to say?”

  Emma tried to keep color from spreading up her neck and into her face. Linda had said a lot of things, most of which had been downright insulting. It had only taken a minute in Linda’s company to realize that the message she’d come to deliver wasn’t from Jake but from Linda herself. The gist of it was: Emma would never have Jake because Linda had staked her claim. Kyle had unfortunately heard Linda screaming at her that no matter how many illegitimate bastard children she had with Jake, he would never stoop to marrying someone so far beneath him.

  “Emma.” Jake said her name in warning.

  Emma tilted her chin at him. “She was insulting. I handled it. It was unfortunate that Kyle overheard her yelling at me. He’s never really heard yelling before, so I think it was disturbing and he remembered it. Don’t worry, Jake. I learned my lesson. It was quite uncomfortable, and Kyle was upset afterward. I rocked him to sleep for a couple of nights before he got over it.”

  “You cried.” His throat closed unexpectedly. He hadn’t been there to comfort her when she went to sleep.

  “A little. I’m not used to people yelling at me or being insulting either. She said some pretty ugly things, but I realized she thinks we’re living together. Obviously she believes you’re Andraya’s father . . .”

  “I am Andraya’s father,” he said in a low tone.

  “Of course. I meant birth father. She feels threatened by that, and evidently so do your parents.”

  Every muscle in his body contracted. His head came up, eyes glittering dangerously, and he had to suppress the rumbling growl rising in his chest. “How did they get into the conversation?” He had never been able to acknowledge them as his parents, let alone refer to them as his mother and father. To him, they would always be his enemies.