Jake stiffened, lifted his head and took a long, slow look around, his arm holding her to him, his nose raised to sniff the air to get a better scent.
"What is it?" Emma turned in his arms to try to look around him, but his hands were hard on her shoulder, preventing her from getting out from under the shelter of his arms.
"Get your clothes and get into the Jeep. Close the door. You can dress inside."
There wasn't much left of her clothes, but Emma gathered them up and slid into the Jeep. Jake turned in a slow circle, still scenting the wind. If Emma hadn't been with him, he would have shifted to his leopard form, but he couldn't take the chance. He pulled on his jeans and drew the radio from where it was hooked to his belt.
"Drake, get Joshua. I'm sending my coordinates to you. I'm smelling a stray."
The radio crackled, then came to life. "Is it Conner? He went running tonight."
Jake tried for the elusive scent again. "I don't know. Maybe. I'm not that familiar with him. I'm with Emma. I'll get her back to the house and you and Joshua check things out. If there's trouble, let me know."
When Jake slid behind the wheel of the Jeep, Emma cleared her throat. "What was wrong?"
He knew she'd seen him radioing Drake. "I have horses running free on the range about five miles to the north of here, just a small experiment I'm conducting, but I thought I caught the glimpse of a mountain lion."
Her eyelashes fluttered and her hand came up to her throat. He remembered the story of the tracks around her parents' car. "Nothing to worry about, honey. Drake and Joshua will track it down if we have anything bothering the herd."
13
"MOMMY."
Emma snuggled deeper against the warm, hard body lying so tight around her. He smelled of sex and spice, and she opened her eyes to see a golden gaze laughing down at her.
Jake leaned in to her to kiss her upturned mouth, his chest sliding over her naked breasts beneath the covers. "I think we've just been caught," he confided in a whisper, and turned his head to look at the intruders.
Emma followed his gaze to the open door of her bedroom. Kyle stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes, so like his father's, wide with shock, his smile big. Andraya stood in the doorway, her hand in Susan's, both looking surprised. Susan was biting her lip and trying not to blush.
"Good morning," Emma greeted, keeping her voice even, casual. She refused to acknowledge that Jake was curled around her, totally naked, his shaft, hot and thick, and already hard, pressed tightly against her buttocks.
"Mommy," Kyle said again. "Daddy's in your bed."
Emma took a deep breath, willing her color not to change. It didn't help when Jake brought his hands slowly up her rib cage to cup her breasts beneath the covers, his thumbs teasing her nipples with velvet-soft strokes.
"Mommies and daddies usually sleep in the same bed together, Kyle," Jake said matter-of-factly. "Come here and kiss Mommy good morning." Wickedly he brushed kisses in the hollow of Emma's throat. "That's what I like to do. It starts off my day the right way."
He found himself smiling, realizing it was true. When he managed to get time in with Emma before he went to work, he felt better all day. Right now he wanted nothing more than to roll her over and bury his aching cock into the haven of her body, but somehow her soft laughter as she greeted the children, and her trust in him to keep the blankets up as she wrapped her arms around them, kissing upturned faces, was nearly as fulfilling.
He had to swallow a sudden lump in his throat as first Andraya and then Kyle climbed onto the bed and wrapped their arms around his neck and covered his face in kisses. He wanted to kiss them, but couldn't do it with Susan looking on, so he just held them tight, nuzzling their soft little necks and blowing raspberries while they squealed.
"What are your plans today?" He looked at Emma.
"We're taking Susan riding and showing her our favorite places, aren't we?" Emma asked the children. Kyle nodded solemnly and Andraya looked important as she climbed off the bed and took Susan's hand again. "As long as everything is all right?" She was asking about the cat he'd supposedly glimpsed.
"Drake and Joshua said they didn't even find tracks. It must have been my imagination." His leopard had been so close last night. "Everything's fine."
"Good. We'll go riding after breakfast then. We'll meet you downstairs, Susan," Emma said, fighting to control her blush.
Susan hadn't spoken a word, but there was no doubt that she saw the marks down Emma's throat, disappearing beneath the blankets. The girl inclined her head and, drawing both children out of the room, closed the door.
Emma covered her face with her hands. "I'm never going to be able to explain this. I went out on a date with one man and woke up with you in my bed."
He rolled on top of her, his knee pushing her legs apart.
"The door isn't locked, they could come back in," Emma protested, but it was too late, his hand had already gone between her legs to her find her warm welcome.
Jake plunged into her, pushing her knees up so he could bury himself deep. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her tight sheath surrounding him. Swallowing her gasp, Jake held very still, waiting for her body to adjust to his size. She was all fiery heat, an amazing silken fist, gripping him tightly. He kissed her over and over, long, drugging kisses, watching her eyes go slumberous and sexy. Hot need licked at his cock like hungry fire.
"Make certain you remember to lock it tonight because I'll be waking you up properly tomorrow morning." He licked the side of her mouth. "I crave the taste of you. All that sweet honey going to waste this morning when I could be feasting."
He loved the blush that stole up her skin, and his body began a slow, leisurely rhythm inside her. It was the first time in his life he luxuriated in the feel of a woman's body. He had never woken up in bed with a woman, and Emma was soft and warm and oh so tempting. He hadn't realized the pleasure of the simple act of going from sleep to awareness with a woman snuggled against his body. He had lain there beside her, curled around her, his skin wrapped around hers, his arms holding her and his face buried in her glorious hair.
The dep
th of his feeling for her terrified him, yet he couldn't bring himself to give her up. He was taking her for himself. His one weakness. His one failure. His one absolute vulnerability. No one on earth had power over him--until Emma. He had made certain of that. He had the money and the brains to destroy anyone coming at him, but somehow his experiment with Emma had turned out all wrong. She was supposed to love and adore him, crave him day and night. He would attend all her needs and take care of her, but he had never considered that he would become emotionally involved with her. He didn't even know how it had happened. He hadn't even thought himself capable.
He felt her hands in his hair, the tug of her fingers on his scalp. He loved her little breathy moans and the way her body rose to meet his. She was giving, receptive, as if she craved him, wanted to please him. And no one had ever done that for him either. He was leopard and he smelled lies. He knew deception. There was none in Emma. Only her sweet, giving body wrapped around his, open to him, willing for him to use her however he chose. A gift without a price--only there was. And she didn't realize how much she was asking, how much he was willing to pay and how difficult it was for him.
He caught her ankle and pushed her knee up farther toward her chest, adjusting his angle, listening for the little hitch in her voice, the one that told him he was sending sweet agony surging through her body. Each time he moved in her, he felt as if he were in another dimension, another plane of existence. Although he didn't want to examine the feeling too deeply, he felt almost spiritual as he thrust deeper, wanting her crying out, wanting her pleasure above all else.
Jake knew he was losing himself in her body, but right at that moment, nothing mattered but the earth-shattering pleasure roaring through him, her soft moan of complete surrender, the sound of her shattered cry as she whispered his name, her purr of satisfaction and the intensity of his emotion welling up, pouring over him like a tidal wave every bit as strong as the soul-searing pleasure. He was amazed that he could no longer separate the two.
Love. He had detested that word, used for everything, meaning nothing. It had become a trivial word. And it meant nothing at all. Nothing. But lying there with his heart pounding, surrounded by her silken body and her heat, he knew there was more than sex. Far more than sex. He could no longer imagine his life without her in it. It terrified him to think that she might learn the way he felt inside.