The Dangerous Jacob Wilde
She gave a breathless little cry as he pushed his fingers past the bit of lace between her thighs.
She was beyond hot. Beyond wet. He put a finger inside her, felt those honeyed walls close around him.
She cried out.
He groaned.
She turned her face toward him. Bit his shoulder.
The car bucked as he yanked the wheel hard and pulled onto the shoulder.
It was late. The night was inky black. They were alone on the road.
“Let me,” he said thickly, “Adoré, let me….”
He stripped away the lace.
She unzipped his fly.
He lifted her and then she was taking him inside her, deep, deep, deep.
She rode him, sobbing his name; he threaded his hands into her hair, brought her face to his so he could kiss her mouth, swallow her cries….
And still, when they were finally at the ranch, they came together as soon as the front door closed behind them, tearing away the clothes that separated them, desperate for each other.
At last, they made their way upstai
rs, to the bed that had become theirs.
Jake’s last thought was of the woman in his arms, and of what he would tell her in the morning.
That he loved her, that he wasn’t moving on …
And that he wanted her with him, forever.
The world was on fire.
There were flames everywhere.
Men were screaming. Dying. The Blackhawk was dying, too. It was a beast in pain.
He? He was alive, but drenched in blood. So much blood. Not only his. The blood of others. Of others …
“Jacob.”
He was trapped. Caught in a snake’s nest of wires and cables. He tore free of them, began crawling.
“Jake.”
Someone was shouting his name. One of his men. Where? Where was he? He couldn’t find him. Couldn’t see him for the flames, the smoke, the blood that blinded him but he could hear him, screaming in agony, begging for help, for mercy, for Jake to save him …
A hand landed on his shoulder. Tried to pull him back. No. He had to find his men. Had to find—
“Nooo,” Jake screamed, and struck out….
“Jacob! Please. Wake up. Wake up! Jake—”
He came awake on a frenzied rush of breath and terror. His heart felt as if it were going to tear free of his chest. His body was soaked with sweat.