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Ch8: Protecting You Translates Into

Leah felt the heat of Jacob's body when he came up behind her. He smelled of peppermint mouthwash and sandalwood. Smiling, she returned Seth's wave when he stuck his hand out the driver's side window. She had gotten up early to prepare a light meal for her brother before he set out to drive to Staunton, Virginia.

"I like your brother."

Her smile was still in place when she shifted to face Jacob. He had rolled back the cuffs on a chambray shirt to reveal strong wrists. "He likes you too. Seth can be somewhat standoffish at times. Why didn't you come down to see him off?"

Jacob's gaze lingered on the damp curls grazing Leah's neck before moving down to a white tank top and body-hugging faded jeans. It was the first time she had exposed so much skin. A sheen of moisture glistened on her bared flesh from the near one hundred degree humidity.

"I didn't want to intrude on your time with him just in case you wanted to discuss personal family business."

"All Seth talks about are his horses." Leah rolled her eyes.

"Men and their toys," Jacob drawled.

"Thoroughbreds are very expensive toys." She mused out loud.

"So are cars, boats and sporting events," he countered.

"And don't forget women." She added.

Resting his hands on Leah's shoulders, Jacob turned her to face him, unable to read the expression in the eyes that reminded him of the espresso he had drunk last night. "Was your fiancé unfaithful?"

Leah's lips twisted in what passed for a wry smile. "No. Sam was the last man to creep. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. I was talking about other men."

"Men you'd slept with?"

"Men I shouldn't have slept with." Looping her arms around Jacob's waist, Leah rested her cheek on his chest. "Do you regret losing your virginity to the first girl you slept with?"

Jacob nearly choked when he inhaled and swallowed at the same time. "What?"

Easing back, she saw his stunned expression. "Just answer the question, Jacob."

Jacob did not want to believe some of the things that came out of Leah's sexy mouth. She was the most outspoken woman he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. "Of course I don't regret it."

"Was she a special girlfriend?"

"No. she was someone I had met at a party. I was a high school senior and she was a college freshman. She was smart, pretty and I let her know with very few words what I wanted. Her parents were away visiting relatives, so we went to her house and I spent the night."

"Did you ever see her again?"

Lowering his head, Jacob pressed a kiss to Leah's damp hair. "Nope."

"Didn't that bother you?"

"Why would it have bothered me, Leah? I wanted the experience of sleeping with a woman for the first time and she was willing to oblige me. It had nothing to do with love. I was all about lust."

"That's what my first serious boyfriend said after I found out that he was sleeping with me and at least four other women at the same time. He said he believed in lust, not love. In other words, I had become a receptacle for his lust."

"He sounds like a real idiot." Jacob whispered. "Better you found out what he was all about before you ended up married to him."

Leah smiled. "The names I called him weren't quite that nice."

Jacob pulled her closer. "When it comes to sex, men view it differently than women do. For some men it's base reaction—a physical release, while for most women emotion is involved. Guys call it sex and women lovemaking."

"And for you, it's lovemaking," she said, repeating what he had confirmed after her aborted lap dance.

"I would like to think it is. Enough sex talk, Leah, because right now my imagination is going into overdrive." He wagged a finger at her. "And no more lap dances."

A wide grin split Leah's face, her dimples deepening. "Don't tell me it was too much for you," she teased.

Jacob didn't know whether to laugh or sweep her up and carry her upstairs to his bedroom. Once there, he would do what he'd wanted to do the moment he'd kissed her. There was something about Leah Clearwater that was so inherently sexy that she took his breath away.

She'd disclosed that her first boyfriend had cheated on her and she'd offset this when she'd agreed to marry a man whose low sex drive kept him from creeping around with other women. Sam Uley may have been ten years Leah's senior, but that should not have precluded him from enjoying a healthy sex life—unless he had underlying physical problems that contributed to him not making love to his fiancée.

Leah was a woman a man would make love to—every day and every night!

The thought flooded Jacob's mind when he remembered her response to his kissing her for the first time, and then yesterday in the kitchen when she had straddled his lap. It was obvious she was a passionate woman, but he couldn't understand why she had chosen to marry a man who preferred sleeping to making love to his woman. And if they had married, how long would it have been before she would turn elsewhere for physical gratification?

"It wasn't too much," he stated with no expression on his face. "It wasn't enough." His eyebrows lifted with her soft gasp. "Because you didn't get to finish what you had started. The next time you decide to grind on my lap, be prepared to go all the way, baby. Now, what's the plan today?"

Leah gasped again. This time she couldn't believe Jacob had segued from talking about her grinding with him to asking what she was going to do today. "I'm going to call the animal hospital and check up on Terry, weed my flower garden, put up several loads of laundry, and then go to the pet store to buy a bed, a chew toy, harness, a leash and travel crate. I also plan to stop by the nursery to pick up a few tomato plants."

"Can I help you with anything around the house?"

"Yes, Jacob."

He smiled. "What is it?"

"Stay out of my way darlin."

Throwing back his head, Jacob laughed loudly. "You really sound like a down South girl."

Leah wrinkled her nose. "That's because I am from down south. You say you're from Charlotte but you don't sound as if you were raised in the south."

Jacob sobered. He had lost whatever southern drawl he had after working with a speech coach. "I never said was from Charlotte. I said my cousins' security company is based in Charlotte."

"Where did you grow up?"

"Silver spring, Maryland." Cradling her face in his hands, Jacob kissed the end of her nose. "Enough questions. After you finish your household chores and errands, I'm going to take you out to dinner. Maybe I'll be able to find a place that offers live entertainment and dancing."

Holding on to his wrists, Leah went on tiptoe. "You dance?"

"Yes, I dance."

"Do you samba?"

"No. Where did you learn to samba?" Jacob asked.

"Wouldn't you love to know." She smirked.

Sliding a hand down the length of Leah's arm, Jacob laced their fingers together deciding to ask something else. "Did you wear one of those skimpy costumes that leaves nothing to the imagination?"

"I plead the fifth." She was still smiling.

"Hey-y-y-y Doc. You got funky didn't you?"

She lifted a shoulder. "It was a little risqué."

"That's something I would love to see."

"Maybe next year if you're not off protecting someone and I get off from the hospital, you can come with me."

The instant the invitation rolled off her tongue, Leah realized she was being premature. Her future was vague at best, because she didn't know where she was going to be the next day. There was still the upcoming trial, the aftermath and the question as to whether she would return to the hospital or focus all her energies on setting up the clinic.

"I'm sorry, Jacob."

"For what?"

"For being presumptuous. I shouldn't have extended an invitation when I don't know where I'm going to be next year."

Jacob saw a modicum of vulnerability in Leah for the first time. He wondered if Seth had mentioned the break-in at her Miami Beach home. "You don't plan on returning to Florida?"

"I plan to go back, but…"

"But what, Leah?"

She waved her free hand. "Nothing. I'd better get started on the garden before it rains." The mountains were nearly obliterated by the smoke-like fog. An average rainfall of eight-five inches qualified the upper elevation and higher peaks of the Smoky Mountain as a temperate rain forest. "I left the fixings for an omelet in the refrigerator for you."

A rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. Jacob looked skyward. Angry black clouds, hung over the mountains like a shroud. "You're going to have to put off working in the garden. It's about to storm."

"I'm going to see how much I can get done before the skies open up."

Short of forcibly restraining Leah, Jacob knew she intended to work in the garden despite the impending thunderstorm. Meteorologists had predicted rain for the next two days, then clearing and sunny weather for the holiday weekend.

"Have you eaten?" he asked, following her into the house, closing and locking the door behind them.

"I'm good," Leah said over her shoulder.

Quickening his pace, Jacob fell into step with Leah. "What does that mean?"

"I ate is what it means."

He gave her a sidelong glance. "What did you eat?"

She cut her eyes at him. "You're supposed to protect me, not monitor what I eat."

"If you don't eat, then there will be nothing left of you to protect."

"What are you trying to say, Jacob?"

"You're nothing but skin and bones, and I happen to like my women just a wee bit thicker than you are."

"It doesn't matter because I'm not your woman." Leah countered, smiling.

Looping an arm around her waist, Jacob pulled her to his length. "You think not?"

Raising her chin, she smiled up at him. "I know not."

Jacob's expression changed as if someone had lowered a shade, concealing his innermost feelings. It was obvious Leah had no inkling of the dangers facing her. Someone had broken into her home, hoping to find her there, while Charlie Swan hadn't hesitated to approve his request to move out of the time-share and into Leah Clearwater's vacation home. It was not what Charlie said but what he didn't or wouldn't say that led Jacob to believe the shooting linked to OPERATION: Top Gun.

He knew the shoot-out was gang and drug related. However, it was the weapon of choice used in the wanton murders that left members of law enforcement slack-jawed. Aside from having the same gang ink, each member carried a Desert Eagle. Unparalleled in handguns, the fifty-caliber chrome-tinted firearm was designed to reduce a target to a bleeding pulp. Leah was more than lucky to be alive. She was blessed, because the bullet had missed her vital organs.

It was as if the gun thieves had a shopping list that included the Desert Eagle, M4A1, AK47, M16A2, and the M249 SAW, with 200-round belt. The thieves also scooped up night-vision goggles and M84s. An M84 thrown into a room rendered occupants totally deaf and blind within seconds before reconnaissance rush in to subdue or eliminate their target. Another lethal weapon had appeared on the shopping list: a scythe with a nineteen-inch blade. Those who purchased the stolen weapons were either stockpiling them or preparing for war. The Department of Justice had confirmed that some of the weapons were used by several Mexican drug cartels in the deaths of police officers, civilians and gangsters.

"I promised you and your brother that I would protect you. That translates into you belonging to me for the summer and therefore my woman. When I ask you to do something don't hesitate or question me. To do so could possibly put not only your life but also mine in jeopardy." The tense lines around his mouth grew tighter. "I don't tell you how to practice medicine, so don't interfere with what I have to do to keep both of us safe."

Squaring her shoulders, Leah pulled herself up to her full height. "Nice speech, Jacob, but what does it have to do with my weight?"

"You need to eat Leah," he countered sternly.

"But, I do eat."

"Sure you eat. You pick at your food like a finicky child, leaving half of it on your plate. It's sinful the way you waste food. You may have been born with a platinum spoon in your mouth, but I grew up with kids who if they didn't take advantage of school breakfast and lunch, then they didn't eat. I didn't grow up wealthy, but there was never a question of not having enough to eat."

Leah felt properly chastised. Jacob was right. Each time they had shared a meal she'd left food on her plate. Food that had to be thrown away, or could have been eaten by someone with little or no resources.

"Okay, Jacob." She conceded.

His eyebrows lifted questioningly. "Okay, what?"

"I will eat breakfast with you."

Jacob felt a small measure of victory. If he were completely honest with Leah then he would have told her that he liked her body, but if she were to become malnourished he would be forced to call her brother and have him arrange for her to recuperate at the horse farm.

He affected a mock bow, the gesture fluid and graceful for a man his size. "Gracias, Senorita Clearwater."

"Hey, you." Leah crooned. "I didn't know you spoke Spanish."

"I don't. I probably don't know more than ten words."

"Well, m'ijo, by the end of the summer you'll know more than ten words."

Resting his forehead on Leah's, Jacob pressed a kiss on the bridge of her nose. "Are you going to give me an exam?"

"Si, m'ijo. And it won't be a number or letter grade. The final grade will be a Pass/Fail."

He smiled. "That's fair enough." He led her into the kitchen. "Sit down and I'll cook."

"I want a one-egg omelet." Leah announced as she sat on a high stool at the cooking island.

Jacob rolled his eyes at her. "There is no such thing as a one-egg omelet. Either it's two or three."

"Okay. Make it two."

Jacob lay on a recliner on the patio, watching Leah as she sat on a low stool pulling weeds from an overgrown flower garden. Thunder rumbled in the distance like the roar of an angry bear. There were intermittent flashes of lightning, but no rain.

She had eaten more for breakfast than she had at dinner. Then, she hadn't had more than a few forkfuls of beans, rice, roast and pulled pork. She had drunk coffee, but hadn't eaten the flan. He had watched her pick at her plate, believing she was a picky eater when the thought came to him that she may possibly be bulimic. However, she had proven him wrong when she ate all of her omelet, a slice of raisin toast, sliced fruit and two cups of coffee. Leah hadn't gone to the bathroom but to the mudroom to put on a pair of rubber boots and gardening tools.

There was another flash of lightning that lit up the entire sky. Jacob was on his feet. There had been enough light to see the shadowy outline of a dog. Reaching for the automatic tucked into the ankle holster, he rose to his feet and slowly made his way off the patio to the perimeter of the garden. Leah shifted the stool and shook the ground, followed by lightening that illuminated the countryside.

It had only taken a glance for Jacob to recognize the shape crouched less than ten feet from where Leah sat as a coyote. "Don't move baby," he warned quietly.

Leah glanced up, her eyes widening when she saw the gun pointed at her. The tears filling her eyes blurred her vision. Trance-like, she removed her gardening gloves. "Jacob, no." her voice was trembling whisper.

He took a step. "Don't talk and please baby, do not move."

Raising his hand, his gaze never leaving the animal, he fired a warning shot within inches of the animal's ear, the sound reverberating like an echo. The smell of cordite hung heavily in the air as the coyote turned, ran and disappeared in the undergrowth of a copse of trees. Pushing the firearm into the waistband behind his back, Jacob approached Leah, who hadn't moved. When he reached out to touch her she began screaming, the ear piercing shrieks lingering and carrying across the gorges and valleys like the wind.

Leah felt a fear she had never experienced before, not even when she had stared into the bore of the large handgun held by a boy who would eradicate two lives as naturally as exhaling. She hadn't believed he would shoot her or Sam because she knew they weren't his target. But after he had fired the first shot it was as if he couldn't stop.

She couldn't believe she had invited a man into her home, a man she trusted and he wanted to kill her. It was better if she had died in the cubicle in the E.R. than in a house in the mountains where her nearest neighbor couldn't hear her even if she had screamed at the top of her lungs. Her mother was right. If Jacob killed her, then it would be days, if not weeks before someone came looking for her body. Perhaps it was a good thing that she had promised Seth she would come to Virginia the following weekend. If she didn't show up at least he would know where to come looking for her.

Jacob took a step backward when Leah came at him, her fingers clawing at his face. He parried her flagging arms, and then grabbed her wrists. Holding them at her sides while she screamed like someone possessed.

"Stop it, Leah!" He smothered a groan when her knee came up and made contact with his groin. Tightening his hold, he swung her up until she lay across his shoulder. He held her legs while she pounded his back, the blows bouncing off like hail hitting a roadway. Jacob carried her back into the house and dropped her on the chaise like a limp bedroll. He didn't give her a chance to move when his body covered hers.

Leah couldn't move and she couldn't breathe with the pressure of Jacob's body making her his prisoner. "Let me up."

"Not until you calm down."

"Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to be calm when you tried to kill me?"

Jacob stared at the high color in Leah's cheeks. It was the first time he noticed a sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of her nose that even the hot Florida sun hadn't been able to conceal. "If I'd wanted to kill you, baby, you wouldn't be talking right now."

Still struggling, Leah attempted to free herself. "Why, then, did you shoot at me?"

He smiled. "I wanted to scare off a coyote that was stalking you."

"You killed a coyote?"

"No, Leah. I frightened off a coyote. But, if he had attacked you, then I definitely would have had to kill it."

"Why didn't you shout at it instead of firing your gun?"

Jacob sobered. "What if it would have attacked you instead of running away? Then I would have to take you to the hospital to be tested for rabies, and as a doctor you know what that entails." His eyes narrowed. "Why did you think I was trying to kill you, Leah?"

She closed her eyes. "I don't know. When I heard the shot all I thought about were the few seconds when I saw two people shot before I felt the fire in my side." Leah opened her eyes to see Jacob staring at her as if she were a complete stranger. "Just for a nanosecond I believed you were a hit man. That someone had paid you to eliminate a witness."

"You're kidding me aren't you?"

"No, I'm not. You have to be aware of the number of witnesses that are murdered every year to keep them from testifying."

"You're wrong about me, baby. If I had wanted to kill you I would have done it already. I could have put a bullet in your head when you stopped to help Terry, and then gotten back into my vehicle and drove away. There would have been nothing to link me to your death. No fingerprints and no DNA."

Leah nodded. She knew Jacob was right, but seeing the gun in his hand was like an instant replay of the moment when her life was in the hands of a crazed teenager bent on revenge and retaliation. "I'm sorry, Jacob. Seeing you with that gun was like déjà vu."

Supporting his weight on his elbows, Jacob cradled her head between his hands. "I promised to take care of you, not hurt you." He said softly and close to her parted lips.

A shiver of wanting raced through Leah's body. She knew what she proposed to ask the man molded to the length of her body bordered on brazenness but she was past caring. "You can take care of me by making love to me."

Jacob went completely still as if he had been shot, not wanting to believe what he had just heard. He tried analyzing Leah's request, then chided to himself for it. She had thought she was going to die and his making love to her would confirm that she was still alive, breathing and feeling sensations that symbolized the perpetuation of life.

"Are you certain, Leah?"

A smile flitted across her full mouth. "As certain as I am that you will protect me."

Needing no further prompting, he moved off the chaise, swinging her into his arms. He smiled when she put her arms around his neck as he walked off the porch, down a hallway to the staircase leading to the second story.

Jacob wanted to make love to Leah so he could eradicate the memory of the man she had promised to marry. Sam was gone and he would take his place. Not as her fiancé, but as her lover and protector. He carried her up the staircase, walking into his bedroom and closing the door even though they were the only ones in the house. He wanted the bedroom to become a sanctuary where they would shut out the past and begin anew. When he made love to her he wanted to forget every woman from his past and make Leah forget every other man.

Leah had begged Jacob to make love to her because she felt empty inside. It had nothing to do with bearing a child. It was the lack of sexual fulfillment. She hadn't realized the inadequacies of her firs lover until she had left him. Not only was he unworthy of her virginity, but his selfishness was apparent when he failed to make certain she climaxed before he did.

Jacob placed Leah on the bed as if she were a fragile piece of crystal. He turned on the lamp on the bedside table. Going to his knees, he removed her boots and socks, his gaze never leaving hers. He searched her face, looking for indecision, but saw strength, determination instead. She had asked him to make love to her and he would, because it was something he had wanted to do the instant she had turned to look at him in the supermarket.

Even without knowing her name or whether she was married or involved with some, he had wanted to make love to her, and that had been a first for him. He had believed he would never see her again, but fate had intervened when he had flagged down her SUV before she caused further injury to the puppy that had crawled on the roadway.

By the time he had celebrated his twenty sixth birthday, Jacob had long tired of the lies and head games when it came to interacting with women. Some he would see once or twice, and the few who'd managed to hold his interest for more than a week or two he continued to date. Leah was different. He hadn't known her a week, yet it felt as if they had been together for months. Sharing dinner with her and her brother was easygoing and enjoyable. It had been a long time since he'd felt a part of a family unit because of his brother's undercover stints. Whereas he would take a break between assignments, it hadn't been that way with Embry. It was as if the ex-Navy SEAL ATF agent had to prove his worth over and over because of his drug-addicted parents.

Placing a hand over Leah's flat belly. Jacob leaned over and brushed his mouth over hers. "Are you certain this is what you want?"

Her lips parted in a demure smile. "Yes, Jacob, it is what I want." Her dulcet voice had dropped an octave, becoming almost a whisper.

He wanted to tell her it would change everything between them. Once they joined their bodies it would change him and change her. "Do I need to protect you?"

It took a while for Leah to realize Jacob was asking her whether she was using a contraceptive. She'd had her gynecologist remove the intrauterine device before she was discharged from the hospital. If she were to embark on a summer liaison with Jacob, she didn't want the result to be an unplanned pregnancy. It'd always been her wish to marry, and then start a family.

"Yes, please."

Jacob kissed her again. "Don't run away baby."

He left the bed and made his way to the walk-in closet and opened the door. He placed the automatic and ankle holster on a shelf, then reached for a toiletry bag, opened it and took out several condoms. Leah's eyes appeared abnormally large when he returned to the bed and placed a condom on the pillow beside her head. It was as if seeing the small packet made what they were about to do real. It was one thing to talk about making love and another to actually engage in the very intimate act where they would cease to exist as separate entities.

Jacob couldn't understand what made Leah Clearwater so different from the other women he had slept with. At first, he had believed he was attracted to her delicate beauty and intelligence. Then it was her strength, but after seeing her reaction to his discharging a shot, he knew it was her vulnerability. Under the tough girl scrappy exterior was a woman who had stared death in the face and survived. And despite the dangers facing her, she was willing to enter a courtroom to testify as to what she had witnessed to send a murderer to prison for the rest of his natural life, or death row.

His hands were steady when he unsnapped the waistband on her jeans and eased them off her hips and down her legs. "Very cute." Leah wore a pair of candy-striped red and white silk bikini panties. His expressive eyebrows lifted. "I love peppermint." Before Leah could react, Jacob had pressed his face to her groin and blew his breath against the triangle of silk. "You smell delicious."

Heat and shame burned Leah's face. She had never had the experience of a man putting his face between her legs. Even when she had overheard her female friends and colleagues talk about what went on in their bedrooms, she was never on to contribute to the discussion when it came to oral sex. The first time she asked Sam if he had ever gone down on a woman, he had stared at her as if she had been suddenly diagnosed with leprosy or another deadly communicable disease. It was the first and last time she had broached the subject with him.

She had closed her eyes, letting all of her senses take over. Jacob's touch was gentle as he removed her jeans tank top, bra and finally her panties. Leah felt rather than saw Jacob move off the bed and she opened her eyes. He stood tall and powerful, looming over the bed like the bronze statues she had seen in museums. She inhaled a breath, holding it while he unbuttoned the chambray shirt and shrugged it off his broad shoulders. A slight gasp escaped her when she stared at the unbelievable perfection of his toned, muscles upper body.

Leah was transfixed, unable to pull her gaze away from her soon to be lover as he undressed and the throbbing between her legs had become an ache only he could assuage. Everything about Jacob Black was different from her fiancé, from his coloring to his height and breadth. Her eyes followed his every motion as he leaned over to remove his shoes and socks, the muscles in his back rippling sensuously. His jeans came next, followed by a pair of black boxer briefs. Then she did close her eyes, but curiosity forced her to open them seconds later to stare numbly in awe at the long, thick sex hanging heavily between his muscled thighs.

Seeing Jacob fully clothes was a turn on. But seeing him completely naked set her nerve endings on fire. Heated blood rushed through Leah's body, making it almost impossible for her to remain immobile. As a doctor she had lost count of the number of naked men she had seen, yet looking at Jacob completely nude for the first time negated all of her medical training. He wasn't her patient. He was a man with whom she'd asked to share his body. And what a magnificent body it was.

Rising from the pillow, she extended her hand. "Come sit down and put your back against the headboard."

Jacob complied. "What's up babe?"

Leah straddled his lap. "I have to deal with some unfinished business."

Anchoring his hands around her waist, he pulled her closer. "Does that unfinished business have anything to do with a lap dance?"

Shocks of arousal swept through her when her breasts touched his smooth, hard chest. "Yes. But if it's too much for you—"

"I didn't say it was too much for me." Jacob said cutting her off. "I said you can't tease me, then not finish what you've started."

"It wasn't my fault that my brother cam unannounced."

Burying his face between her neck and shoulder, he nipped the silky skin. "There's nothing to stop us now."

Leah anchored her arms under Jacob's shoulders. "I suggest you wrap up now." she didn't want or need any accidents where sex play ended in her becoming pregnant. Scooting down his thighs, she hovered above his knees.

Throwing back his head, Jacob laughed loudly. He had predicted they were going to have a lot of fun hanging out together, and Leah had just proven him right. "Yes, Doc." Reaching for the condom, he opened the packet and rolled the latex sheath down the length of his penis. His hands went to Leah's waist as he pulled her closer.

Pressing her mouth to her lover's ear, she pulled the lobe gently between her teeth. "Hang on, m'ijo. It's going to be a bumpy ride, but I promise to bring you in for a smooth landing."

Jacob laughed again, the sound drowned out by the roll of thunder, followed by an explosive crash of lightening that lit up the entire bedroom. Rain lashed the windows with a fury that rattled them in their frames. But the power of the storm paled in comparison to the storm Leah had created in his loins.

He closed his eyes rather than stare at the carnal expression on the face of a woman offering him the most exquisite sex he had ever experienced. Her hips were poetry in motion, moving sensually over his penis in an up and down motion before changing to one that rocked from side to side. Unknowingly, she'd seduced him the moment she'd opened her mouth to answer his query about the difference in cabbage. Her smoky voice had pulled him in where he wanted to engage in an extended conversation with a stranger.

The condom Jacob had chosen to wear was so thin that Leah felt as if he were wearing nothing, and she feared climaxing before she could know what it was like to have his prodigious erection inside her. It lay against his belly, pulsing as she slid up and down its length. Her breathing deepened as she struggled to force air into her lungs. A small moan escaped her before she fastened her mouth to his chest, suckling him like a starving infant.

Jacob bellowed. It was too much! If he didn't stop Leah he would ejaculate into the condom, something he loathed. Holding her waist in a punishing grip, he reversed their position and holding his penis, he guided it between her legs. He managed to find the opening to her vagina but was thwarted when he felt resistance. She had admitted she wasn't a virgin yet her body was tight as one. Taking his time, he pushed gently, while preparing her to take all of him.

Leah felt her celibate flesh stretching to accommodate the length and girth of Jacob's sex. There was pain. Good pain. They sighed in unison when he was fully sheathed inside her. She closed her eyes, smiling. It had taken twenty nine years for her to find her sexual counterpart.

"Did I hurt you?"

Her eyes opened. "No," she answered truthfully.

"Are you sure you're not a virgin?" Jacob whispered in her ear.

A moan of ecstasy slipped through her lips when her whole being was flooded with desire for the man pressing her down to the mattress. Everything about Jacob was intoxicating, from the feel, warmth and smell of his flesh, to the hardness filling her. She never tired of looking at his beautiful masculine face.

"I'm not a virgin, and will you please do something for me?"

"What, babe?"

"Stop talking."

"And do what?" he asked teasing her.

"Finish what you started, mi'ijo."

Jacob needed no further prompting. He rolled his hips, swallowing a groan when he felt the walls of her vagina squeeze his penis before releasing it. Leah was on fire, and it was racing out of control and spreading to him. The rising scent of their lovemaking had become a aphrodisiac.

Leah rose to meet his strong thrusts in an uncontrolled passion that stunned her with its intensity. She moaned, cried as erotic pleasure seized her in a vise that refused to let her go. Then it happened. The flutters in her vagina grew stronger, more frequent and then she felt the familiar sensation at the base of her spine signaling she was going to climax.

"No!" the protest came out between teeth clenched so tightly her jaw ached. She didn't want it to be over. It was much too quick. The orgasms came, tumbling over one another when she gave in to the all-consuming passion that had been building since Jacob Black pressed her against the bumper of his truck and kissed her. He had awakened a sleeping passion that made her crave him every waking moment. She had told herself she didn't want or need him but her body said differently.

Leah never acted as brazenly with another man as she had with Jacob. His overt masculinity had become a beacon calling out to her and guiding her home. she could feel the heat from him seep into her as she bared her throat and cried out as her body vibrated with liquid fire that swept her away and she floated into nothingness.

Jacob quickened his thrusts as he surrendered to the sensations taking him beyond himself. He had tried holding back, but his heart felt as if it was going to explode. Burying his face in the pillow beneath Leah's head, he bellowed out his pleasure as the strong pulsing in his sex ebbed, leaving him feeling as helpless as a newborn.

He was shocked at his response to her lovemaking and deeply disturbed because he realized making love with Leah was a mistake. When it came time for him to leave her, he knew it wasn't going to be easy—not when he lived under her roof and they had become lovers.

One thing he was certain of: it would take Herculean strength for him to make a clean break. That would only be possible if he continued to remind himself why he was in North Carolina. Making contact with his brother and getting him back safe was his first and only priority. Embry Call-Black only had him as his lifeline, while Leah Clearwater had a wealthy family that would move heaven and earth to keep her safe.

Raising his head, he smiled at Leah smiling back at him. "Thanks babe."

Her smile grew wider. "You're welcome, m'ijo."

Reluctantly, Jacob pulled out, and left the bed to go to the bathroom to discard the condom. When he returned to the bedroom, Leah had turned off the lamp and covered herself with the sheet and lightweight blanket. He sat down on the side of the bed. "May I join you?"

Her shoulders shook with laughter. "I should be asking you if I can stay, after all it is your bed."

He pulled back the sheet and stared at the scar where the bullet passed through her side. Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth to the puckered flesh that was a constant reminder of how close she had come to losing her life. "Move over, babe."

Leah shifted and Jacob got into bed, pressing his groin to her hips. They lay together like spoons and went to sleep without a care in the world.

So once again I got distracted by True Blood

Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric makes me almost want to have a side affair with a Vampire.

Lol. Anyways I was having a busy weekend hints why I haven't updated

Lc's Room but I'm finally almost caught up with the end of the chapter I'm working on.

Yay \(-_-)/ Anyways Review they make my day 10 times better even if that is a bit sad lol.