mumbled from her post at the side of the bed.
Sarah couldn’t stop her mouth from hanging open. If she didn’t know any better, she’d be sure he just gave a full-on admission of his feelings for her.
Her eyes shot to her mother and then back to Jake. They were having a battle of wills as they locked eyes. It broke when her mother grinned.
“Well okay then. I guess I can’t argue with that.” Her mother turned to her. “Maybe you can consider staying in school this way.”
“She had better.” Jake turned to her and pinned her with his sharp gaze. He nearly knocked her over when he broke into a grin and winked.
That was about all she could take. Sarah launched herself into his arm.
“Oh, good Lord. You better get her out of here before she gushes all over the places.” Sarah turned to look at her Aunt Patty. “Don’t worry. I’ll take your mama home here soon.”
Jake pulled her from the room only to be yanked back as Sarah came to a stop.
“You are amazing.” She beamed up at him with all the love she felt.
“No, I’m selfish.” He grinned when she cocked an eyebrow. “Now I get to see my woman more.”
Her brows furrowed. “And what does being your woman mean?”
Jake knew she would ask eventually and he still wasn’t quite sure what to say.
“It means that I need you and there isn’t much that I need. Maybe that makes me selfish and scares the hell out of me.” He reached up and scrubbed his hand on his chin. “But I’ve been so cut off for so long, and you are so good.”
Jake sighed and tried to regain some control.
“I want to live again and you’re the only one to make me feel this way.” His voice was raw with emotion.
Sarah could hardly contain herself. Her hands cupped his face as she placed tender kissed on his sweet lips. He brushed away a tear from her cheeks and took her in a loving kiss. It quickly heated and by the end they were panting with their heads together.
“Why don’t you take me back to bed and show me what it means to be your woman?” she whispered across his mouth.
Jake grinned. “Oh, I’ll show you. Over and over again. Every single night.”
Sarah sighed and slipped her hand into his.
“You had better.”
By day, Madison Stevens is a mom, wife, house cleaner, short-order cook and underpaid custodian. When night comes, she gets to hang up those jobs, enjoy the silence and become a sex goddess, or, when she has a headache, cook and read. Her husband is also an accomplished author, and she hopes to measure up to him.
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