Call It Destiny

into the bedroom.“
    The feverish desire flared between them, cutting off any further conversation except for the urgent passionate murmurs that are a form of communication between lovers. Jake touched the fastenings of Heather’s clothes with hands of magic. Her garments seemed to melt away from her body and she heard his husky intake of breath as his palm cupped her breast in gentle possession.
    „Ah, Heather. My sweet Heather….“
    His own clothes were removed with masculine impatience a moment later and then he came back down on top of her, covering her body with his own as he slid forcefully between her thighs.
    Heather felt the heavy heat of him waiting to engulf her, and trembled. Jake lowered his head, taking her mouth in an all-consuming kiss. His hands moved down to her hips, squeezing the soft resilient curves of her body. She shivered again, lifting herself with silent invitation as he trailed his fingers through the fine hair of the dark triangle.
    „Please, Jake. Oh, my darling love….“
    He nipped hungrily at the budding peak of her breast. „You’re so incredibly responsive,“ he breathed, obviously luxuriating in the hot warmth of her.
    „I never knew I could be like this,“ she said simply as her fingers urged him closer.
    „Heather!“ With a thick groan of desire, Jake thrust deeply into her soft feminine channel, uniting them in an act of love.
    Heather shimmered under the overwhelming assault of Jake’s body, giving herself to him with all the love and passion that had been set free during the trauma of their courtship.
    When the white-hot intensity of their shared need consumed them both, Heather no longer cared whether Jake viewed her love in terms of surrender. She gave herself completely and in the process of giving received everything she could ever need or want.
    Jake sealed the pact between them with the elemental fire of possession, and when Heather’s body tightened beneath his, he joined her in the tumultuous completion, calling her name hoarsely as he sank deeply into her softness.
    It was a long time before Jake stirred lazily against the sweetly limp form entwined with his. Heather moved protestingly but didn’t open her eyes. She nestled her tousled head into his shoulder and invited the smoothing movement of his hand with her tantalizingly curved hip.
    „Cold?“ he asked huskily.
    „Umm.“
    „Does that mean yes or no?“
    „Umm.“
    He smiled to himself and waited another few minutes, enjoying the feel of her leg as it lay trapped between his muscular thighs. She was so soft and capable of such passion. What had he ever done to deserve his present contentment?
    The answer to that question slammed into his head with uncomfortable certainty. He’d fought for it. Harder than he’d fought for anything in his life. And he’d confronted a worthy opponent. If Heather hadn’t surrendered tonight there was no telling where the fighting would have stopped.
    A wave of irritation made him move, forcing him up to a sitting position. Heather murmured a catlike protest, this time opening her eyes.
    „Getting ready to kick me out so soon, Jake?“
    He scowled. „I’m not going to kick you out.“
    „Of course you are. You have your reputation to consider, remember?“ She teased him with her eyes as she patted a small yawn. „Don’t worry, I understand completely. Can’t have the entire staff gossiping about us, can we?“
    „I don’t want them gossiping about you, honey.“
    She grinned. „Jake, the staff has always gossiped about me. I’ve been giving them stuff to talk about since the day I was born!“
    „Well, not anymore,“ he declared roughly.
    „Then you are going to kick me out?“ She traced the line of his mouth with a copper-tipped finger.
    „I’m going to walk you home before anyone realizes you’ve stayed too long.“
    Her eyes lit up with love and humor. „Are you going to be a tyrannical sort of husband, Jake?“
    The word husband paused for a moment in his head and Jake examined it closely. Very seriously he looked down at Heather. „I’ll try to be the best possible husband, honey. I’ll take care of you, look after you.“
    „In other words, you’ll be a tyrant.“ She rolled over so that her nude body flowed along the top of his.
    „We’re going to be partners, Heather,“ he corrected carefully, not sure what to make of her teasing.
    „With you being the senior partner?“
    „I want us to work together. You know