Leopard 03 - Burning Wild

scream and plead for him to be inside her. This was Jake, the man she loved desperately, and she wanted him with every cell in her body.
    He lifted her with one strong arm. “Wrap your legs around me.” He needed to be closer, needed to be inside of her, sharing the same skin.
    Emma did as he asked, opening herself to him. A strange purring sound came from her as he rocked against her, and she rubbed her body hard against his thick bulge. The thin material between them frustrated her and she glanced down. She could see herself, her full breasts spilling out, her body flushed and needy, her hips bucking against him while her legs wrapped around him tightly. She’d lost her mind. She was attacking him .
    “Stop.” It came out a whisper, a hoarse, needy whisper, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “We have to stop.”
    “We have to get our clothes off,” he countered, his mouth greedy at her breast.
    Her body nearly convulsed with pleasure. She was building to an orgasm, something she’d rarely had with Andrew, yet Jake hadn’t even penetrated her. “Jake, please.” She didn’t know if she was begging him to take her right there in the hallway or if she was looking for freedom. She’d never in her life felt so desperate to have a man inside of her.
    She felt his hands tugging at the drawstring of her pants while his mouth continued to suckle at her breast. His teeth tugged and nipped while his tongue flicked back and forth. She felt each touch deep in her womb, so that her inner muscles gripped at nothing. She was empty and needy, aching for him. She needed to push him away but she couldn’t find the strength. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,”
    she whispered. “Or with you.”
    He went utterly still. He even seemed to stop breathing for a moment, and she knew he was struggling for control. He held her tight against him, so tight she could feel his heavy shaft pulsing against her mound. His mouth reluctantly left her aching breast and he buried his face between her neck and shoulder. They stayed that way a long time, neither moving, fighting for breath, for a way to pull back, for a way to defuse what had just happened between them.
    Jake moved first, slowly lowering her legs back to the floor, his hands framing her face. “I’m sorry, Emma. There’s no excuse and I’m not going to try to find one for you.”
    She couldn’t blame the entire thing on him; she’d more than responded. She didn’t know what had come over her. She stood there, the wall holding her up, looking at his face, her breasts spilling out of her bra, wild and wanton, with the strawberry marks from his teeth and mouth all over them. She couldn’t find her voice, or her will.
    Jake pulled her top up, but the material rubbed against her hard nipples, sending streaks of arousal lashing from her breasts to her spasming womb. “I’m sorry too,” was all she could manage.
    “I need to know what Linda said to you,” Jake said, “whether you want to tell me or not. It’s important, Emma. It isn’t just about my ego and my being a control freak. I know you think I’m paranoid about you and the children, but I have good reason.”
    The last thing she wanted to do was talk and make sense. She needed to take a cold shower and then hide her head under the blankets for the rest of her life. Jake seemed to be able to switch off intense arousal with little problem. His body was still hard, but she rarely saw him any other way. He still was close to her, nearly skin to skin, the heat of his body warming her and his masculine scent enveloping her. She didn’t push him away because her legs were so weak she was afraid she’d fall if he stepped back.
    She fought to control her breathing and tried to make sense, tried to be as nonchalant as he managed.
    “Linda said she needed to talk to me, that it was important. Although she never said it outright, she implied she had a message for me from you.”
    He frowned down at her, shaking his head as if disappointed in her. “I would have called you myself if that were the case.”
    “I know that. I do. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Which wasn’t entirely true. She’d been curious to see what Jake’s “girlfriend” looked like. Emma had an acute sense of smell, and all too often she scented another woman when Jake came through the door in the evening after he’d been to his downtown office. Curiosity and maybe a little jealousy had gotten the best of her and she