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Amy was stunned. The first time they had time to really talk, and all this came out. "No, but Kayla--"
He grimaced. "Kayla's in high school. She wants you to have a boyfriend. She doesn't seem to have a problem with cops. She would handle it just fine." He set his wineglass down and put his hands on her shoulders. "I want you. You're already mine. Don't deny it. I want everyone to know. I want to be able to go eat at restaurants. Go shopping together. Sleep together in the same house. I want you to be able to tell that damn coach why you won't go out with him."
Amy's eyes were suddenly swimming in tears. She shook her head. "I knew this would happen." She reached out and punched his shoulder, but it didn't have any strength behind it. "I knew this would happen the minute you walked in my classroom, damn you." She shuddered and a tear slid down her cheek.
Her tears hit Jake in the guts. He knew he could force her on this, but couldn't stand to see her so sad. He folded her in his arms. "Never mind. Just never mind, babe. Don't worry about it. Don't think about it. Just stay with me this weekend. We'll hide out here and no one will know." He tipped her face to his. "Just you and me. Just promise me that you're mine. Only mine."
Amy wiped her eyes. "I promise," she whispered.
What followed was the most sensual journey that they had ever taken. Jake removed their clothing one piece at a time, as if in slow motion. Buttons were loosened, one by one. Straps were removed, and snaps were unhooked. Feather soft kisses rained her face, her neck and her throat.
There was no hurry. They lay together, side by side, on his big couch. Soft touches of her skin, sips of her lips. Her skin was like silk, and he felt her touch all the way to his soul. Her body was his temple, and he worshipped it the only way he knew how.
Amy felt the difference in his touch this night, and was shattered by it. If she hadn't been falling in love with him before, she was now. He was worshipping not just her body, but her heart and soul, too.
When he entered her, it wasn't with a driving force toward orgasm. It was slow and gentle, their eyes entwined and their movements coordinated. "You're mine." His voice was deep.
Amy moved her hand to his cheek. "Yes." Her eyes were glazed with passion.
"You only sleep with me." He pushed in harder. She gasped.
"Yes," she panted.
"You only come for me." He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his arm. She was completely open to him and had no control over the depth of his thrusts.
"Yes, Jake." She felt the wave building.
"Don't forget it, Amy. You're mine. Forever." He tipped her up and slammed back inside. Amy splintered into a thousand different pieces as she fell over the edge.
They made love twice more during the night. Both times, he was gentle. It was like he had found a new way to vanquish her. Amy had no armor against it.
She was quickly losing this battle.
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They spent the rest of the weekend doing inconsequential things. They drove to the coast and walked on the beach. The wind was sharp, and he held her close beside him and they strolled hand in hand. Then they had supper in a small town on the way back. All day, he wanted contact with her. Demanded it from her. He held her hand, or touched her shoulder, or put his arms around her. Amy luxuriated in the freedom of the time spent with him, and the new closeness they were sharing.
And they made love often. In the bed. In the living room. In the shower.
On Sunday, Amy didn't want to go home, and it was obvious that Jake didn't want her to leave. He became like the proverbial lion with the thorn in his paw. He scowled constantly. He snapped at her. He slammed doors. He became like a rabid dog that turned on his master.
Finally, she had enough. "Do you just want me to go now? I don't have to stay here until I go to the airport. I can easily leave now."
It was the wrong thing to say. She watched a look come over his face that almost scared her. The blood rose to his cheeks and he actually bared his teeth. The shift in his features was riveting. Amy was so intrigued she forgot to move. She waited too long, and he was in front of her.
"Say that again." He reached out and clasped a wrist in his hand.
"Jake, I--, I think you're behaving b-badly--"
He cut her off. "Behaving badly. You think I'm behaving badly." He reached down and took her other wrist.
Her stomach clenched. "Y-yes. You're acting very spoiled." He pushed his body to hers. She felt his erection between them. She backed up a step.
He followed h
er until he had her against the wall. He raised her arms above her head and pinned them to the wall. His body caged hers. "I'm spoiled and behaving badly."
"Y-yes, you are." She stared up at him.
