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circles on her back.
“South Dakota’s a new start for you. Put it behind you.” He pushed her back in his arms to look her in the eye. “But I don’t want my wife pining all her life for some man not worthy to shine her shoes. I mean it, Julia. We’re married.”
She nodded. “I want to start over. I’m going to do my best to be a good wife.”
Jake pulled her back against his chest. She felt good there. Smelled good too, even after a day like they’d had. Jake chuckled.
“This is why I want sons. Went through worrying about this stuff with Flossie and Gloria. Don’t know if I could take it with a daughter.” He pushed her away from his chest holding her in a loose hug and smiled a lopsided grin. “That’s why I ordered Inga. She had eight brothers. I figured that was as good chance as any of having boys.”
As quick as lightening, Julia’s face went from smiling and relaxed to a shy rosy pink color . She wants this. I want this. Ah, hell, might as well see if the kissing will make me want to hurry or dawdle. If he should put his silver on the nightstand before the deed so he wouldn’t have to face a woman he didn’t know, but had bedded. Or if by some stroke of luck, he would want to be in that bed every night. Jake tilted her chin up with his finger and touched her lips with his. His eyes closed of their own volition. Not because he didn’t want to see the rouge lined face of a soiled dove either. They just closed, as if any distraction would take away the pure pleasure he was feeling.
Jake reached behind him and pulled a kitchen chair out. He eased down onto it and pulled Julia into his lap as he did. He was thinking dawdling would do just fine as far as kissing his wife was concerned. Her head tilted back over his arm as he turned to deepen the kiss. Jake didn’t know how long they sat on the kitchen chair. Could have been months for all he cared. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as he was and he figured now was as good a time as any to carry her upstairs. Jake broke away from her lips but stayed inches from her face.
* * *
It had been a long time since a man had kissed her. He was trembling as much as she. Julia sent a fleeting prayer aloft that he would find her as attractive as she found him. Maybe her morals were as loose as her mother claimed, she thought, as a sigh rolled up within her. Quit thinking, Julia. Feel and enjoy. This could have been Jacob Snelling. Julia touched the dark hair along his collar.
“We can wait, Julia. Are you sure you want to do this your first day here,” he asked.
He was giving her a choice. But did she really want to stop? She was aching in the pit of her stomach for a man she didn’t even know. Fear had turned to anticipation with Jake’s kisses.
“I don’t want to wait,” she said.
Jake eased her from his lap and stood up. “I’ll leave you to wash up and what not,” he said as he twirled his hat in his hand. “Be back up to the house in an hour or so.”
Years ago, Julia had eavesdropped on Jolene as her sister and a married friend were talking. Jolene had described suffering the marriage bed dutifully. And that Turner was after her near every night. But she would put a stop to that, Jolene had confided to the woman. Her disinterest and their forthcoming child would slacken his lust. Jolene had laughed her throaty laugh. That or separate bedrooms would, Jolene had said. How her sister could have not wanted Turner’s attentions were beyond her.
And Jake Shelling was a handsome man. Every edge was hard other than his brown hair. It looked like silk shimmering in the gaslight. He was tall. Probably a good foot or more taller than her. Somehow it was comforting to think of her husband as being taller than her father. His eyes were green, clear and direct.
If her and Jake’s marriage were consummated, her father would have few rights. Just in case, contrary to Flossie and his own assurances, her new husband didn’t feel inclined to
“South Dakota’s a new start for you. Put it behind you.” He pushed her back in his arms to look her in the eye. “But I don’t want my wife pining all her life for some man not worthy to shine her shoes. I mean it, Julia. We’re married.”
She nodded. “I want to start over. I’m going to do my best to be a good wife.”
Jake pulled her back against his chest. She felt good there. Smelled good too, even after a day like they’d had. Jake chuckled.
“This is why I want sons. Went through worrying about this stuff with Flossie and Gloria. Don’t know if I could take it with a daughter.” He pushed her away from his chest holding her in a loose hug and smiled a lopsided grin. “That’s why I ordered Inga. She had eight brothers. I figured that was as good chance as any of having boys.”
As quick as lightening, Julia’s face went from smiling and relaxed to a shy rosy pink color . She wants this. I want this. Ah, hell, might as well see if the kissing will make me want to hurry or dawdle. If he should put his silver on the nightstand before the deed so he wouldn’t have to face a woman he didn’t know, but had bedded. Or if by some stroke of luck, he would want to be in that bed every night. Jake tilted her chin up with his finger and touched her lips with his. His eyes closed of their own volition. Not because he didn’t want to see the rouge lined face of a soiled dove either. They just closed, as if any distraction would take away the pure pleasure he was feeling.
Jake reached behind him and pulled a kitchen chair out. He eased down onto it and pulled Julia into his lap as he did. He was thinking dawdling would do just fine as far as kissing his wife was concerned. Her head tilted back over his arm as he turned to deepen the kiss. Jake didn’t know how long they sat on the kitchen chair. Could have been months for all he cared. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as he was and he figured now was as good a time as any to carry her upstairs. Jake broke away from her lips but stayed inches from her face.
* * *
It had been a long time since a man had kissed her. He was trembling as much as she. Julia sent a fleeting prayer aloft that he would find her as attractive as she found him. Maybe her morals were as loose as her mother claimed, she thought, as a sigh rolled up within her. Quit thinking, Julia. Feel and enjoy. This could have been Jacob Snelling. Julia touched the dark hair along his collar.
“We can wait, Julia. Are you sure you want to do this your first day here,” he asked.
He was giving her a choice. But did she really want to stop? She was aching in the pit of her stomach for a man she didn’t even know. Fear had turned to anticipation with Jake’s kisses.
“I don’t want to wait,” she said.
Jake eased her from his lap and stood up. “I’ll leave you to wash up and what not,” he said as he twirled his hat in his hand. “Be back up to the house in an hour or so.”
Years ago, Julia had eavesdropped on Jolene as her sister and a married friend were talking. Jolene had described suffering the marriage bed dutifully. And that Turner was after her near every night. But she would put a stop to that, Jolene had confided to the woman. Her disinterest and their forthcoming child would slacken his lust. Jolene had laughed her throaty laugh. That or separate bedrooms would, Jolene had said. How her sister could have not wanted Turner’s attentions were beyond her.
And Jake Shelling was a handsome man. Every edge was hard other than his brown hair. It looked like silk shimmering in the gaslight. He was tall. Probably a good foot or more taller than her. Somehow it was comforting to think of her husband as being taller than her father. His eyes were green, clear and direct.
If her and Jake’s marriage were consummated, her father would have few rights. Just in case, contrary to Flossie and his own assurances, her new husband didn’t feel inclined to
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