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Authors: Holly Bush
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keep what was his, his.
For a moment Julia let herself return to that moment that altered her life so drastically. So different than what she prepared for in the present. She could swear she smelled honeysuckle climbing the trellis behind the house. Turner’s attention that evening at the party of a friends’ had been too much of a lure. Too much of an affirmation that she too was attractive. Things had gone farther than they should have quickly. He had not spoken to another soul at the party once he had been introduced to her. His attention was like a drug. Addicting and never fully satisfying. Ten years was a long time to wait for her next kiss.
But Jake’s kisses were worth the wait. Not as much as his words, though. No one, no one , had ever defended her before. No one had made Turner bear any of the blame. Until Jake. His kisses made her feel wanted and beautiful. Jake had heard her tale and instead of being outraged that he’d married a woman like her, he’d managed to find a way to substantiate his reasoning for wanting sons rather than daughters.
She slipped a sheer white, lace-edged nightgown over her head and pulled on the matching robe. Julia pulled the ribbon across her bosom and tied a bow. She looked in the mirror over a stand holding a razor and brush. The low-neck line of the gown and the bow brought her eyes to her bulging cleavage. Her best attribute as far as she was concerned. She dabbed cologne behind her ears and brushed her hair till it shone. I feel pretty; she thought and batted her lashes as she had seen Jennifer do. Julia was confident as she climbed the steps to Jake’s room. That confidence ebbed as she pulled back the covers of her husband’s bed and climbed in to wait. But she did not wait long.
Chapter Seven
“Come in,” Julia said to Jake’s knock.
“You are quite a beautiful woman, Julia,” he said as stood in the doorway and stared unashamedly.
Julia watched Jake’s Adam’s apple bob while he gawked at the bow of her robe. She shimmied down under the sheet. He wanted her; that was certain. She watched him slowly unbutton his shirt. His chest was broad and muscular. He was staring at her like Alred McClintok looked at his plate of shrimp. She squirmed as he pulled his pants down over narrow hips. Her one sexual encounter had been in the dark and the sun, while already set, still lit the room softly. She could see clearly.
“Oh dear,” was all she could say.
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. Just say the word and I’ll stop,” Jake said as he pulled back the covers on his side of the bed.
Julia dropped her lashes, oddly unafraid. Here she was far from home and family in the bed of a stranger, her new husband, and she was not the least bit frightened. He was a big man, in girth and depth, and it attracted her more than scared her.
“I did like when you kissed me, Jake. Maybe we should start there.”
Jake slipped under the covers and slid his arm under her neck. He settled her on his shoulder and touched his lips to hers. He kissed her ear, and she moaned and moved closer, her breasts to his chest, her knees at his thighs, her toes tickling his shins. Jake slowly pulled the ribbon of her robe open. He growled.
This man was big everywhere. It was heaven, Julia thought. Big enough to keep her father or the bogeyman at bay. Big enough to drown in and feel dainty. She slid her fingers down his side to rest on his hip. He was kissing her neck, her shoulders. Julia felt his hand encompass her breast. A low moan rumbled from his chest.
Jake looked her in the eye. “It’s been a long time for me. I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“It’s been a long time for me, too.” Julia’s eyes opened at half-mast, struggling to focus on the man’s face before her as his hand kneaded her breast, and he ran a calloused thumb over her nipple.
Her husband inched the gossamer gown over her hips and rolled her onto her back. He slid his hand up
For a moment Julia let herself return to that moment that altered her life so drastically. So different than what she prepared for in the present. She could swear she smelled honeysuckle climbing the trellis behind the house. Turner’s attention that evening at the party of a friends’ had been too much of a lure. Too much of an affirmation that she too was attractive. Things had gone farther than they should have quickly. He had not spoken to another soul at the party once he had been introduced to her. His attention was like a drug. Addicting and never fully satisfying. Ten years was a long time to wait for her next kiss.
But Jake’s kisses were worth the wait. Not as much as his words, though. No one, no one , had ever defended her before. No one had made Turner bear any of the blame. Until Jake. His kisses made her feel wanted and beautiful. Jake had heard her tale and instead of being outraged that he’d married a woman like her, he’d managed to find a way to substantiate his reasoning for wanting sons rather than daughters.
She slipped a sheer white, lace-edged nightgown over her head and pulled on the matching robe. Julia pulled the ribbon across her bosom and tied a bow. She looked in the mirror over a stand holding a razor and brush. The low-neck line of the gown and the bow brought her eyes to her bulging cleavage. Her best attribute as far as she was concerned. She dabbed cologne behind her ears and brushed her hair till it shone. I feel pretty; she thought and batted her lashes as she had seen Jennifer do. Julia was confident as she climbed the steps to Jake’s room. That confidence ebbed as she pulled back the covers of her husband’s bed and climbed in to wait. But she did not wait long.
Chapter Seven
“Come in,” Julia said to Jake’s knock.
“You are quite a beautiful woman, Julia,” he said as stood in the doorway and stared unashamedly.
Julia watched Jake’s Adam’s apple bob while he gawked at the bow of her robe. She shimmied down under the sheet. He wanted her; that was certain. She watched him slowly unbutton his shirt. His chest was broad and muscular. He was staring at her like Alred McClintok looked at his plate of shrimp. She squirmed as he pulled his pants down over narrow hips. Her one sexual encounter had been in the dark and the sun, while already set, still lit the room softly. She could see clearly.
“Oh dear,” was all she could say.
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. Just say the word and I’ll stop,” Jake said as he pulled back the covers on his side of the bed.
Julia dropped her lashes, oddly unafraid. Here she was far from home and family in the bed of a stranger, her new husband, and she was not the least bit frightened. He was a big man, in girth and depth, and it attracted her more than scared her.
“I did like when you kissed me, Jake. Maybe we should start there.”
Jake slipped under the covers and slid his arm under her neck. He settled her on his shoulder and touched his lips to hers. He kissed her ear, and she moaned and moved closer, her breasts to his chest, her knees at his thighs, her toes tickling his shins. Jake slowly pulled the ribbon of her robe open. He growled.
This man was big everywhere. It was heaven, Julia thought. Big enough to keep her father or the bogeyman at bay. Big enough to drown in and feel dainty. She slid her fingers down his side to rest on his hip. He was kissing her neck, her shoulders. Julia felt his hand encompass her breast. A low moan rumbled from his chest.
Jake looked her in the eye. “It’s been a long time for me. I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“It’s been a long time for me, too.” Julia’s eyes opened at half-mast, struggling to focus on the man’s face before her as his hand kneaded her breast, and he ran a calloused thumb over her nipple.
Her husband inched the gossamer gown over her hips and rolled her onto her back. He slid his hand up
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