Burning Wild
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Her first reaction was disbelief—he saw that in her eyes—but she kept staring up at him, her fingers plucking nervously at his sleeve.
“Do you mean that?”
“I want you there with me.” He wasn’t going to ask again.
She took a breath and his heart turned over at the capitulation he saw in her eyes. She squared her shoulders, overcoming her fear and revulsion of such an event. She knew they would try to embarrass and humiliate her, but she would put herself in that position for him. It was another victory—a big one. Another proof that she cared about him, was committed to him. How many times would she have to prove herself before he believed? How many ways?
“How dressy?”
“Wear something sophisticated but sexy for me. A cocktail dress. I’ll have jewelry. High heels, Emma. I know you don’t like them, but I’ll love the way your legs will look in them. I’ve fantasized over that more often than I should have.” He brushed several kisses over her soft, upturned lips before putting his lips against her ear. “Make it a little swingy and longer, just above the knee so you can just wear a garter belt and stockings and leave off your panties.”
She went crimson, just as he knew she would. “I’m not leaving off my panties.”
“We’ll see,” he said, deliberately wicked, tracing her ear with the tip of his tongue. “Are you wet for me?” he whispered. “If I buried my finger inside you, would I find you aching and hot for me?”
She pushed at the wall of his chest, laughing. Blushing. “Yes. Now go away.”
Satisfaction swept through him as he sauntered out. Emma. No matter how outrageous, she would struggle to accommodate his needs, even when it was a little frightening to her. He had to be careful not to let his need for control and assurance push her too far. Those were two of his greatest failings. He would want—no, need—constant affirmation of her loyalty, of her complete commitment to him, because he wouldn’t be able to fully believe and trust in her.
He made his way to the guest room where he knew Susan was staying. With his acute hearing, even through the solid oak door, he could hear her sniffling. His radio crackled.
“Mr. Bannaconni. The tutor’s here and he’s brought Miss Hindman’s governess with him.” The disembodied voice held a note of disgust. Drake obviously didn’t like either of the strangers.
“Let them through, but don’t leave the children or Emma alone with them. Conner can watch the two of them in the house.” He slipped his radio back on his belt loop and resolutely knocked on Susan’s door. He’d promised Emma. He smirked to himself. He’d promised her retaliation as well for the two hard kicks she’d given him—and he always kept his promises. There was silence, nose blowing, and then Susan timidly opened the door.
Jake smiled at her. “Come on out of there and talk to me for a minute, Susan.” He held out his hand, his voice gentle but commanding. Susan hesitated, but she put her hand in his and followed him over to the long, wide stairway. He sank down and patted the step beside him, waiting until she sat. “I was careless this morning when I spoke to you. I spend so much time rushing through my work, I sometimes forget how to talk to people. I’m grateful that you’re here to help Emma. She says you’re great with our children and I really appreciate that.”
Susan sniffed again but smiled shyly. “They’re so sweet. And Emma’s been so good to me. She talks to me . . .” She trailed off.
He nodded, pretending not to notice the tears welling up again. “She’s like that. Did she show you the ring?”
Susan’s eyes lit up. “I saw the ring on her finger but I was afraid to ask. You’re getting married?”
“We have two children. I’d say it’s about time. I want more, so we’d better make certain we’re married before I get her pregnant again, don’t you think?” At her nod, he stood up. “You’ll have to come to the wedding.” Jake held out his hand to her. When she put her hand in his, he drew her up. “I’m glad Emma has such a good friend in you, Susan. You’re welcome here anytime and you can stay as long as you like. Hopefully, over time, you’ll get used to how abrupt I can be.”
“Thank you, Mr. Bannoconni.”
“Jake,” he corrected, keeping his voice gentle. He walked away from her but turned back at the door. “I really appreciate you speaking other languages to the children. We’re trying to give them as much exposure as possible. You’re very fluent.”
She beamed, raised her hand until he was out of sight and ran back into the kitchen to find Emma. “Emma! Let me see the ring! Jake said—” She skidded to halt when she saw the company waiting for her, the joy fading from her face.
“Is that appropriate behavior for a young lady?” Dana, her governess, demanded with a little sniff. “You address the hired help with far more decorum, Susan, and less enthusiasm. And it’s Mr. Bannaconni to you, miss.”
Susan turned bright red, her gaze flicking to Joshua and Drake, who lounged idly against the sink. Andraya had her arms wound around Joshua’s leg and Kyle stood slightly behind him, nearly hidden from their visitors. She almost didn’t see the third man standing with his back to the door. He was so still he made her heart tremble.
Joshua snorted and winked at Susan. “That would be me, Susan, the hired help.”
Emma’s expression didn’t change. “Your governess has come to check on you, Susan, along with your tutor.” She glanced at Drake, uncertain how to handle their visitors and the clear attack on Susan. They made her uneasy and Susan looked close to tears. It was no wonder the senator had told her he was worried about his daughter.
“Do you mean that?”
“I want you there with me.” He wasn’t going to ask again.
She took a breath and his heart turned over at the capitulation he saw in her eyes. She squared her shoulders, overcoming her fear and revulsion of such an event. She knew they would try to embarrass and humiliate her, but she would put herself in that position for him. It was another victory—a big one. Another proof that she cared about him, was committed to him. How many times would she have to prove herself before he believed? How many ways?
“How dressy?”
“Wear something sophisticated but sexy for me. A cocktail dress. I’ll have jewelry. High heels, Emma. I know you don’t like them, but I’ll love the way your legs will look in them. I’ve fantasized over that more often than I should have.” He brushed several kisses over her soft, upturned lips before putting his lips against her ear. “Make it a little swingy and longer, just above the knee so you can just wear a garter belt and stockings and leave off your panties.”
She went crimson, just as he knew she would. “I’m not leaving off my panties.”
“We’ll see,” he said, deliberately wicked, tracing her ear with the tip of his tongue. “Are you wet for me?” he whispered. “If I buried my finger inside you, would I find you aching and hot for me?”
She pushed at the wall of his chest, laughing. Blushing. “Yes. Now go away.”
Satisfaction swept through him as he sauntered out. Emma. No matter how outrageous, she would struggle to accommodate his needs, even when it was a little frightening to her. He had to be careful not to let his need for control and assurance push her too far. Those were two of his greatest failings. He would want—no, need—constant affirmation of her loyalty, of her complete commitment to him, because he wouldn’t be able to fully believe and trust in her.
He made his way to the guest room where he knew Susan was staying. With his acute hearing, even through the solid oak door, he could hear her sniffling. His radio crackled.
“Mr. Bannaconni. The tutor’s here and he’s brought Miss Hindman’s governess with him.” The disembodied voice held a note of disgust. Drake obviously didn’t like either of the strangers.
“Let them through, but don’t leave the children or Emma alone with them. Conner can watch the two of them in the house.” He slipped his radio back on his belt loop and resolutely knocked on Susan’s door. He’d promised Emma. He smirked to himself. He’d promised her retaliation as well for the two hard kicks she’d given him—and he always kept his promises. There was silence, nose blowing, and then Susan timidly opened the door.
Jake smiled at her. “Come on out of there and talk to me for a minute, Susan.” He held out his hand, his voice gentle but commanding. Susan hesitated, but she put her hand in his and followed him over to the long, wide stairway. He sank down and patted the step beside him, waiting until she sat. “I was careless this morning when I spoke to you. I spend so much time rushing through my work, I sometimes forget how to talk to people. I’m grateful that you’re here to help Emma. She says you’re great with our children and I really appreciate that.”
Susan sniffed again but smiled shyly. “They’re so sweet. And Emma’s been so good to me. She talks to me . . .” She trailed off.
He nodded, pretending not to notice the tears welling up again. “She’s like that. Did she show you the ring?”
Susan’s eyes lit up. “I saw the ring on her finger but I was afraid to ask. You’re getting married?”
“We have two children. I’d say it’s about time. I want more, so we’d better make certain we’re married before I get her pregnant again, don’t you think?” At her nod, he stood up. “You’ll have to come to the wedding.” Jake held out his hand to her. When she put her hand in his, he drew her up. “I’m glad Emma has such a good friend in you, Susan. You’re welcome here anytime and you can stay as long as you like. Hopefully, over time, you’ll get used to how abrupt I can be.”
“Thank you, Mr. Bannoconni.”
“Jake,” he corrected, keeping his voice gentle. He walked away from her but turned back at the door. “I really appreciate you speaking other languages to the children. We’re trying to give them as much exposure as possible. You’re very fluent.”
She beamed, raised her hand until he was out of sight and ran back into the kitchen to find Emma. “Emma! Let me see the ring! Jake said—” She skidded to halt when she saw the company waiting for her, the joy fading from her face.
“Is that appropriate behavior for a young lady?” Dana, her governess, demanded with a little sniff. “You address the hired help with far more decorum, Susan, and less enthusiasm. And it’s Mr. Bannaconni to you, miss.”
Susan turned bright red, her gaze flicking to Joshua and Drake, who lounged idly against the sink. Andraya had her arms wound around Joshua’s leg and Kyle stood slightly behind him, nearly hidden from their visitors. She almost didn’t see the third man standing with his back to the door. He was so still he made her heart tremble.
Joshua snorted and winked at Susan. “That would be me, Susan, the hired help.”
Emma’s expression didn’t change. “Your governess has come to check on you, Susan, along with your tutor.” She glanced at Drake, uncertain how to handle their visitors and the clear attack on Susan. They made her uneasy and Susan looked close to tears. It was no wonder the senator had told her he was worried about his daughter.
