Blackmailed Into Bed (2 page)

"Jake." His short, concise answers were
starting to make her tension escalate. She wanted to demand an
explanation for his actions, but was afraid to. One wrong word from
her might provoke him.

Jake watched the gorgeous woman in front of
him. He had wanted her from the first moment he saw her. She was
maybe medium height, fine-boned, and delicate. He knew he could
pick her up with one hand. Her hair was dark, almost black, like
his. It was long, and fell in soft waves around her face and
shoulders. Her eyebrows were delicate slashes emphasizing those cat
shaped eyes. She was so fucking hot. He felt another rush of blood
to his groin and tension started to grip him. Shit, when she had
said she wasn't married, he felt like he had hit the jackpot. Never
before in his life had he even been tempted to commit adultery. She
was a temptation that had fucked with him for ten weeks.

He stared at the curves of her body.

She wasn't dressed like a teacher tonight.
No, she was dressed like she was going out with her friends. Her
single friends. Good thing he had stopped that. If she ran around
Baton Rouge looking like that, some asshole would snatch her up
before he even got a chance at her. It was a good thing she fell
into his hands tonight.

He pushed off the door and straightened to
his full height. Amy took a step back in alarm. It was one thing to
innocently dream about this. It was another thing, in reality. He
started walking toward her, his intention obvious. She backed up
and looked around in agitation.

"Stop." She held her hand up to ward him off.
"Wait." She sucked in a breath as he stopped. He looked at her and
waited.

"What?" His one syllable answers were going
to be the death of her. "Why do you want me to stop? You want it
just as much as I do." She shook her head in denial. He started
toward her again. "Don't lie to me. It's why you tried so hard to
ignore me for ten weeks."

She backed up until she hit the wall. He
followed.

He reached out and took her chin in his hand
and lifted her face up to his. His eyes tangled with hers. "You
know I want you bad. You knew it the day we met. Why would you deny
this?" His finger ran down one smooth cheek. He lifted her hair
away from her face and gripped her scalp. "All that time. All those
weeks. I could tell I did it for you. I thought you were just
trying to be a good little wife, and stay the hell away from me."
He pushed his pelvis into her stomach. She gasped and closed her
eyes. "So why have you been running scared?" He ran his hand from
her scalp down to her neck. He encircled it with one big hand. Her
eyes flew open. His eyes blazed into hers. Their inhalations became
audible. He moved to caress her face again. He put his other hand
on her waist and gripped her.

A fine tremor gripped her body as she turned
her face away from him to look at the wall. She shook her head in
denial. "I don't have to answer you. I don't want this." Her eyes
slowly turned back to his. "And you're scaring me." She turned her
face away from him again.

Jake let out a hiss of frustration. He moved
back from her body and lifted his hands in the air in slow
exaggeration. "I'm not going to rape you, babe. Believe it or not,
I've never had to force a woman to have sex with me. You're safe."
His eyes roved over her body, held so stiffly away from him. "As
safe as you want to be."

Silence met his words. He could feel the
apprehension gripping her. This wasn't going to get him what he
wanted. "I swear, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you." He tried
to inject a teasing tone. "In fact, you'll have to beg me to so
much as kiss you." Her breath came out in a sigh at his words. She
turned to face him and slowly looked up. "You believe me, don't
you?"

"Not really."

"Not really? Are you serious? You think I'm
desperate?" he teased her.

He saw her mouth curve into a slight smile.
Some of the tension ran from her body. It was all the opening he
needed.

He reached out and gently put his hands on
her waist. He was careful to keep some space between them as he ran
his hands up and down the curves of her waist. Her breath
splintered as she felt him caress her. His hands ran from her waist
to her shoulders and back again. Back down to her waist and slowly
over the sides of her hips to her upper thighs. There he stopped
and momentarily gripped her. Her legs trembled and the inside of
her thighs flooded with a wet heat.

He slowly pulled her body into his as he felt
the sexual tension grip her.

"You're sweet. You smell sweet, babe." He
leaned into her hair and breathed in her scent. "Say my name." He
held her waist in an uncompromising grip. "Say it."

She trembled in his arms. "J-Jake." Her voice
was wobbly. His lips moved to her ear.

His mouth spoke into her ear. "Ask me to kiss
you." His arm moved around her waist and lifted her pelvis into
him. She gasped and hung in his arms. "Ask me, Amy."

"Pl-Please." Hunger attacked her senses. She
pressed her body more fully into his.

He lifted her and pushed one strong thigh
into the vee of her legs. He slowly let gravity ease her down until
she was caught, straddling his leg. Lightning speared through her.
He pushed his chest into hers and caged her within his arms.
"Please what, babe?"

"Kiss me, Jake. Kiss m-"He slammed his mouth
down on hers. He pushed his tongue in and attacked her mouth like
he had been waiting forever. Their tongues and teeth dueled. His
body pushed against her. She felt his gun biting into her shoulder.
She whimpered. His hand moved to her hair and pulled her face up so
he could have her mouth more fully.

She whimpered again and pushed against him.
She broke her mouth free. "Stop."

He pushed harder and tried to take her mouth
back. She struggled against him. "Stop."

His breathing was labored. "Why?"

She was dazed at the speed of his actions.
She put her hands on his chest and tried to push. She had no
strength. "I don't like the gun. Please, I-"

He cut off her words. "Okay, babe." He moved
his thigh from between her legs and lowered her to the floor. Her
legs shook. He steadied her, then stepped back. She leaned against
the wall for support while he unbuckled the harness and took the
weapon off his shoulder. His eyes never left hers. He moved across
the room and opened a cabinet and put the gun inside. He snapped it
shut. He started coming back to her.

She looked around and moved away from the
wall. She couldn't let him corner her there again. She walked into
a living area that was connected to the kitchen. He followed
her.

Amy thought desperately of something to say
or do to slow him down. "Nice house." She looked away from his
piercing eyes and focused on the room. A big coffee table in front
of a large couch dominated the center of the room. She reached down
and absently straightened the pile of magazines scattered on it.
She mindlessly fluffed a pillow on the couch. Her eyes found his
and then darted away again.

Jake saw her discomfort as she awkwardly
moved around the room. He tried to give her a moment to adjust. He
savored the pleasure of finally having her to himself. In his home.
In his power.

"Okay. No gun." He held up his hands to show
he was no threat. "Come here."

"Um, no J-Jake-," she began.

"Um, yes Amy," he returned, coming toward
her.

She held up one slim hand and gave him her
best teacher face. "No. This is going too fast. I think we should
slow down."

"Too fast? Are you fucking kidding me?" She
cringed at his crudity. "You've had my guts tied up for ten weeks.
You're lucky you're not naked right now. I don't even remember what
a hot shower feels like anymore. All I get are cold ones. Because
of you. I thought that I would never get to have you. And now I
find out you
don't have a Goddamn
husband
." He shouted the last five words.

She stood looking at him in shock and horror.
He raked his hand through his hair and turned away from her. He
took a sharp breath and looked back. She was standing there,
petrified. Petrified because of him. Shit.

"I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated as hell by
this whole situation. I don't understand why you let me think for
ten weeks that you were married. What the hell are you so scared
of?"

He looked her over while he waited for her
answer. She was dressed in skin tight, low-rise capri length jeans.
Her shoes were nude colored, three inch platform sandals. Her top
was sleeveless and clung to her breasts. He'd never seen her in
anything remotely like that before.

She was an itch he needed to scratch.

"I'm not scared of anything. I didn't know
you thought I was married-"

"That's bullshit. Why the hell wouldn't I?
You have pictures of your daughter on your desk. Everyone at that
school calls you 'Mrs. Sanford.' "He glared at her.

"What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, by the way,
Lieutenant Hottie, I'm not married?' Besides, I didn't think you
noticed me anyway." That part wasn't true. She knew he had been
aware of her every time he was in her classroom. But no matter how
deep the attraction, she wouldn't let herself get involved with
him. Her past made it impossible for her to consider it.

She crossed her arms over her chest and
scowled at him.

"So, you think I'm hot?" He started in her
direction again.

"Stop. We haven't resolved anything. Quit
stalking me." Her voice was shrill. She scooted around to the other
side of the coffee table.

"Okay, babe. You win. I'm going to walk back
in the kitchen, and get you a glass of wine. Then we'll sit and
talk." He turned to leave the room.

"Oh my God! Renee and Jenny. I forgot Renee
and Jenny. The wine reminded me. I'm supposed to meet them. I need
to go-"

"You're not going anywhere." He reached over
and grabbed his cell phone off the counter. "Call them.
Cancel."

"I can't just cancel." He put the phone in
her hand.

"Even if I wanted to let you go, you can't.
Your car will stall again. You're staying here. We'll get it worked
on tomorrow." Indecision was etched on her features.

She opened the phone and looked at it. She
slowly keyed in Renee's number. Jake walked around behind her and
threaded his arms around her waist while she waited for Renee to
pick up.

"Hello?" Amy could tell her friend didn't
recognize the number.

"Renee, it's me, Amy." Jake moved his hand
and palmed her breast. She jumped.

"Amy, are you all right? Where are you?" Amy
held the phone away from her ear in a daze. That hand felt so
good.

Jake whispered in her ear. "Tell her you're
okay, but had car trouble." He tugged on her nipple.

"I-I'm okay. I had c-car trouble." Her voice
was soft, quiet. She could feel the wetness between her thighs.

"Oh my gosh! Do you need me? I'll be right
there." Renee's voice was shrill, concerned.

Amy hung like a puppet in Jake's grasp. "Tell
her not to come. Tell her you're fine. Tell her you're with the
police." His whispered instructions tickled her ear. His hand moved
down to cup her heat. She sucked in her breath.

"I-I'm fine. You don't need to come. I'm
w-with the police. Bye." She closed the phone and it dropped to the
floor.

Jake slid his hand up her shirt and cupped a
silk covered breast. He rubbed the liquid heat between her legs.
"You did real good, babe. Real good."

She sagged in his arms. "W-well." Her voice
was a shaken whisper.

He sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
"What?"

"I did real well. Not good. Well." Her hips
moved against his hand.

He chuckled. "Oh yes, ma'am, Ms. Sanford. You
did real well." He turned her in his hold. One brawny arm slid
around her waist and the other reached to caress her breast under
her shirt. "Is there anything else you want me to learn tonight,
teacher girl?" His thumb stroked back and forth across her
nipple.

She moaned. She clung to his biceps and
lifted her lips. "I d-don't think-"

He took her lips with his and rubbed them
slowly across hers. He took her bottom lip in his mouth and gently
sucked. His teeth raked across it. His tongue reached out and took
licks where his teeth had abraded only a moment before. "That's
okay, sweetheart, you don't need to think. I've got you."

He took her hand and led her to the couch.
She mindlessly followed him. Once she was sitting, he knelt in
front of her and put his hands on her thighs. He slowly pushed them
apart and moved his torso between her knees. His hands made a
swirling pattern on the top of her legs and his eyes held hers.
"You are the prettiest little thing I've ever seen." He slid his
hands to the inside of her thighs. "So sweet. So damn pretty. It's
hard to believe you're thirty-seven. You look about twenty-five."
He swirled one hand up and over her feminine mound and away
again.

Amy squirmed at the enticement. Her breath
was coming quickly. "How d-did you know that?" He raised one dark
eyebrow and stared into her eyes. "My plates?" He nodded his head
and looked down at his hands grasping her legs. He reached for her
liquid heat again. She started panting. "H-how old are you?"

"Thirty-nine." He reached down and slid off
one of her sandals, then the other. He picked up one delicate
little foot and held it in the palm of his hand. "What size are
these?" He ran his index finger over the dark pink paint on her
toes.

"F-five" She watched, enthralled by his
gentleness. "Have you ever been married? Do you have any kids?"

"No, and no." His hands kept running back and
forth, up and down her legs, all the way to her feet. The sweep of
his hands was smooth, firm. "What else do you want to know? I have
two sisters, both in New Orleans. My parents are retired and living
in Florida. I was raised Catholic, but I don't go to church. I'm
heterosexual and don't have any STD's. Does that about cover
it?"