Jake’s POV
My kisses trailed downward on her skin, my hands cupping her as I buried my face against her bosom, pressing a kiss directly to the mole above her heart, where I’d marked her countless times.
Suddenly, the sound of her soft voice made me pause.
“I don’t want this,” she said.
I went back to planting kisses all over her. I couldn’t help it. My hands roamed all over her body. Burning for her.
“Are you going to pressure me?” She pushed against me. Her hands intertwined in my hair. Her head turned away.
I only paused briefly. But I couldn’t bring myself to let go of her. “Angela, what happened in Wickham doesn’t have to define our lives. The two of us can have another pup.”
Desire ignited a fire from within, consuming me heart, body and soul. Every fiber within me was burning
